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We have a COVER!

I'm excited to share the cover for book two, Within Darkness. The sequel comes out on February 1, 2019 and is available for pre-order now.


Synopsis:
Six months have passed since Abigail Jordan learned the secrets of her biological mother’s death. However, even with the truth, more secrets are revealed. Abigail now knows that her mother was protecting her from something far worse than simply becoming a Timekeeper, and upon her move to San Francisco, she attempts to leave all of that behind her and start over, by staying away from the world of the Timekeepers altogether.

However, even for Abigail, staying away doesn’t prove to be an option. After having multiple occurrences of hallucinations and threatening voices within her mind, Abigail seeks the help of the American Timekeeper, Thomas Jane. But as Thomas and Abigail begin looking for answers, they start to unravel a secret that Elisabeth Callaghan meant to take to her grave; a secret that will change the world as they know it.

In this riveting, exciting sequel to THE TIMEKEEPER'S DAUGHTER, Abigail Jordan will once again have her loyalties challenged and be put to the test in more ways than she can imagine. For Abigail, the world of the Timekeepers is about to get even bigger, but the secrets that she uncovers might just prove to be the destruction of them all.

Book Two Updates

I'm excited to announce that I've entered the editing stages of the second book in The Timekeeper's Daughter trilogy. As of right now, I am going through the book, page-by-page, looking for everything from grammatical errors to plot holes and inconsistencies. I'm also hoping to flesh it out just a little bit more. It will end up being shorter than the first book, which is how I have always planned it. Once I get through this editing stage, I will be sending it off to my wonderful editor! I will continue to post updates as I get closer to sharing the second book with my readers. But for now, here is the synopsis and title.
Within DarknessBook Twoof
The Timekeeper's Daughter
Six months have passed since Abigail Jordan learned the secrets of her biological mother’s death in The Timekeeper’s Daughter. However, even with the truth, more secrets are revealed. Abigail now knows that her mother was protecting her from something far worse than simply becoming a Timekeeper, and upon her move to San Francisco, she attempts to leave all of that behind her and start over, by staying away from the world of the Timekeepers altogether.

However, even for Abigail, staying away doesn’t prove to be an option. After having multiple occurrences of hallucinations and threatening voices within her mind, Abigail seeks the help of the American Timekeeper, Thomas Jane. But as Thomas and Abigail begin looking for answers, they start to unravel a secret that Elisabeth Callaghan meant to take to her grave; a secret that will change the world as they know it.

In this riveting, exciting sequel to The Timekeeper’s Daughter, Abigail Jordan will once again have her loyalties challenged and be put to the test in more ways than she can imagine. For Abigail, the world of the Timekeepers is about to get even bigger, but the secrets that she uncovers might just prove to be the destruction of them all.

Plot Holes (in my book and Harry Potter!)

Hello, all!

Plot holes suck. I wrote myself into one this week. Luckily, it wasn't difficult to get out of, and I've fixed it, but I wanted to reflect on how easy it is to get caught up in one, even when you wrote the material! I've never been a very organized person, so I know going forward that I really, really, really need to keep some sort of outline of each book that covers what I've done, still need to do. I keep a lot of it in my head, and that can get a little crazy once in a while.

Speaking of plot holes, J.K. Rowling, my and I'm sure a lot of other people's favorite author, wrote herself into a plot hole when writing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. That would be why, upon immediately realizing my error, I texted my friend and wrote that I had just written myself into a plot hole along with a #gobletoffire.

Anyways, apparently Jo (as a teacher I always tell my students if you don't know them personally, don't use their first name, but I mean, it's Jo, and I've been a hardcore Potter fan since 2001 and have always referred to her as that, except in my academic assignments) had to rewrite a third of Goblet of Fire after realizing her error. I've tried to find out what the plot hole was and it had something to do with a character by the name of Mafalda Weasley and Jo having forgotten that Ginny was the first girl in the Weasley family in generations (according to the link below). Mafalda was supposed to relay important information to Harry which then ended up being Rita Skeeter's job. Now, it's been years since I've read Goblet of Fire, but I can't recall Skeeter ever giving Harry pertinent information in the book. When I was looking at the website mentioned above, they thought maybe Harry was supposed to meet Mafalda in Goblet of Fire and then return in Deathly Hallows and give Harry information about Dumbledore (which in the end did come from Skeeter in her book).

If you want to take a deeper look yourself, CLICK HERE for the Reddit thread where I found the information. I didn't delve much deeper into figuring out if this was what the plot hole was or not. It still doesn't seem like it could have been. I don't understand why she would need to rewrite a third of the book if it was just cutting a character unless of course she had mentioned her repeatedly/had her interact with the trio a lot and what not. The other interesting thing I saw was that Rowling wouldn't reveal what the plot hole was when she originally mentioned it back in 2000 (I think?) because it would spoil something, so again I'm not sure if the Mafalda theory is the true plot hole. I thought about digging deeper, but I'm lazy. I also thought about tweeting at Jo to see if she actually might answer (she sometimes does). But I didn't want to look like an idiot either if the answer was out there somewhere already.

Anyway, that's my reflection on plot holes. Also, if you were somehow brought here because of the mention of Harry Potter and you've read this far, I hope you will check out my book! The Timekeeper's Daughter, the first in a new YA trilogy, is on sale now at Amazon. CLICK HERE if you want to go check it out or purchase.

Oh wait, I just found something. CLICK HERE for more information on Mafalda. It still doesn't sound like she's a plot hole. I can see why Rowling cut the character, but I still don't see why that would be considered a plot hole, nor why it would have caused her to rewrite so much of the book. I guess I can see it, but it just doesn't feel like that was the plot hole. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Also, I'm not even sure if her last name was technically Weasley as that wasn't mentioned on Rowling's website, which I linked above. That might have just been some random person's thought. Anyways, thanks for reading! Have a great day!

[spoilers ahead] Writing the sequel

Warning. Warning. Warning.

I will be reflecting/talking about the sequel to The Timekeeper's Daughter. Do not continue reading unless you want to be spoiled or you've already read the first book.

I should be doing so many other things than writing this post. Some of those would be:

Writing book two of The Timekeeper's DaughterFinishing up my homework for the master's classes I am taking this summerDoing some kind of curriculum planning for the upcoming school yearAt least I exercised today

[SPOILERS AHEAD] A Deleted Scene from The Timekeeper's Daughter

WARNING. WARNING. WARNING.

Do NOT keep reading unless you've already read the book or you just like to spoil it for yourself. You've been warned (but I'll warn you again because I'm so nice). Also, I might add that there are some people that LOVE things like this and some that HATE it. If you love reading extra content, have fun! If you don't like it, I respect that. You don't have to read it. Please don't if you want to keep the original ending in your mind.

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I wanted to share with everyone a deleted scene from The Timekeeper's Daughter. While some may consider this an "alternate ending," I consider it a deleted scene because for me the novel ends how I ended it in the published version. The ending in the published version is the third ending that I wrote for the novel. I want to reflect on a couple of reasons as to why I had written so many endings (other than the fact that I'm a perfectionist sometimes), so here we go...

FINAL WARNING.

If you do not want to be completely SPOILED, then please click the back button now. There's no going back after this.


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Ending #1

The original ending for the novel took place immediately following Phillip's death. Literally. Abigail found her way up to the clocktower in Big Ben and fell asleep. She then had a dream in which Mrs. Baxter, her parents, and finally Phillip visited her. They comforted her, told her she would be okay. And that was that.

Here are the reasons for why I chose to not end the novel in this way:

It was the first ending to the first novel that I had ever completed. To be quite honest, it felt amateur and not very thought out. I'm not saying that the final ending was the greatest in all of literature, but for me being as meticulous as I am, it felt good.

I didn't feel like I gave Abigail enough time to process what had happened, not that she wouldn't need A LOT of time, but I felt like ending it directly after Phillip's death didn't allow for that.

The characters Ian and Bridget were NOT in this first draft of my novel. Bridget came first after I felt like I had written a novel in which the main character only had one friend, her fiance. I didn't like that. I added Ian after I felt that the main character should have more than just two significant relationships (other than family) in her life and I also wanted someone other than Mathias that was tied to this world she would be thrown into.

So basically, I had ended the novel without even mention Ian or Bridget again, and to me, that just didn't work.

In her dream, she was flying over London, and I'm not against flying, and I get that my book is quite clearly about supernatural stuff, but just no.

Please note that ending #1 is not the ending I'm showing you. I'm not even sure if I have a copy of it anymore. And if I did, I still don't think I'd want to show it to you.
Ending #2

The reason I am calling this ending a deleted scene rather than an alternate ending is that I feel like this is what happened directly after the original ending of the book. There are a couple of variations that would have to take place such as the fact that Bridget and Abigail had not made up yet. I needed to move that into the new ending so that everything would wrap up nicely, but still, I feel that this is what would have happened. This particular ending takes place a few days after Phillip's death and covers his funeral as well as Abigail leaving for America.

Here are the reasons for why I chose to not end the novel in this way:

I felt like I had now added TOO much time between Phillip's death and the ending. I wanted an ending where Abigail had some time to process her initial reactions, but I also didn't want the novel to keep going.

Everything was resolved (except for some mysteries which have yet to come to light). The only thing in this original ending that resolved anything was the Bridget/Abigail storyline. Once you take that out of the equation, everything else just seemed like unnecessary fluff. So I cut it.

I had to learn, and I'm still learning, that when you are writing a book, it isn't about the word count. Yes, that's important in terms of whether or not your story is a novel versus a novella or short story (and maybe even to some publishers or agents out there) but when you are writing a story, the story needs to be the important aspect. Just like a movie your story needs to be tight and well-paced.

By no means do I think I'm a superstar when it comes to that. There are areas that I think could still have been tightened up a bit, but what I'm saying is it is something that I had to learn. In the beginning, I was so uptight about word count that I was adding things that just didn't need to be there. Even now, as I work on the sequel, I'm still that way. It's a learning process for me.
Alright, so now for the reason I am writing this post to begin with. Here is ending #2. Enjoy. Also, please note that this hasn't been edited. When I had my book professionally edited, we made a lot of changes such as capitalizing terms specific to the world (Timekeeper, Time Line, etc.). Just beware that it might be rough.

       My attention was drawn to a slight crack in the mirror. It was in the same position as my face, almost making it appear as if I had a jagged scar down my cheek. In a way, the crack resembled my emotions. I was torn inside, right down the middle. As I gazed at my reflection, I wondered what had happened to the girl from three months ago who was simply going about life. What had happened to the girl who was engaged to be married? Even though I thought the questions, I knew the answer. The girl was gone. She was growing up now; she had to grow up.

       By the end of the day, I would be on an airplane taking me to a new home. A plane taking me to a new country. Mathias had said that I would be traveling the regular way, with all of my luggage. Since I had never been trained to travel with the time line, by plane was the only way. I wondered if I would be able to start fresh in America. I wondered if there would be new opportunities there; new friends to be made.

       I pulled the sleeves of my simple, black, funeral dress down. Normally, I would probably wear my hair up in a bun for a funeral, but I decided to wear it down.

       “You look so much like your mother.”

       I turned my head to see Mathias standing in the doorway. He was dressed in a black, button-down shirt and slacks. His expression was somber. 

       Mathias entered the room and stood behind me. At some point from when he had been at the door to being behind me, I had lost myself entirely. Tears fell from my eyes, and painful sobs erupted from within me. I turned and fell into his arms, clutching tightly to his back. He put his arms around me and comforted me. His hold on me was strong and fatherly. The room began to blur as the tears continued to fall. My eyes began to sting, and the tears only worsened. I managed to bring myself together just a little to notice a painting by the door. The painting was a sunset on an ocean. The ocean was a vast array of blue waters and calmness. Orange and red made up the stunning sunset. I thought about the sun setting on this part of my life. Phillip was a part of my life that was now gone and it killed me inside. It ripped at me, made me cry in agony. I cried because I knew he would die, because I had to know it was going to happen, say goodbye, and then watch it happen. I wasn’t sure what was worse. Was it worse to know someone was going to die? Worse to be able to say goodbye. Or was it worse for it to tragically happen, and to never say goodbye? I knew in a way that I was fortunate, but I was also cursed. Because knowing, knowing made it personal. It made you want to prevent it. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop it.

       “I love you, so much,” Mathias whispered into my ear. “They say you never appreciate something until it is gone. I’m sorry for only trying to be your teacher and not your father. I should have been your father. I should have let myself in.”

       I wanted to say something. But I couldn’t. I was choking on my tears and my sobs. His apology only made it worse. I think he knew I wanted to say something but respected that I couldn’t. He respected that I just needed to mourn. Mourn not just for Phillip, but for my parents, for Mrs. Baxter, and for him and the time we had lost, and for my biological mother.

       After what seemed like hours, Mathias finally pulled away. I wiped my eyes with a handkerchief and looked at him.

       “In order to make the transition smoother for you,” Mathias said, “it has been decided that Ian will go to America as well. He needs to study elsewhere as well so it will be good for him.”

       My heart felt happiness for the first time in days. I would not be going to America alone. I would not have to do this all by myself without the comfort of a friend nearby. My heart leaped at the thought of Bridget. I had gone to her apartment once, but she had not been there. Later I had called and we had spoken briefly. She said that she would attend the funeral. I couldn’t bear to tell her I was leaving over the phone so I would have to do it at the funeral. But at least, in America, I would have one friend with me. But I thought about Mathias as well. He would be lonely again.

       “But what about you?” I asked.

       He smiled, “I have lived many years on my own. I can do it again. I will keep in touch with you though, that I promise.”

       Mathias left me alone for a moment. I turned back to the mirror and wiped my eyes. I straightened my dress and then picked up a black cardigan and wrapped it around me.

       I picked up the bags that I would be taking with me and made my way out of the guest bedroom and into the study of the headquarters. Ian was sitting on the sofa, reading a book. His possessions were on the floor in front of him, ready to be taken. He looked up when I entered the room and then walked over to me and took the bags out of my hands.

       “I’ll take care of those,” he said, placing them down by his feet. He put his arms around me and I wrapped mine around him. We stood like that for just a moment, before letting our arms fall.

       “Are you ready to go?” 

       I looked up to see Mathias standing in the archway. I only nodded and then walked ahead of him. As we ascended up in the lift, I admired the headquarters one last time, before it faded from view.

       In the car, as we left the city, I couldn’t help but look at everything we passed. I saw the streets I had grown up on, the places I had gone. I saw the life that I had lived. Even in a war, London was still beautiful. It was beautiful because we didn’t give up. We kept fighting. We stayed strong. It was beautiful because we protected each other, we stuck together. The car drove and drove, and slowly, London began to fade away. I silently said goodbye.

       “Hey…” 

       I felt a hand carefully touch my shoulder. My eyelids slowly began to open up and Ian was smiling at me.

       “We’re here,” he said. “You fell asleep.”

       I looked out the window of the car. We were at Glasgow Necropolis. Phillip’s parents had a family plot here. The ceremony would be held in the Glasgow Cathedral.

       Ian opened the car door and held a hand out for me. I took it and saw the many people that had arrived for the funeral. The mourning color of black was everywhere and everything suddenly felt even more real than it had before. Mathias got out behind me and we made our way toward the Cathedral.

       As I ascended the Cathedral steps, I could already see inside the large building. The vaulted ceilings, as well as works of art, were breathtaking.

       Phillip’s mother, father, and grandmother were standing by the entrance to the Church. Mrs. Hughes held her arms open and I fell into them.

       “He loved you,” she whispered into my ear, “he loved you so much. I know you loved him too.”

       Mrs. Hughes stepped back and his father and grandmother hugged me as well.

       “Thank you,” Mr. Hughes said. “Edna and I are back with each other. We are still going through counseling, but if you and Phillip had not come for Christmas, I do not know if I would have gotten help. If anything, I’m going to get better for Phillip. I owe it to him.”

       “Phillip would be very proud of you,” I responded. “He cared for all of you very much.”

       “Would you like to see him?” Marie asked.

       My heart leaped. The idea of seeing Phillip one last time scared me. Because that would be it. There would not be another time. But I knew that I needed to. I needed it. I needed closure. I nodded and Marie held out her hand. After hesitating briefly, I took it.

       She led me into a room at the side of the church where the casket was open. There were a few people in the room, viewing the body. We waited until they were gone. I realized I was shaking terribly as Marie led me up to the casket. For just a moment, I closed my eyes. And then I looked opened them and looked down.

       Phillip looked at rest, at peace. He was wearing a black suit and had his hands folded up. It was Phillip, but at the same time, it wasn’t. He truly wasn’t there anymore. The Phillip I knew, the way he joked, his attitude and outlook on life, those things were gone. I believed he was in a better place. I knew he was.

       The mass and the burial passed by in a blur to me. I was there physically, but emotionally I wasn’t. I was in my memories with Phillip. I remembered the way he held me, the way he kissed me. I remembered how we would say I was his girl, that he knew me. He knew who I was. My memories of him were important to me. I needed them.

       After the ceremonies were over, I found myself alone, looking at Phillip’s grave. I couldn’t stop looking at the headstone that read Phillip Hughes, April 28, 1923, to February 23, 1944.

       “The car is here,” Mathias said. He placed his hand on my shoulder. “There is someone else going with you.” 

       I looked up at him.

       “What?”

       “Come with me.”

       He led me to the entrance of the cemetery where there was a car waiting for us. Ian was talking to Bridget. Bridget. I had not seen her the entire time.

       Bridget saw me coming and walked over to me. We looked at each other for a moment and then we fell into a hug. I broke down in her arms and she held me tightly. She held me the way a friend would. She comforted me the way a friend would.

       “I’m sorry,” I whispered through choking sobs. “I should have told you, I’m sorry.”

       “It’s okay,” she said, “I’m sorry too. We just can’t be like this to each other. We will have plenty of time to work on that though.”

       I pulled away and looked at her curiously. Mathias had said someone else was coming.

       “Are you…?” I didn’t have time to finish asking and she was nodding her head.

       “I talked to the councilor and she agreed that Ian, as well as Bridget, could come with you,” Mathias said.

       “There is nothing here for me now,” Bridget said, “except for you. I need you, Abby.”

       “I need you too,” I said.

       “Well,” Ian said, “I don’t mean to break up the reunion, but we have to get going.”

       I turned to Mathias and threw my arms around him. He returned the hug.

       “Thank you,” I said, “I love you, father.”

       “I love you too,” he said, “my beautiful girl.”

       Ian rounded up all of the bags. I had already told Marie that I was leaving, but I went and said goodbye to Phillip’s parents. They understood that I couldn’t say much about where I was going, but I told them that I would write to them.

       And then we were in the car and it was pulling away. I waved at my father until he was gone from view.

       As the car drove on, I looked over to Bridget next to me. She had laid her head back and was resting. Her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful, but she was coming with me. We were going together. I vowed that our friendship would be stronger than ever. It was our time now. Next to her, sat Ian. He caught me gazing at him, but he didn’t say anything. He smiled at me, and then looked out the window.

       I turned my head and looked out the window. The streets of Glasgow passed by. I saw children out playing, enjoying their life. The war in London was behind them. The war, while it was still going on, would be behind me. I rested my head against the window glass and closed my eyes. The movements of the car slowly lulled me into a dreamlike state. I let it take me and a premonition pulled me in. It was the same one I had had a few months prior, about being at a cliff on the seaside.

       I stood on the cliff. The waves crashed against the cliff. The sea mist sprayed lightly on my face. I was wearing a long, white dress that blew in the wind. Behind me was a small cottage.

       A hand touched my back and I knew he was there. I could not see his face, but his touch made me feel protected. I felt safe. I knew the premonitions were a part of me.

       My eyes opened and the car was continuing to roll along the streets. I continued to gaze out the window and thought about the premonition. Did it mean anything? I decided not to think about it. I simply placed it in the back of my mind. There was tomorrow to worry about it, and the next day.

       My heart continued to grieve for Phillip and my family. I held myself from crying, but it so constantly tried to erupt from within me. But I was strong. I would keep going.

       For the first time in a long time, it was only whispers again.

       I let them carry me forward.

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New edition!

Finally . . . I had my book professionally edited to find those errors that even I couldn't find after combing through it what feels like millions of times. In addition, a brand new cover (previously seen below) has been added. The hardcover book, along with the brand new cover and edits, can be purchased at Amazon. An e-Book version of the novel can also be purchased at Amazon. Thank you to all for your continual support! IMPORTANT NOTE: Make sure that if you choose to get a hardcover that the cover is the one seen below and not the old one. There are still some old copies floating around of that one.

Buy a copy here!

Some upcoming changes . . .

I'm excited about two things!

1. The fabulous Andrea Berthot has graciously helped out on some edits of my book. I seriously combed through the thing a ton of times, but it's hard to catch everything! I now feel confident that the best possible draft of The Timekeeper's Daughter will soon be published. I will be publishing as a second edition.

2. The amazing Alexander von Ness has designed a beautiful cover for the book! Stay tuned to see what it looks like.

The edited draft of my book is already available on Amazon as an eBook. I hope to have the hardcover/paperback versions updated by next week!

A look back . . .

Well, here I am world.

This past week has been spring break and I've taken the time to rest after a long and stressful year of teaching. Don't get me wrong though, it has still been an awarding one.

After much consideration and deliberation, I decided to self-publish my first novel, The Timekeeper's Daughter. I truly hope that anyone reading this will take the time to check out the book. It is currently listed for sale on Amazon as an ebook and a hardcover by clicking here.

I wanted to take the time to look back on my journey from conception to now. I first came up with the idea for The Timekeeper's Daughter in December of 2012; this was during my sophomore year of college. I didn't begin drafting the novel until January 2013. Early drafts of the novel are significantly different from the final product.

I remember working on the novel and realizing that this was the first time that a story idea that I had was coming out full-force on the page. Previous writing attempts, as far as long works of fiction go, often didn't make it past a 5,000 word count or so. But by spring break that year, I had around 30,000 words or so written and I knew by then that I was going to finish this one.

When it comes to writing for me, I'm all over the place. I don't really like to outline anything. I try to sit down and do it, but I just get frustrated and end up going straight to writing. I thought this was the wrong way to go about things until I met other writers and even a published author, only to find out that every writer has a different way of doing things. My way, while it may seem completely over-the-top for some or just downright confusing for others, is to usually write the beginning and end and fill in the rest as I go. So, that is how the book came to fruition. I had the ending; I had the beginning.

After a couple months though, things slowed down and I stopped for a while. I wasn't quite sure where I was going with some things. I didn't quite know how I wanted to build this world of the timekeepers. And then, in July 2013, my step-grandmother passed away in a car accident. While I usually just referred to her as Paula, she was my step-grandmother, and really at the end of the day, she was my grandmother. She was always in my life from day one, so that is how I looked at her. Because of our relationship, I've never considered blood to be what makes someone family. What makes a person family is simply love and a desire to be in that person's life.

As I mentioned in my dedication and acknowledgments of the book, Paula had a profound impact on my writing. I remember the last time I ever spoke to her and I will never forget it. It was about the book I was writing and I how I was having trouble finishing it. I don't remember exactly what was said, but I specifically remember her telling me I needed to finish it so that she could read it. She died before it was done.

Before her death, I had already planned a trip to visit my other grandparents in Colorado. My parents urged me to still go, so I did. During my time there, I continued writing after a long period of not doing anything with my book. I strengthened the relationship between my main character and her adopted mother and I began to write Paula into my book. Abigail's adopted mother now had a huge garden in her backyard, similar to Paula. She began to look like Paula as well. I know people often say not to write parts of your life in your story, but how else would stories take off and become something?

It took a while for me to finish the book still. I can honestly say that I had the first draft from beginning to end the following summer of 2014. After that, I can say that my book was 100% done in March of 2017.

Since finishing it completely about a year ago, I have spent time sending out queries to literary agents in hope that someone would want to take on this story. I mostly received formal rejections, meaning that they probably didn't even look at the sample work I submitted. I understand how difficult publishing is and I totally get it. Honestly, I probably could have spent another year attempting to find an agent again. It took a friend of mine almost a year to get an agent, and then her first book was never even published.

I think that's why I went ahead and made the decision to self-publish though. I will, of course, attempt to get future books not related to this trilogy I am writing published in the traditional sense. But I needed to get my story out in the world now. It means something to me. It means something so much more than just a book that needs to be published. I want people to read it and go on the journey that I went on as I wrote it.

So, this is my first post. I hope that you check out my book and please give me honest feedback. You can write a review on my book's page at Goodreads (click here) and you can also write a review on Amazon. I hope that you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing. It is sad and upsetting at times; I mean it does take place during WWII after all. However, I also think it is uplifting and positive when it needs to be. So, please let me know what you think and check back for future posts!