How on earth did people get married to people they’d only known for a couple of years? Let alone a couple of years only as an adult? How could you fully love someone without having shared their life for as long as Adam and I had?”
Hey gang – in honor of the one-year anniversary, I started a contest on Goodreads for Life After Joe and would love for you to enter a free copy! Of course, if you can’t wait, you can always go ahead and buy a copy.😉
So, I’ve been a member of NetGalley for about four months now and have enjoyed (for the most part) the books I’ve received. One recent highlight came in the form of Results May Vary, by Bethany Chase. I couldn’t remember why I downloaded it (usually, I choose books for one of two categories: research for an upcoming book or fun smut), but for the first time in awhile, it was good to go into a novel without knowing too much.
And, in the spirit of not giving too much away, I’ll let you know the premise (which you can find online, this is not some sort of huge spoiler). A man and woman have been together since they were in high school and married for years. When the husband has an affair with a man, all kinds of everything unravels.
There are soooooo many things that are well done in this book. The characters themselves are some of the most honest I’ve ever come across — they literally jump off the page with realistic actions, dialogue, and imperfections. They are well-rounded human beings with emotional arcs and unique quirks. A story of an affair has certainly been done before, but this version of it feels new. The heartbreak is still present, as are any number of other questions — some of which are answered, some of which are not. Furthermore, Ms. Chase has an absolutely beautiful way with language.
As someone who has been married for a wee while (13 years, not to mention the year or so and change we were together before then), there were all sorts of passages that leapt out to me. Here’s one particularly memorable one:
You might learn that he hates bleu cheese, but you weren’t there the night he got annihilatingly sick on buffalo wings, and you didn’t spend the hours from one to four A.M. slumped against the wall outside the bathroom because he was sure he was going to die and you didn’t want to leave him alone with his paranoia and his bacteria. Patrick might have known that Adam’s father had had a heart attack, but he hadn’t seen his face when he got the news. Hadn’t held him, and felt him trembling. Hadn’t heard the words he mumbled into my hair the night Theodore was upgraded out of critical condition: “I don’t know what would happen to me without him.”
Patrick might have fucked my husband, but he didn’t know him.
And yet. He knew things I didn’t. Things I didn’t understand, because Adam had refused to explain them to me.
While I have not done so yet, I would absolutely pick up another book by this author. I believe the novel will be released on August 9th, and if you are in the market for a smart contemporary story, I highly recommend picking up a copy of Results May Vary.
Thank you to both the publisher and NetGalley for granting me access to this title.
Well, here we are. Life After Joe is exactly one-year-old today. To start, what I wouldn’t do to go back and talk to Courtney in July 2015… No, I don’t think you understand the limits I would go to correct the path I was on… The things I would warn her of and the plans I would put in place. As you’re probably aware, my books are all on a bit of an imposed ‘time out’ from Amazon at the moment. While I hit some big milestones at the start of my adventure with Joe, I’ve been extremely hands off for nearly half the time the book has been out. And I should feel worse about that fact, but as this is the eighth book I’ve released, my attitude has morphed into kind of a ‘just go do your thing book, I don’t have the energy to make sure you figure things out.’ This, by the way, is an absolutely terrible way to go about marketing a book.
Should you want to help celebrate the birthday of Joe, it is available to buy here and for a free preview, here.
There’s some little milestones out there that make me think this year wasn’t a total disaster:
Even though it’s not perfect (sensing a theme here, are we?), I did finally release a hard copy of Joe (and yes, this is the first time I’ve announced it).
The reviews are for the most part…quite good. I’m rocking 4.0 on Goodreads and a 4.3 on Amazon (both out of 5 stars).
What hopes do I have for Year 2? Sadly, not that many. If I get control back of the book (in February 2017), I would like to do another free listing on Amazon. More than anything, I want to KENP pages back. I was starting to do quite well before the rug was yanked out from under me. My optimistic self (as of February 16, 2016) thought all these pages read would generate some great word of mouth and reviews.
So, today is a bit melancholy. I know there are other things I’ve done since July 2015, things I can be very proud of, but I’m not going to lie and say I’m rather disappointed from where I thought I would be with my book.
They had said stupid things. They had kept secrets, nurtured grudges, blown upon the embers of regret. They had worshipped a variety of gods or no god at all. They had awakened in the night to the sound of rain. They had apologized. They had attended various ceremonies. They had explained the history of themselves to psychologists, priests, lovers, and strangers in bars. They had, at unexpected moments, experienced bolts of joy so unalloyed, so untethered to events, that they seemed to come from above; they had longed to be known and, sometimes, almost were.
Somehow, in a moment of pure ‘duh’ I realized what my cover was missing — the Union Jack! I’m much happier with the look of this, but it’s still not 100%. I mean, these covers are something I could live with, but am not completely happy with (although I realize now that I want to move the title up so it matches with the red bar in the Union Jack).
Your thoughts and comments are always welcome! I’m trying to somehow interest my potential reader, but also convey this is a steampunk/gaslamp/Victorian style story. I know, tall order.