I just read the best historical novel, y’all. It’s about a sea captain’s wife, Azuba Galloway, in 1860s Nova Scotia who yearns to accompany her husband on his ship, the Traveller–and the amazing and unfathomable events that befall her and her little daughter, Carrie, when she does. (If you read my last post, you now know that I’m not writing about seafaring–or am I? Maybe I’m using reverse psychology…HAHAHAHAHA.)
What makes this such good historical fiction–what do I look for in historical fiction?
I’d love to tell you what I’m reading this week, but then I’d have to kill you. Because it’s for research for my next novel, and if I disclose it, you might figure out what I’m working on. As somebody who like to stay very much behind the curtain until the Big Reveal, I can’t have that, can I?
Okay, I lied a little bit. If you’ve been in a book club I’ve visited recently or an event I’ve spoken at, you know I’ve taken your temperature in terms of whether you like my current idea. I do like to get a sense of how readers will respond by whether there’s an “Oooh” or “Ahhhh” factor, whether people are nodding when I disclose or whether they’re actively falling asleep.