Showing posts with label Contests. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Contests. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Enter to win books for your book club!
Attention Book Clubs! Simon and Schuster Canada is excited to announce a contest specifically for book clubs in the fall. Click Book Club for more details.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Author Interview - Pamela Schoenewaldt
Pamela Schoenewaldt is the author of When We Were Strangers, the book I last reviewed. You can tell by my rants and raves that I absolutely adored this novel and that it touched me deeply because of my own Abruzzi roots.
I'm especially thrilled today to have Pamela join us and talk a little about herself and her journey as an author.
1. Welcome to the Historical Novel Review blog. Can you tell us a little about your novel?
It is the early 1880s. Irma Vitale, a young needleworker, lives in a mountain town of Opi, in Southern Italy. Opi is all she has ever known and all who leave it come to grief. Yet circumstances force her to leave Opi, to go down the mountain and make her way to the difficult cities of America. There she will create a new family and forge a new life and different work built on her extraordinary skill with a needle.
2. What inspired you to write a novel about a woman in this period of history?
I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of immigration. What situations and facts of character force some to leave what is known and go to the unknown? Whether we speak of the great immigration waves of modern history – and the late 19th Century was one – or the exodus from Africa 40,000 years ago, some moved and some stayed and endured. Some kept moving. Some found peace and some who were successful in the old world utterly failed to adapt. Why? I’m attracted to the late 19th Century also because in rural Italy you had timeless agrarian traditions pushed up against the roar of industrialization. How does a young woman with so painfully little experience of the modern world make that shift? And more, how does she apply the skills she has -- shepherding, needleworking – and her own character in a world that is so vastly different from what she knows? I was interested in what happens when you totally strip away a support system as well as things like money, connections or physical beauty that can ease any path. Why will a character like Irma endure and thrive when someone like her brother Carlo, who seems better adapted, flounders and probably fails?
And finally, I saw Irma. I actually conjured a still, cloaked figure when I was walking around Opi on a cold twilight. She was silhouetted against a darkening sky, quite alone, and I wanted to see her face and follow her journey.
3. What hardships did women face in this particular century and what lessons can today's woman learn from it?
Of course there were physical discomforts. Medicine was still primitive. Birth control and contraception were little understood and women suffered. I discovered that many women of all classes in Irma’s time might have had up to 10 abortions, as well as endured life-threatening induced miscarriages to control family size. They faced high risks of death in childbirth. They faced a society which did not have strong models for sexual relationships based on equality. Many women around the world still face these dangers.
But aside from these dramatic differences, the fact of leaving what is known and going to the unknown is part of every woman’s life today. We leave home or a hometown. Enter a relationship or leave one. Change jobs. In each case, so many of the skills we had in one situation become irrelevant in the new. Yet there are basic truths and basic strengths that can help us. Thus Irma manages to pull from the memory of a pushing through the hard work of sheep shearing, for instance, to sustain her in other hard work. Her memory that sometimes a tree torn out of a mountain can re-root and thrive buoys her up. Irma is not afraid to work hard, yet holds out for work that affirms her gifts and her sense of her best self. She struggles to read the characters of strangers carefully and trust when she can, serves when she is able. These values are still with us, I think.
4. Can you describe a typical writing day?
I work three days a week, writing for an agency, so I try to get in as much writing as I can the other days. I get up about 6 am to work before breakfast and work in the later afternoon or after dinner. I’m in a writing group which read every chapter of When We Were Strangers until I began submitting it. I was also sending chapters to other trusted readers. My sister has a doctorate in immigration history so she checked many facts. Other readers read as well and I listened carefully. So at any one time, I might have been blocking one chapter and revising the earlier two or three. Normally I begin each session by revising what I wrote in the earlier session. I kept notebooks and post-its to write down ideas that came between sessions. The flow and rhythm of sentences is very important to me, as well as the authenticity of imagery, so there was just a vast amount of revision, adding, taking away, like the frog that jumps two feet from the bottom of a well, falls back a foot, and so forth. But if you keep at it, you do see daylight.
5. Can you tell us briefly about your other novels and any new novels in the works.
This is my first novel that has been published. I wrote a medieval novel earlier that started falling apart under its own weight. I’ve learned a lot since then and am working again in the medieval age, but with a fictional main character who becomes entwined in the household of the Holy Roman Emperor and slowly creates an independent life for herself.
Thank you Pamela, for taking the time to tell us a little bit about yourself.
For more details about Pamela, please visit her website at: http://pamelaschoenewaldt.com/
I'm especially thrilled today to have Pamela join us and talk a little about herself and her journey as an author.
1. Welcome to the Historical Novel Review blog. Can you tell us a little about your novel?
It is the early 1880s. Irma Vitale, a young needleworker, lives in a mountain town of Opi, in Southern Italy. Opi is all she has ever known and all who leave it come to grief. Yet circumstances force her to leave Opi, to go down the mountain and make her way to the difficult cities of America. There she will create a new family and forge a new life and different work built on her extraordinary skill with a needle.
Village of Opi
Pescasseroli
(Both pictures courtesy of Viaggio In Abruzzo)
2. What inspired you to write a novel about a woman in this period of history?
I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of immigration. What situations and facts of character force some to leave what is known and go to the unknown? Whether we speak of the great immigration waves of modern history – and the late 19th Century was one – or the exodus from Africa 40,000 years ago, some moved and some stayed and endured. Some kept moving. Some found peace and some who were successful in the old world utterly failed to adapt. Why? I’m attracted to the late 19th Century also because in rural Italy you had timeless agrarian traditions pushed up against the roar of industrialization. How does a young woman with so painfully little experience of the modern world make that shift? And more, how does she apply the skills she has -- shepherding, needleworking – and her own character in a world that is so vastly different from what she knows? I was interested in what happens when you totally strip away a support system as well as things like money, connections or physical beauty that can ease any path. Why will a character like Irma endure and thrive when someone like her brother Carlo, who seems better adapted, flounders and probably fails?
And finally, I saw Irma. I actually conjured a still, cloaked figure when I was walking around Opi on a cold twilight. She was silhouetted against a darkening sky, quite alone, and I wanted to see her face and follow her journey.
3. What hardships did women face in this particular century and what lessons can today's woman learn from it?
Of course there were physical discomforts. Medicine was still primitive. Birth control and contraception were little understood and women suffered. I discovered that many women of all classes in Irma’s time might have had up to 10 abortions, as well as endured life-threatening induced miscarriages to control family size. They faced high risks of death in childbirth. They faced a society which did not have strong models for sexual relationships based on equality. Many women around the world still face these dangers.
But aside from these dramatic differences, the fact of leaving what is known and going to the unknown is part of every woman’s life today. We leave home or a hometown. Enter a relationship or leave one. Change jobs. In each case, so many of the skills we had in one situation become irrelevant in the new. Yet there are basic truths and basic strengths that can help us. Thus Irma manages to pull from the memory of a pushing through the hard work of sheep shearing, for instance, to sustain her in other hard work. Her memory that sometimes a tree torn out of a mountain can re-root and thrive buoys her up. Irma is not afraid to work hard, yet holds out for work that affirms her gifts and her sense of her best self. She struggles to read the characters of strangers carefully and trust when she can, serves when she is able. These values are still with us, I think.
4. Can you describe a typical writing day?
I work three days a week, writing for an agency, so I try to get in as much writing as I can the other days. I get up about 6 am to work before breakfast and work in the later afternoon or after dinner. I’m in a writing group which read every chapter of When We Were Strangers until I began submitting it. I was also sending chapters to other trusted readers. My sister has a doctorate in immigration history so she checked many facts. Other readers read as well and I listened carefully. So at any one time, I might have been blocking one chapter and revising the earlier two or three. Normally I begin each session by revising what I wrote in the earlier session. I kept notebooks and post-its to write down ideas that came between sessions. The flow and rhythm of sentences is very important to me, as well as the authenticity of imagery, so there was just a vast amount of revision, adding, taking away, like the frog that jumps two feet from the bottom of a well, falls back a foot, and so forth. But if you keep at it, you do see daylight.
5. Can you tell us briefly about your other novels and any new novels in the works.
This is my first novel that has been published. I wrote a medieval novel earlier that started falling apart under its own weight. I’ve learned a lot since then and am working again in the medieval age, but with a fictional main character who becomes entwined in the household of the Holy Roman Emperor and slowly creates an independent life for herself.
Thank you Pamela, for taking the time to tell us a little bit about yourself.
For more details about Pamela, please visit her website at: http://pamelaschoenewaldt.com/
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Book Giveaway - When We Were Strangers by Pamela Schoenewaldt
1. Visit Pamela Schoenewaldt's website and find the name of her philosopher.
2. Visit Historical Novel Review on February 27 and read Pamela's interview.
3. Leave a comment with the philospher's name and why you would love to read this book. Ensure you provide your email address with your comment.
4. Winner will be announced on February 28!
Here is a clue:
Good Luck everyone!
Thanks for stopping by!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Simon and Schuster Book Giveaway!
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| Click here to enter and win a set of 10 copies one of these books for your book club! |
I am excited to let you know about a contest Simon and Schuster are currently running with some of their bestselling paperbacks of the year. You can enter below for your chance to win sets of these titles for your book club.
Here's the link with the entry form:
http://www.simonandschuster.ca/sweepstakes/book-club-bestsellers
Good luck to everyone who enters!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
The Giveaway Winner Is...
Many thanks to all those who participated this week. According to my number-pickin' toddler, the winner for this site's copy of "Butterfly Swords" is...Carol T! Carol, I will contact you via the email address you left. (Thank you for doing that!)
Monday, October 25, 2010
Butterfly Swords Giveaway
For a free copy of Butterfly Swords, all we're asking you do to is:1. Be a follower of Historical Novel Review and Jeannie Lin's blog.
2. Tell us why you're interested in the book.
Good luck, readers!
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Book Giveaway - Isabeau by N. Gemini Sasson
Book Giveaway
For the next three days, we're featuring this newly released novel about Isabelle of France, queen consort of Edward II.
To celebrate the release of this beautifully written novel, we'll be giving away a free copy to one of our readers. To enter, all you have to do is:
1. Be a follower of this blog (Historical Novel Review) and (My Dog Ate My Manuscript)
2. Leave a comment about why you want to read this book.
That's all that is required.
Please stop by and visit for your chance to win.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Giveaway - Win a Pendant of Catherine de Medici
All you have to do to win is:
1. You must be a Canadian or U.S. resident.
2. You must be a follower of this blog.
3. Visit Christopher Gortner's blog Historical Boys and tell us the name of his constant companion.
4. Leave a comment with your email address and tell us what it is that you find most fascinating about Catherine de Medici.
Winners will be announced the second week of August!
Good luck to all! This is one week not to miss!
And the winners are . . .
Drumroll, please. We have two lucky winners for this week's book giveaways:
The winner of a copy of The Personal History of Rachel DuPree is . . .
Linda!!!
The winner of a copy of The Crown in the Heather is . . .
Michelle!!!
The winners have been notified by e-mail. Thanks to all those who entered and please come back and try again. Next week's giveaway is a pendant of Catherine de Medici. Details to follow soon.
The winner of a copy of The Personal History of Rachel DuPree is . . .
Linda!!!
The winner of a copy of The Crown in the Heather is . . .
Michelle!!!
The winners have been notified by e-mail. Thanks to all those who entered and please come back and try again. Next week's giveaway is a pendant of Catherine de Medici. Details to follow soon.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Book Giveaway - The Personal History of Rachel Dupree
Ann Weisgarber's debut novel, The Personal History of Rachel DuPree, was named Best Work of Fiction by the Texas Institute of Letters, longlisted for the Orange Prize and shortlisted for The Orange Prize for New Writers. Set in the early 20th century Badlands of South Dakota, it is a story of one woman's struggle to defeat adversity and give her children a better life.
To win a copy of The Personal History of Rachel DuPree, please leave a comment and contact information on any of the blog posts about this book between Aug. 11th and 14th, 2010, stating why you would like to read this book. The winner will be announced on August 15th.
Visit Ann's website.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Book Giveaway: The Crown in the Heather by N. Gemini Sasson
Thanks for joining us. Gemi has graciously agreed to give away a copy of her wonderful book, The Crown in the Heather. Leave a comment and tell Gemi what you find most fascinating about her main character, Robert the Bruce. She will pick the lucky winner and send you an autographed copy of the book. In the meantime, enjoy this excerpt of The Crown in the Heather.
An ebbing tide pulsed against the shoreline of Rothesay’s broad-mouthed bay. Elizabeth and I walked side by side, my fingers brushing her forearm, pebbles crunching beneath our feet. A pair of tracks stretched in an erratic trail before us: one set the loping paw prints of a young, long-legged dog in full stride and the other Marjorie’s small, closely spaced footprints where she scampered after him. Seagulls, picking over spilled catch, exploded in a cloud of fulmination, then dove menacingly at the exuberant hound pup. Marjorie covered her head with her arms and let out a screech of terror. At once, Coll bounded in her direction and leapt into the air, his teeth gnashing at the clap of beating wings. Rolling in laughter, Marjorie sought out another petulant flock and repeated the game.
In the distance, fishing boats cluttered the sloping shore. There, fishermen were busily unloading the workday’s yield before darkness descended over the island. The day, although sharply cold, had been unusually calm and sunny for January. Above the silver-black waters of the bay, the peaked rooflines of Rothesay crowded against a deepening blue sky. Inland, snow-topped domes contrasted with the vermilion hues of a sinking sun.
Elizabeth stumbled and I grabbed her by the arm to steady her.
“Careful of your step, Lady Elizabeth.” I tucked her hand within the fold of my left elbow, the fingers of my other hand gently clasping hers. “Perhaps you would prefer to walk on my right, away from the water . . . before you fall in?”
She raised her oval chin, her lips pursed tight as if feigning indignity, and drew her shoulders back. “You presume I’m clumsy, my lord.”
“No, I—”
“Well, I’m not, I assure you. I was merely watching Marjorie and her dog playing. Otherwise, I’m quite surefooted.” She winked at me. “As nimble as a cat.”
I fought a grin. “And when you tumbled to the floor last night during the dance?”
She slapped the back of my hand playfully. “Are you mocking me, Lord Robert? Perhaps I should stay closer to you, like this,”—she swung herself around to stand before me—“so you may catch me in your arms next time? Would you?”
For a moment, I forgot myself. Forgot it was past supper and we were overdue at table. Our absence would raise brows. I hardly cared. It was rare we were ever together like this without a crowd of onlookers ogling our every gesture and eavesdropping on every innocent word.
Her fingers wandered up my arms teasingly. “Would you?”
“Would I what?”
“Catch me . . . if I fell?”
A movement distracted me and I glanced up to see Oonagh hobbling toward Marjorie, who stood near the boats waving her arms at the seagulls. In all likelihood, Oonagh had been sent to beckon us back to the castle for the evening meal. In time. I was neither hungry yet nor willing to join the crowd in the hall. I gazed down at Elizabeth, fascinated by the way one of her rounded brows was set higher than the other and the spattering of freckles across her slender nose. I hungry yet nor willing to join the crowd in the hall. I gazed down at Elizabeth, fascinated by the way one of her rounded brows was set higher than the other and the spattering of freckles across her slender nose. I slid my hands around her waist and drew her to me until I felt the slight pressure of her hips against my thighs.
“Like this?” With a sudden heave, I swept her off the ground, one arm snug around her back and the other cradling her legs.
I expected a shriek of protest and an upbraiding; instead, she tossed her head back, laughter bubbling from her throat, and kicked her feet in the air. She reached an arm around my neck and I swung her in a circle: sky and sea and mountains blurring into a streak of shadowy blue and steel gray around us. Not until the ground pitched beneath me did I stop. My knees wobbling, I planted my feet wide and clutched Elizabeth closer to my chest to keep from dropping her.
“Shall I put you down now?” I asked.
Thank you, Gemi. Don't forget to leave your comment to win a copy of the book.
An ebbing tide pulsed against the shoreline of Rothesay’s broad-mouthed bay. Elizabeth and I walked side by side, my fingers brushing her forearm, pebbles crunching beneath our feet. A pair of tracks stretched in an erratic trail before us: one set the loping paw prints of a young, long-legged dog in full stride and the other Marjorie’s small, closely spaced footprints where she scampered after him. Seagulls, picking over spilled catch, exploded in a cloud of fulmination, then dove menacingly at the exuberant hound pup. Marjorie covered her head with her arms and let out a screech of terror. At once, Coll bounded in her direction and leapt into the air, his teeth gnashing at the clap of beating wings. Rolling in laughter, Marjorie sought out another petulant flock and repeated the game.
In the distance, fishing boats cluttered the sloping shore. There, fishermen were busily unloading the workday’s yield before darkness descended over the island. The day, although sharply cold, had been unusually calm and sunny for January. Above the silver-black waters of the bay, the peaked rooflines of Rothesay crowded against a deepening blue sky. Inland, snow-topped domes contrasted with the vermilion hues of a sinking sun.
Elizabeth stumbled and I grabbed her by the arm to steady her.
“Careful of your step, Lady Elizabeth.” I tucked her hand within the fold of my left elbow, the fingers of my other hand gently clasping hers. “Perhaps you would prefer to walk on my right, away from the water . . . before you fall in?”
She raised her oval chin, her lips pursed tight as if feigning indignity, and drew her shoulders back. “You presume I’m clumsy, my lord.”
“No, I—”
“Well, I’m not, I assure you. I was merely watching Marjorie and her dog playing. Otherwise, I’m quite surefooted.” She winked at me. “As nimble as a cat.”
I fought a grin. “And when you tumbled to the floor last night during the dance?”
She slapped the back of my hand playfully. “Are you mocking me, Lord Robert? Perhaps I should stay closer to you, like this,”—she swung herself around to stand before me—“so you may catch me in your arms next time? Would you?”
For a moment, I forgot myself. Forgot it was past supper and we were overdue at table. Our absence would raise brows. I hardly cared. It was rare we were ever together like this without a crowd of onlookers ogling our every gesture and eavesdropping on every innocent word.
Her fingers wandered up my arms teasingly. “Would you?”
“Would I what?”
“Catch me . . . if I fell?”
A movement distracted me and I glanced up to see Oonagh hobbling toward Marjorie, who stood near the boats waving her arms at the seagulls. In all likelihood, Oonagh had been sent to beckon us back to the castle for the evening meal. In time. I was neither hungry yet nor willing to join the crowd in the hall. I gazed down at Elizabeth, fascinated by the way one of her rounded brows was set higher than the other and the spattering of freckles across her slender nose. I hungry yet nor willing to join the crowd in the hall. I gazed down at Elizabeth, fascinated by the way one of her rounded brows was set higher than the other and the spattering of freckles across her slender nose. I slid my hands around her waist and drew her to me until I felt the slight pressure of her hips against my thighs.
“Like this?” With a sudden heave, I swept her off the ground, one arm snug around her back and the other cradling her legs.
I expected a shriek of protest and an upbraiding; instead, she tossed her head back, laughter bubbling from her throat, and kicked her feet in the air. She reached an arm around my neck and I swung her in a circle: sky and sea and mountains blurring into a streak of shadowy blue and steel gray around us. Not until the ground pitched beneath me did I stop. My knees wobbling, I planted my feet wide and clutched Elizabeth closer to my chest to keep from dropping her.
“Shall I put you down now?” I asked.
Thank you, Gemi. Don't forget to leave your comment to win a copy of the book.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Giveaway Scout
What a wonderful way to publicize our giveaways on this blog.
There's a terrific widget which I've added to our sidebar, so if you're looking for a freebie, check the widget for the latest offerings.
May you all have good luck and win!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Winner of The Swords of Faith
Congratulations Pricilla! You're the winner of The Swords of Faith by Richard Warren Field!
Please email us at: historicalnovelreview.blogspot.com with your mailing address.
Thank you to everyone who visited and left their comments. Richard enjoyed reading them all.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Book Giveaway - Swords of Faith by Richard Warren Field
We will be giving away a copy of the novel to a lucky winner from Canada or the U.S. who can answer the below questions after visiting Richard Warren Field's website at: http://www.richardwarrenfield.com/ and http:creativeeccentric.wordpress.com. Please ensure you leave your email address so that we can contact you should you be the winner.
1. What is the title of Richard Warren Field's next novel?
2. Describe what fascinates you most about the Crusades.
So stay tuned this week for this most interesting look into a passionate era of history!
Friday, July 2, 2010
Book Giveaway: Clan by David P. Elliott
“Suddenly Elliot shuddered, just as he had when they first arrived at the cottage, but this time the temperature drop was accompanied by a strong feeling of nausea and a feeling that something was clenching at his heart. His vision was blurred and he felt faint. Suddenly his body was soaked, as he broke out in a cold sweat, reminiscent of his night terrors. Sweat ran from his hairline into his eyes and through his blurred vision he saw a hooded face looking at him from one of the windows.”
If you enjoy Scottish history, with a good dose of the paranormal, David P. Elliot’s Clan revels in both. The author is skilled at depicting and manipulating myriad emotions, with his vivid descriptions and powerful characterizations.
As Clan opens, a great medieval battle unfolds between two giants, William Wallace, of Braveheart fame, and William de Soulis, lord of the ancient Hermitage Castle. Both men survive and while Wallace goes on to the fate history has recorded, de Soulis’s life takes him in a different, and far more dangerous, direction. Centuries later in 2007, David Elliot, three times divorced and now jobless, contemplates his dreary past and the bleak outlook for the future. His daughter Kate convinces him to take a much-needed vacation with her husband Simon and their son Thomas, in the Newcastleton area, once home to generations of his clan, the Elliots. It was also the scene of hundreds of years of border strife between the English and Scots, as both sides fought for the Scottish throne.
Unexpected events and meetings with strange characters convince David that his journey is more than a simple getaway, but an opportunity to deal with the demons of his past, bring meaning to his dissolute life, and discover the power of love and family. Though separated by centuries, his fate is on a direct collision course with the will of William de Soulis, who reaches from the dark recesses of the past to reclaim his birthright and the destiny his enemies have kept from him.
Clan met all my expectations for a good read, but I was truly impressed at how well the author handled the various scenes, juxtaposed from differing points of view. In addition to Elliot and his family, the author also introduces us to Andrea Dettori, the shady leader of the Soulis Foundation; Thomas Truman, a seemingly harmless old man, with ties to Elliot’s past, and other engaging characters. I was engrossed throughout the chapters and had to pace myself and just enjoy the story as it unfolded.
I’m not one to scare easily, but the paranormal scenes especially spooked me, and I felt no shame in confiding to the author that I refused to read the book at night. In addition to the violent, soulless villains, the author introduces some of the most depraved and vicious creatures to ever terrorize on the page, called Red Caps. Whenever one appeared, I expected a bloody mess and the author always delivered.
Clan is currently available in several countries and has been featured at the Hawick Museum and the Liddesdale Heritage Centre in the Scots Borders.
PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT TO WIN A COPY OF CLAN, AND VISIT US FOR AN INTERVIEW WITH FEATURED AUTHOR, DAVID P. ELLIOT.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Contest Winner - The Last Leaf by Stuart Lutz
ALICIA!
Congratulations!
A message has been sent!
Thank you to everyone who took the time to enter our contest and learn more about this incredible book.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Book Giveaway - The Last Leaf by Stuart Lutz
Up for grabs is a copy of this fabulous book that describes some of history's most poignant moments through interviews with the last living survivors and witnesses.
All you have to do to win is leave a comment with your email address telling Stuart why you really want to read his book. Stuart will chose the most endearing response.
Thanks again! This is a book not to be missed and worth keeping on your book shelf for future generation!
We'll announce the winner at the end of the week!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Peaceweaver by Judith Arnopp
“The old people used to say that three women, known as the Norns, wove human fate. They sat in the roots of a great, spreading tree, spinning the fragile threads of destiny into the complex fabric of life. When they grew peeved they worked misfortune and despair into the pattern. I sighed. My own fate trailed behind me like a worn petticoat, patched and mended with good intentions. What, I wondered, would those three women make of my future.” – Queen Eadgyth, Peaceweaver
History often recalls the hand-fasted wife of Harold Godwinson, last King of the Saxons, but little is known about his queen, Eadgyth, daughter of Earl Aelfgar of Mercia. She was a descendant of the Lady Godiva of Coventry legend, and the child-bride of a Welsh King before becoming Harold’s queen. Author Judith Arnopp has weaved a wonderful tale of Eadgyth’s life, interspersing fact, and fiction. Her meticulous research and unique storytelling made Peaceweaver a delightful read. Judith Arnopp has graciously agreed to give away a copy of the book to one of our blog visitors.
When Eadgyth’s father barters her to the Welsh King, Gruffydd ap Llewellyn, she endures exile in an alien world with only her loyal servant Anwen for comfort. She submits to Gruffydd’s cold and cruel attentions, and bears children for a husband more than twice her age. But sons are not the only joy of Eadgyth’s life, when she finds a forbidden love. As unexpected as it is, another drastic change comes when her husband learns of the affair, just before his downfall.
Swept away to England by the charismatic Harold Godwinson, Eadgyth enters the English court of Edward the Confessor. Harold’s unabashed pursuit of her re-awakens a love she never thought to feel again, but specters of Harold's past always intrude on their happiness. On the eve of Hastings, Eadgyth risks her safety to be by the side of a man she never thought she would love, as he faces the greatest threat his kingdom has ever known.
Author Judith Arnopp
Don't forget: Please leave a comment to win a copy of Peaceweaver!
Monday, June 7, 2010
Contest Winner - Watermark by Vanitha Sankaran
We're proud to announce the winner is:
Soft Fuzzy Sweater!
A message has been sent to her so we can get the book sent out.
Again, we appreciate everyone who visited and hope that you'll stop by again to enter more exciting contets.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Contest - Book Giveaway - Watermark by Vanitha Sankaran
We are very excited and proud to feature Vanitha Sankaran and her novel, Watermark, all this week.
Vanitha is giving away a copy of Watermark to the person who best answers the following questions and leaves their email address:
1. Describe 2 jobs Vanitha has done in her life.
2. Name the two essays found on her website.
3. Tell Vanitha why you deserve to win a copy of this book.
Vanitha will judge your answers and announce a winner on Friday.
Good Luck!
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