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May 12, 2016
Book Chat: Delirium by Lauren Oliver
Check out Delirium
Author’s Website: laurenoliverbooks.com
A look at a world without love … or rather, a world in which love is a disease that leads to death. Curiously compelling with writing that brings to life a world you feel you could step out your door and enter.
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April 30, 2016
Book Chat: Left Neglected by Lisa Genova
Check out Left Neglected
A novel that explores our perception of the world around us and the choices we make in the name of ‘success’. A book to make us question the world’s definition of what it means to have it all and focus instead on what it means to live a life well-lived.
Author’s Website: lisagenova.com
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April 15, 2016
Book Chat: Every Little Thing by Chad Pelley
Check Out Every Little Thing
An intriguing look at the way even the most inconsequential moments in life can have monumental impacts. The characters in this book are incredibly crafted as wholly sympathetic and understandable, despite making choices that will make you cringe.
Author’s Website: chadpelley.wordpress.com
April 2, 2016
Book Chat: How We Got To Now by Steven Johnson
Check out How We Got To Now
Incredibly Intriguing. This book opens your eyes to the way seemingly little changes and needs can drastically affect every aspect of our lives. Loved it and experienced many moments where my mind felt a little blown! The one downfall would be that the way the ideas were presented in the book did become somewhat formulaic. Still though, a highly engaging book!
Author’s Website: stevenberlinjohnson.com
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March 21, 2016
Book Chat: Easy by Tammara Webber
Check out: Easy
A book about a ‘bad boy’ who’s not so bad and a ‘good girl’ trying to discover who she really is and what she stands for. A story that looks at the power of love to heal and shine light on a dark and painful past.
Author’s Website: tammarawebber.blogspot.com
March 15, 2016
Book Chat: The Illegal by Lawrence Hill
Check out The Illegal
A fast paced and captivating read which begs us to contemplate the moral implications of the choices we make, both on our own souls and on the people and culture around us. A little fantastical, a lot engaging. Something I didn’t mention in the video – I LOVED the role that running played in the story-line. Keita Ali runs for his life, very literally, and in one way or another, all the other characters are running as well.
Author’s Website: lawrencehill.com
March 1, 2016
When Life Imitates Art
Now Wilde’s pretty much a genius, so who am I to argue, especially when I’ve seen that in action multiple times. Here’s the most recent story …
Imagine living years of your life knowing something was horribly wrong inside of you, knowing your pain couldn’t be normal, but consistently being told that it was. Imagine large aspects of your life being defined by that pain—the confusion, isolation, and fear it would cause—yet being told it was all in your head or you just weren’t strong enough to deal with it.
It’s enough to make a person feel a bit off her rocker. Trust me, I know.
That was my life for almost two decades and it’s a life about one out of every 10 women can relate to. Many of those women have no word to explain the chronic pelvic pain that hits and twists like a dagger, extreme fatigue, infertility, and a host of other symptoms that define endometriosis.
For those who are thinking, “Endo what?” Endometriosis is a disease in which the tissue that’s supposed to line a woman’s uterus starts growing outside of it. In addition to what I mentioned above, it leads to cysts, inflammation, scarring and adhesions. Wretched stuff.
March is Endometriosis Awareness Month, and although I held my symptoms as a secret shame for the majority of my life, I’m finally ready to talk about them. (This is a case of that whole life imitating art thing, but more on that soon).
I was twenty-seven before I even heard the word that could explain the disturbing mid-cycle pain and debilitating cramps that often started seven to ten days before my period. (So, yeah, apparently that’s not normal.)
A month before my thirtieth birthday I got the answer: yes, that word does explain my condition, explains the reason my ovaries (which are supposed to be about the size of almonds) were stretched almost to the size of peaches, explains my (now justified) rage when just months before the diagnosis, yet another doctor suggested I may be exaggerating my symptoms.
I never want another woman to hear that. Never want another girl to think she’s weak or not up for the life of being a woman.
Now, I know doctors can’t be expected to know everything. This disease is hard to diagnose. But hear this:
Being a woman shouldn’t be inherently painful. And we shouldn’t be told that it is. #endoaware
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If you suspect something’s not right, push for answers. If you don’t, endometriosis could be invisibly wreaking havoc on your body. Havoc that, to a degree, could have been prevented.
We fiction authors think a lot about back story—the history that turned our characters into the person who shows up on the page. Most of that back story is kept only in the mind or private notes of the author, but some makes its way through. Just like every character’s experience is necessary to understand their motivations, so every woman with endometriosis has a story that affects how she learns to live with her disease. Here’s mine:
Let’s take a quick journey through the nineteen years I didn’t know the cause of my pain.
As a young teenager, cramps sometimes left me writhing in the fetal position—sweating, moaning, feeling like my body was trying to tear itself apart. I was told this was normal, if Advil didn’t work, Midol should. It didn’t, so I learned to be silent. No one likes a drama queen.
Now fast track to my early 20s.
That pain I was told was normal became more and more debilitating. It dropped me to the floor, unconscious, five times.
Don’t get me wrong, this concerned the medical professionals. They ran CAT scans, MRIs, blood tests, and cardiograms. I saw two different neurologists. My license was taken away while they tried to find answers … answers to the reason I was passing out, not answers to the pain that was leading to it. Not one doctor questioned the fact that my period pain, pain that was supposed to be entirely normal, was causing me to faint. I didn’t question it either—I should have, the women around me weren’t collapsing every few months. But when you’re told something long enough, you tend to believe it.
Next stop—just about to enter my thirties. (This section was foreshadowed earlier on.)
I’d been actively trying to get pregnant for about a year and a half: no luck. And that’s what prompted answers. Answers I was glad for, but answers that only brought more questions.
Receiving my diagnosis was a double-edged sword. (Pardon the pun to all those endo warriors out there). Wonderful, because it meant I wasn’t just a weak woman. Horrible, because there’s no cure for this disease and all of those years of feeling broken were, in a sense, true. I wasn’t broken, but a part of my body certainly was, and not only would that mean years more of living with horrible pain, it would mean I may never get to be a mother—one of the most precious desires of my heart.
I felt alone. My doctors only talked about this disease in terms of fertility (again, without any real answers), and didn’t address the years of pain I’d endured or will continue to endure. More than ever before, I felt like I was this disease and I didn’t know what to do with that.
So I did what any self-respecting author would do when she feels her world crumbling around her. I turned to the written word.
Only this time, instead of hauling out my journal (because honestly, I didn’t even feel strong enough to do that), I decided to try to excise my pain and confusion by thrusting it onto one of my characters.
It’s cruel I know, to cast this disease on an unsuspecting character, but writers are known for their cruelty (I’ve killed off more than one character in my writing journey.) But for me, at least, that cruelty always has a purpose.
And here is where “Life imitates Art.”
As this character, Tracey Sampson, learned she has endometriosis, struggled to make sense of what that means for her life, her relationship, and her potential of ever being a mother, I was (almost unconsciously) able to dig deeper into what that meant for me, while looking at with a creator’s and then an editor’s eye.
Tracey’s story is in no way autobiographical, but just as my story, my pains, my fears may parallel any other woman out there with the disease, Tracey’s inner aches paralleled mine. As she worked through her insecurities, I changed and I grew.
A year ago I was raw—I wouldn’t have shared any of this. I was going to release the books with my secret kept safe.
I’ve since learned better.
Writing Tracey’s story wasn’t just for me, and it wasn’t just for the women suffering from this disease; it’s a way for any reader to learn about this ‘invisible illness’ in an accessible way.
The first book in Tracey’s story is Forever In My Heart. I’m releasing the second, Whispers of Hope, to coincide with Worldwide Endometriosis Awareness Week in the hopes that it will help open people’s eyes to the very real pain many women suffer and, hopefully, reassure women living with symptoms of the disease that their pain is not in their head, and they need to press to find answers.
My life imitating my art wasn’t a conscious
thing. It happened slowly. And shortly after I finished the final of half a dozen rewrites I realized I was transformed from a woman scared and hopeless, to a woman empowered.
This post has been meant for everyone, but these final lines are to my endosisters—those who know you have the disease and those who wonder.
I think it’s highly possible that reading Tracey’s story could be a positive experience for you, and I don’t want cost to be even the slightest deterrent. If it is, simply email contact[at]charlenecarr.com with the subject EndoSisters and I will happily send you the digital version of both Forever In My Heart and Whispers of Hope for free. More importantly, if you take anything from this baring of my heart, take this:
You are not alone, you are not your disease, and your story is powerful. Share it.
Also, feel free to share your comments or stories in the comment section below! I’d love to hear from you, and I’m sure others would too.
February 16, 2016
Book Chat: Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn
Check out Sharp Objects
A deeply disturbing novel with characters who, though in desperate need of psychological care, are brilliantly believable. An important message on the need to be open about mental and emotional pain and the affects of abuse within families.
Author’s Website: gillian-flynn.com
January 24, 2016
Book Chat: All the Blue-Eyed Angels by Jen Blood
Check out All the Blue-Eyed Angels
A page turner with compelling, deeply flawed characters who yank you into the story. Gruesome and disturbing, yet highly entertaining.
Author’s Website: jenblood.com
Yes, I’m FULLY aware I tell nothing about the plot in this book chat – it’s because I knew nothing about it going in and that added to the experience. Of course, if that’s not your thing, a look at the book’s description will clear that up for you!
January 19, 2016
Book Chat: All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven
Check out All The Bright Places
A quirky and disturbing tale with characters who don’t exactly ring true, but who are lovable, interesting, and heart-wrenching in their flaws and fragility. Moments of deep contemplation and a call for readers to be aware of and take action to support those struggling with mental health.
Author’s Website: JenniferNiven.com
