Precious, by Sandra Novack

A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure of being on stage with Sandra Novack, author of the excellent novel Precious.  Sandy and I are both debut novelists living in GA, so it made sense that the GA Center for the book asked us to do a reading together.  

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After the reading I bought Sandy’s book (of course!) and since then I’ve been reading it every chance I get.  I finally finished the book today, which is both good and bad.  Good because I got to read the wonderfully poetic ending that is–at its heart–a paean to writing and story telling; bad because I no longer get to keep reading the book.

But, gentle readers, my loss is your gain.  Because while I have finished the book–you, perhaps, have not yet read it.  And I, generous soul that I am, would like to give one lucky person a (gently used) copy of Sandy’s book. 

Here’s the deal:

Email me a brief description of someone or something that is precious to you.  Email me at susanrebeccawhite@gmail.com  For your effort, I’ll put a lottery ticket with your name on it in a big hat, and on Friday of this week (May 15th! my sister Lauren’s birthday!) I will draw one of the names and send that person ze book. 

Also, please feel free to post the descriptions of your precious things in the comments section of this blog.  (But to get a lottery ticket you must send me an email.)

And now to whet your appetites for Precious (which, by the way, if you don’t win you can buy at yer local indie bookstore or B&N or Amazon), let me sing its praises:

There are writers out there who are cynical, self-consciously clever, self-satisfied, maudlin… Sandra Novack is not one of them.  Her novel about the Kisch family, told in beautifully crafted language, is elegiac, wise and full of heart.  She tells of people with no easy escape routes, people for whom life is almost never easy and is too often heart breaking.  And yet–in this book–the spirit is tenacious, and again and again there is redemption. Love breaks through.  Life goes on.  The power of story telling redeems us.

Send me details of your precious things…and this wonderful book might be yours!

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3 Responses to Precious, by Sandra Novack

  1. Anonymous May 13, 2009 at 12:08 am #

    your sis told me too!

    Hey Susan!!

    I love your bloginess on here. Marvelous, darling, marvelous! Haha, well, I’m a member on your sis’s “peace, love, and baby ducks” and she requested we visit your fantabulous blog so here I is. :)
    -j

  2. mdeborah May 13, 2009 at 2:42 am #

    precious things

    Some precious things to me…

    of course…husband…kids

    forgiveness…to be capable of receiving it and also giving it.

    honor…trust…if that isn’t there…it’s just not real.

    laughter…love to hear it from my children..and the VERY rare times that I laugh so hard I cry I CHERISH..(I find humor in lots of things but it is usually just a chuckle or sly grin so it’s awesome when a grab my stomach, gasp for air, tears in my eyes laugh comes along)

    SUNSHINE…my bones crave those golden rays (good thing I live in South Florida!)

    my body…I’m finally coming to a point where I am able to appreciate the way it looks, but more importantly the gift of good health in this body is something that I’ll never take for granted.

    creativity…having just recently (this past year) discovered that yes..i do have some in me..I am thrilled to be testing the waters..painting..writing…drawing…

    Um…ok I think I’ll stop here…I could keep going..but I think your instructions said somethign about being “brief” so..there ya go..some precious jewels

    • installer May 14, 2009 at 2:26 pm #

      Re: precious things

      Deb,
      the gift of good health is something I try to remember EVERY DAY, knowing that bodies do, well, deteriorate. I say this and yet I don’t do yoga nearly as much as I should (translation: it’s been 6 months since the last time I took a class), and I still eat too much sugar and drink too much alcohol.

      But then again, sugar in the form of rhubarb crisp (which I had last night) and alcohol in the form of a cold beer on my front porch (ditto last night) are part of life’s pleasures!