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I never read Harry Potter or 50 Shades of Grey.
I mainly read Thriller/Mystery and Women’s Fiction.
The beginning of a new month means paying bills.
I rarely drink but when I do, 2-3 glasses of wine makes me feel silly.
What if every time you told the truth, evil followed?
My name is Melody Fisher. My daddy was a snake handler in Appalachia until Mama died. Though years have passed, I can still hear the rattle before the strike that took her from me.
And it’s all my fault.
Since then, I’ve been passed around from foster home to foster home. I didn’t think anything could be as bad as losing Mama.
I was wrong.
But I will not speak of things people have done to me. Every time I do, worse evil follows. Now, the only thing I trust is what saved me years ago.
Back when I would sing the snakes calm …
Book Details:
Genre: YA Mystery
Published by: Vesuvian Books
Publication Date: October 1st 2019
Number of Pages: 285
ISBN: 1944109366 (ISBN13: 9781944109363)
Purchase Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads
Liana Gardner is the multi-award-winning author of 7th Grade Revolution (most recently the recipient of a 2018 Nautilus Book Award) and The Journal of Angela Ashby. The daughter of a rocket scientist and an artist, Liana combines the traits of both into a quirky yet pragmatic writer and in everything sees the story lurking beneath the surface.
Liana volunteers with high school students through EXP (expfuture.org). EXP unites business people and educators to prepare students for a meaningful place in the world of tomorrow. Working in partnership with industry and educators, EXP helps young people EXPerience, EXPand, and EXPlore.
Engaged in a battle against leukemia and lymphoma, Liana spends much of her time at home, but her imagination takes her wherever she wants to go.
Liana is a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators.
While working on a book, I become intensely involved with the characters and experience their highs and lows right alongside them. With Speak No Evil, the main character, Melody Fisher, went through so many heartbreaking experiences, my heart bled for her from start to finish. But rather than go on and on about Melody, I’d like to share one of my favorite secondary characters who surprised me during the writing process.
After losing her parents, Melody went to live with Quatie Raincrow, a spiritual counselor, on the Cherokee reservation. Though my initial thought was that Quatie would be a minor character, she quickly proved me wrong. From the very start she captured my heart with her gentle, unassuming warmth and care for Melody.
Quatie Raincrow embodies unconditional love and acceptance. She instinctively cuts through the walls we all put up and sees the need underneath, and quietly does what is necessary to fulfill that need. For Melody, she is the safe haven she needs after traumatic events, and becomes the family she had lost. For me, she unexpectedly provided the balm for my soul when going through some turbulent times in my personal life. She transcended the page and helped ground and center me, and reawakened my love of nature.
She lives a simple life, unfettered by materialism, but at the same time she is richly fulfilled. She provides Melody with the basis for inner strength that carries her through some truly horrible situations. In context of the story, she provides a necessary time of healing for Melody. And through the healing helps her find her gifts and strengths.
Throughout the book little nuggets of wisdom from Quatie pop up. My favorite is, “You will never learn to fly if you let someone else carry your wings.” Using the “roots and wings” analogy, our wings are used when we step outside our comfort zone. But so often we hand those wings over to fear, or allow obstacles in our path to take them from us. How much of life as we should be living do we miss out on because we’ve let someone else carry our wings?
When it comes to characters I dislike in Speak No Evil, I’m a bit spoiled for choice. Her uncle Harlan is a nasty piece of work, and don’t even get me started on Wade Hatchet … but the character I truly disliked working with was Grady Jackson. Every scene with Grady I had to deal with the palpable hatred emanating from the character.
Why is Grady worse than Harlan or Hatchet? Most of the time I find at least a sliver of a redeemable quality in an unsavory character, but not this time. With Harlan, his background and the differing treatment he received than his sister drove his anger. Not an excuse, but at least some room for empathy. Hatchet on the other hand is a sick individual. It’s not a justification for his actions, but though he twists his guilt into justification for those actions, the guilt is still there. He is conflicted by his religious beliefs and his actions and he needs help.
With Grady, I never got close enough to him to know what drove his anger and hatred because his darkness was so aggressive. I had to take breaks after every scene containing Grady Jackson. His wife fears him, he bullies everyone around him, he is racist, and basically ignorant of any common decency. Besides, he did something to Melody I will never forgive or forget. Writing the scene made me physically ill, as did every editing round.
To say I don’t like snakes is putting it mildly. Snakes are the stuff of nightmares—I don’t like seeing a picture or video of them. But in the course of the story, Melody finds a rattler who is suffering from blister disease, which is when a snake has blisters full of pus and blood on its belly. She captures the snake to nurse it back to health. Before it has fully healed, her foster brother, Boyd Jackson, steals the snake to torture it.
Melody tracks him down and tries to stop him from hurting the snake any further. Grady shows up and kills the snake. I could live with that if the incident stopped there, but when Melody returns to the house for lunch, she is served fried snake. When she refuses to eat, Grady force feeds her. Shudder. It still makes me sick to think about it.
A reprehensible action that I have no forgiveness for and makes Grady the worst character I’ve dealt with so far.
Thanks to CMash Reads for hosting Speak No Evil today and allowing me to share some of the best and worst characters in the novel.
Uncle Harlan slammed my bedroom door open. “You’re going to learn to show the Lord respect, girl.” He grabbed my neck and forced me to walk in front of him.
My neck hurt where he dug his fingers in.
He took me outside and shoved me toward the shed. He slipped the key in the lock and removed it from the hasp. The door creaked as it opened and then he thrust me through.
“I’m not going to allow you to follow your mother’s footsteps. You’ll learn to make peace with snakes and not show them any fear. Or else.”
He grabbed a snake case from the shelf, put it on the ground, and opened it. He stepped backward out of the shed and swung the door shut. The latch clicked. Uncle Harlan on one side of the door, and the snake and me locked inside.
“I’ll come get you in time for school in the morning.”
His footsteps receded.
Light filtered through the cracks in the shed slats. In the dim light, the snake coiled in the corner, its tongue flicking out periodically. I slowly lowered to the ground and hugged Raksha Waya tight.
The inside of the shed was slightly warmer than outside. Staying warm might be a bigger problem than keeping the snake calm. It ignored me and remained coiled, but the cold seeped into my bones. I scanned the shelves. There had to be something in here I could use to help keep warm.
A tarp sat on a shelf on the opposite side of the shed from the snake. But I might not be tall enough to pull it down. Standing on tiptoes, I grabbed a corner and tugged. My fingers slipped. I set Rakkie on a lower shelf, then reached with both hands and tugged.
The weight of the tarp almost knocked me over as I caught it.
Making sure to keep my movements small so I didn’t threaten the snake, I unfolded the tarp and spread it out. Then I grabbed Rakkie and carefully crawled under a corner. Once settled with Rakkie on my lap, I pulled it over us and tucked it under my chin.
The hours passed as the light changed and moved through the shed. My tailbone ached and my back hurt from sitting still for so long. Twilight came. Surely Uncle Harlan didn’t really mean to leave me here with the snake all night.
When the darkness was complete and I could no longer see my hand in front of my face, I faced the hard truth—Uncle Harlan meant it. I’d spend the night locked in a small space with a pit viper.
While my toes still felt frozen, the rest of me was warmer with the tarp. My eyes drooped and closed. Then I heard it.
Hiss. Rattle. The whisper of something dragging across the floorboards.
The snake was on the move. The slight rattle as it slithered through the shed made my heart pound. I froze.
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Excerpt from Speak No Evil by Liana Gardner. Copyright © 2019 by Liana Gardner. Reproduced with permission from Liana Gardner. All rights reserved.
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A provocative and timely new novel by the author of Inheriting Edith, one that will haunt you long after the final page is turned…
Sylvie Snow knows the pressures of expectations: a woman is supposed to work hard, but never be tired; age gracefully, but always be beautiful; fix the family problems, but always be carefree. Sylvie does the grocery shopping, the laundry, the scheduling, the schlepping and the PTA-ing, while planning her son’s Bar Mitzvah and cheerfully tending her husband, Paul, who’s been lying on the sofa with a broken ankle. She’s also secretly addicted to the Oxycontin intended for her husband.
For three years, Sylvie has repressed her grief about the heartbreaking stillbirth of her newborn daughter, Delilah. On the morning of the anniversary of her death, when she just can’t face doing one…more…thing: she takes one—just one—of her husband’s discarded pain pills. And suddenly she feels patient, kinder, and miraculously relaxed. She tells herself that the pills are temporary, just a gift, and that when the supply runs out she’ll go back to her regularly scheduled programming.
But days turn into weeks, and Sylvie slips slowly into a nightmare. At first, Paul and Teddy are completely unaware, but this changes quickly as her desperate choices reveal her desperate state. As the Bar Mitzvah nears, all three of them must face the void within themselves, both alone and together.
This is the first book that I have read by this author and hope to read more of her work in the future.
An emotional story of today’s current problem about opiate addiction and the havoc it plays on families.
Sylvie Snow wakes up, with dread and profound sadness on the third anniversary of her daughter Delilah’s stillborn date. Her husband Paul, recently injured his ankle and was prescribed OxyContin but refused to take them because of the way it made him feel. Sylvie decides she will just take one pill to help her get her through this painful day that she doesn’t want to deal with the pain in her heart and mind.
Just one!!! And it helps.
A loss that, she, her husband and 12-year-old son, Teddy, have not dealt with either as a family or independently.
Liking how it makes her feel, she continues to take the pills and finds in some situations, why not take another? Until it is too late, and she is totally addicted. And will do things that she never thought possible just to be able to have those pills.
As Teddy comes upon his Bah Mitzvah and the rite of becoming a man, it is his wisdom that may just pull this family together.
The narrative alternates between Sylvie, Paul, and Teddy.
The author does an outstanding job of allowing the reader to truly understand and feel the emotions of all three characters. A story that will stay with a reader long after the last word.
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Mailbox Monday
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Tuesday:
THE NEW HUSBAND by D.J. Palmer ~ ARC from St. Martin’s Press
THEIR LAST WORDS by Steve Parker ~ eBook from JoffeBooks via free download.
THE TIME TRAVELER PROFESSOR: SILENT MERIDIAN by Elizabeth Crowens ~ TPB from Author
THE TIME TRAVELER PROFESSOR: A POCKETFUL OF LODESTONES by by Elizabeth Crowens ~ TPB from Author
THE SILENT HOUSE by Nell Pattison ~ eBook from Avon Books UK via NetGalley
Thursday:
THE GOD GAME by Danny Tobey ~ print ARC from St. Martin’s Press
PRETTY THINGS by Janelle Brown ~ eBook from Random House via NetGalley
I didn’t start my family until I was 27.
I try to be kind, compassionate, and a good listener.
My fear of falling due to hardware in my back after 8 surgeries and the advice from my surgeon keeps me from going out in the winter unless absolutely necessary especially if there is any snow or ice on the ground.
If I were a ghost, I would haunt those that have done my family or myself wrong.
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Thursday:
THE PATIENT by Steena Holmes ~ eBook from Amazon Prime
And it has started…….
Sign-ups for the 2020 Challenges!!!!
Since I started blogging in 2009, I loved participating in many of the different challenges offered. I can honestly say, even though I didn’t complete many of them, it was just fun seeing what my reading year entailed.
Last year, I will admit, I was just a bit too ambitious and overzealous and signed up for too many. This year, I am promising myself I will only sign on for those that I have been doing for years.
This year, I even did poorly with my GR reading challenge. We have been so busy with tours for Partners In Crime Tours and Providence Book Promotions, that it definitely cut into my reading time.
Now let’s hope that I keep my promise and contain myself to signing up for too many, AGAIN!!!! I will be posting my progress here.
Also, we are always looking for tour hosts, I invite you to check out the great titles we are touring. We are starting off 2020 with some phenomenal titles so if you would like to join the team, the invitation stands! Just click on the Hosts tab and it will bring you to the sign up post.
Being of Italian decent and a Mother/Nana, most things makes me nervous.
I should get rid of some of my TBR books that have been on my shelves for years, but I can’t because I tell myself I will read them one day.
My ideal home would include a cozy reading library with floor to ceiling built in bookcases.
You would not find some of my furniture I have now in my ideal home.
