Another stop on Avery Olive’s Blog Tour…brought to you by ME! Check out her blog for details on her exciting Contest! www.averyolive.blogspot.com
I asked her a few random questions and asked her to give us a snippet of her YA novel A Stiff Kiss!
Enjoy & Comment!
Jenn: Which side (or secondary) character was your favorite in this novel and why?
Avery: I feel like I’m cheating by choosing Landon, since he’s a secondary character but pretty much has equal face-time as Xylia, the main. He’s got a bit of growth in the novel. And I like that he realizes there is more to life than what he had original planned for, and he’s willing to embrace it.
But in the interest of being fair–I’m going to choose Mr. Cambel. He’s one of the many patients on the geriatrics ward that Xylia visits. He loves poetry, and being read to, and it was fun to think of all the poetry the two would read, and finding the ones that match the tone of the novel perfectly. Mr. Cambel also allowed Xylia to express her feelings through words—giving her a voice, even if she didn’t realize it.
Jenn: What is your favorite line or paragraph in this novel?
Avery: Now this is a tough one, but… For some reason I see this ending up on a T-shirt J
“Some people collect stamps, baseball cards, or go to war monuments. I like to visit cemeteries, go to funerals, and see the occasional dead body in the morgue. I don’t really see what’s wrong with that.”
Jenn: What are you working on now?
Avery: It’s a secret? Okay, that’s no fun. I’m actually working on a sequel—no, not to A Stiff Kiss, but I haven’t ruled that out yet J—to a novel I finished a few months ago. I was ready to start something new, only these characters just begged me to continue their story. I let my mind, and the voices tell me what to write, so if it’s a sequel or something completely new, I go with it. Forcing the writing has never worked for me. And, I’ll eventually get to all the other idea’s that are floating around my head, and that fill tons of notebooks.
Avery Olive is proudly Canadian. She is married and has one child. When she’s not helping raise her very energetic and inquisitive son, she can be found working on her latest novel–where she devilishly adds U’s into every word she can.
When she is looking for a break Avery enjoys cake decorating, losing herself in a good book, or heading out to the lake to go camping. The release of Avery’s first novel proves to her it won’t be the last. As long as her family continues to be supportive, she can find the time, and people want to read, Avery vows to keep on writing.
Avery Olive’s Blog : www.averyolive.blogspot.com
A Stiff Kiss Facebook Fan Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/A-Stiff-Kiss/255522414458899
Tomorrow’s blog stop: Thursday March 22nd – Juliana Haygert http://www.julianahaygert.com/blognews/
A Stiff Kiss Novel Excerpt:
No way should I be in the morgue. If I’m caught, I’ll lose my job. My dad will probably get fired, too. He’s been warned to keep me out of here.
The walls are lined with thick, square doors, clearly marked with numbers. I stop in front of the one I want. In the middle of that wall, at waist height, is number twelve. Beyond the door, lying on a sliding metal table, is the body of Landon Phoenix.
I’ve always had a crush on Landon, ever since freshman year when his family moved to Silver Springs. I’ve watched him grow into his looks, no longer a gangly boy with braces. And I’ve longed to hear my name roll off his tongue in that deep voice of his. To press my lips against his as he holds me in a tight embrace. To share the same air as him.
Though now, all those things are impossible. Except one. I can pull open the door, slide the table out, and at least for a moment I can share the same air, even if his lungs can no longer pull in that air.
I hesitate, my hand on the handle. Besides my mother, this will be the only other person who’s died that I’ve really known. The others have just been people, random ones at that. The guy from the grocery store who jumped off Whibley Bridge into the icy waters below, the occasional patient of mine who’d succumbed to old age, and many, many others. But this is personal. This is someone I’d known. Or at least, someone I’d held secretly in my heart.
But I need to say goodbye.
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