June 02, 2023

Pillars by Claire Theriot Mestepey

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the PILLARS by Claire Theriot Mestepey Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

About The Book:

Title: PILLARS (Madeline's Magic #1)

Author: Claire Theriot Mestepey

Pub. Date: February 3, 2022

Publisher: Claire Theriot Mestepey

Formats: Hardcover, Paperback, eBook

Pages: 488

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Madeline Jourdain is starting a new life in New Orleans, Louisiana. Despite being paralyzed from the waist down, she has always been popular and smart, recently graduating from college. She has been blessed with adoring parents and friends who saw Madeline’s true self, beyond her disability. But deep down, Madeline longed for something she never knew she missed. With a touch of a welcoming hand, Madeline’s heart opens to find true love. With an opening of a book, Madeline discovers the magic lying dormant in her, as magic is reintroduced throughout the world. This fills Madeline’s heart with more possibilities but also more danger than she could ever have imagined. With help from witches, storm giants, and a Pixie named Charlie, Madeline learns about true love, magic, and even dragons.

 

Chapter 1 

Madeline Jourdain has recently moved from her hometown, Houston, Texas, to New Orleans, Louisiana,  for a paid Internship at a new art gallery. Not in her wildest dreams could she have imagined starting  such a fantastic position at the young age of 22, a week after graduating with a liberal arts degree. 

The last few weeks are a blur. Madeline, of course, received a standing ovation at graduation. She felt  beet red, humiliated. In a wheelchair, you receive applauds for the dumbest stuff. The only way she got  through it was to lock eyes with Jane Summers, who was sitting behind her parents, as instructed. This  gave Madeline the courage to smile at the well-meaning but patronizing crowd. Her parents received  her beaming smile as a sign of excitement. No one ever suspected that the reason she looked so giggly  was that Jane was standing up behind her parents, rolling her eyes, doing a mock golf clap. No one on  earth will ever understand Madeline Jourdain better as she winked at Jane, and their eyes kissed. 

Madeline Jourdain knew she should be more gracious about these things. It had been a long road  getting here from being an abandoned baby found in the back parking lot in a church in a tiny town in  Louisiana. The small parish priest, Peter’s oldest and dearest friend, asked if he and his wife would foster  this abandoned baby. That was that. Her adopted father, Peter, although she never thought of him that  way, says she was their serendipitous angel. And even if she was born on the other side of the world,  they would have found their daughter. Madeline has never considered searching for her birth parents.  Not even for a second, Linda Vu Jourdain, adopted mother sent from heaven, was her mama.  

Linda was a very loving but stern mother. Yet, she had a dry wit that could send Madeline into hysterical  laughter. She was fiercely protective, never allowing Madeline to be treated differently, even though her  daughter was in a wheelchair. And to Peter’s dismay, Linda and Madeline bonded over food and  shopping, as often as schedules would allow. These Mother and daughter dates fizzled out during the  high school years. Still, they made a strong comeback during Madeline’s college career.  

Bed, Bath, and Beyond, kind of their jam. Linda has taken her on a shopping spree for the last four years  before moving Madeline into her dorms. The move to New Orleans should have felt routine, but  somehow this felt bigger, not just because college was downtown and her Internship was in a different  state. Something was pulling Madeline East.  

Luckily the Internship came with a furnished apartment. Caravanning two cars from Houston to New  Orleans was a simple move. Mostly clothes, kitchen stuff, and art supplies. And no one ever knew that  Madeline played sad songs for the entire drive down I-10, sobbing. Knowing that this moved ended a  chapter that did not have a happily ever after.  

The apartment was a smudge bigger than her dorm room but felt like a palace to Madeline. It had three  rooms counting the kitchen and the bathroom/closet combo. The main area was about 700 square feet,  cute rugs defined the kitchen and living area. A futon faced a tiny tv that looked 15 years old. Linda made Madeline promise to make her bed every night, including fresh linen. Peter smirked, knowing this  was unlikely, but a mother could dream. The broken brick walls made the tiny, very ordinary efficiency  apartment feel magical. The front door opened into a small courtyard.  

For a second, Madeline dreaded trying to get into the bathroom in her wheelchair, even though her  employer guaranteed everything she needed would be accessible. Because it did help on at least a spiritual level, Madeline held her breath as she rolled into the small but oddly large bathroom.  Somehow her wheels did not even come close to touching the doorframe.  

Peter inspected every inch of the apartment, frowning at the number of deadbolts on the door, knowing  his daughter would lose interest after one or two clicks. He immediately researched getting an alarm.  Madeline smiled and nodded, knowing this was one battle she should not even express an opinion on.  

Madeline twirled in her new apartment, giggling like she was drunk the second Peter and Linda left. Of  course, her folks wanted to stay longer, to help her really settle in. She somehow convinced them to  return in a month when they all could enjoy the city. Madeline said she had to get to work immediately,  and on their next visit, her mom could take her shopping for bathroom stuff. This seemed to appeased  mom, a little more than it should have.  

To ease the guilt of sending her parents home early, Madeline would go into the gallery in the morning  for a few hours just to soak in the vibe. Then she sort of had a week off, and Jane and Steven were  coming up for a few days the minute Peter and Linda headed back to Houston. Madeline was just glad  she was not stuck in a 6-hour car ride with neither the departing nor the arriving visitors. Even though  they were her four most favorite people in the universe, they were most enjoyable when separated. 

Madeline Claire Jourdain is 22 years old. Her birthday is celebrated on October 22nd. The priest found  her when she was a few days old, and since she was four, Madeline has persuaded her dad, Peter, into  celebrating her birth week, in case they were off by a few days.  

Peter and Linda headed to Louisiana the day after Father Michael called to pick up their baby girl. It was  truly textbook, love at first sight. Father Michael had warned that the baby looked to have special  needs. And for the past 24 hours, that is all the couple could talk about. Could they love and support a  child with a disability? Would that be all that they saw when they looked at the baby? 

The second that Father Michael put baby Madeline in Linda’s arms, their world changed. Linda could not  stop smiling, and Peter kissed her tiny fingers a hundred times. And that was that.  

For the next 5 years, Peter, Linda, and Madeline visited 20 doctors and specialists in four countries. They  also visited different historic churches and supposedly sacred places where miracles had taken place.  Somewhere in a dusty album, there is a picture of young Madeline in a wheelchair at the Marian shrine  of Our Lady of Lourdes in France. In front of a row of crutches, the cured had left. This was the only  family picture ever taken that made Madeline extremely sad. 

Doctors spoke in different accents and speeds. Some expressed empathy, too many were blunt and  dismissive. One even suggested Madeline was just extremely lazy and stubborn. Well, ok, he was half  right…  

Overall, the consensus was the same; besides being paralyzed from the waist down, Madeline was one  of the healthiest kids they had ever seen. But even with the hundreds of scans, MRI’s, blood tests, and x rays from a million different positions, no one could explain why she could not walk.  

On Madeline’s 7th birthday, she received the best gift ever. Her parents promised her that aside from  wellness checkups, they were done. She was their perfect miracle, as is, no questions asked. And for a  very long time, this fairy tale kept away her demons late at night.

There was a knock on the door early the next morning; luckily, Madeline had been awake for hours. She  did not sleep well on her first night in her new apartment in her new city. Her lack of rem sleep was a  mixture of nervousness, really weird dreams, and maybe she missed her mom, oh the horrors! 

“Hey Madeline,” The light knocked at the door came with a familiar voice. “It’s Danny Boudreaux, from  NL Foundation.” She rushed to the door, cursing the 4 locked deadbolts that her father stood outside,  impatiently waiting to hear the clicks before they headed back to Houston the night before. 

“Finally, we meet in person.” Madeline opened the door and was pleasantly surprised. She had been  talking to Danny almost every day for the last few months. He oversaw the foundation that hired her to  open the new art gallery. He was instrumental in finding her apartment and mentioned he looked  forward to having a new neighbor. She knew he was also part owner in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant  across the street from her new home. He, however, neglected to mention how gorgeous he was.  Looking back, this may have been a very good thing.  

“Umm, you knew I was in a wheelchair, right?” Madeline suddenly felt self-conscious. Why was this man  staring at her? Like almost stalker-like? At least most of her boxes were still packed. Steven and Jane  could help her make a quick exit back to Houston if needed.  

“No,” Danny started backtracking, which restored the cuteness and safety factor.  

Madeline grinned again. He was leaning against the tiny bar that separated the kitchen from the living  area. Although she didn’t focus on his voice during the hundreds of phone calls over the last month,  Madeline quickly found a new appreciation for it. His voice was deep but friendly. Which kind of  matched his three-piece suit. She really didn’t know what to expect.  

It made sense that he was wearing a suit since Danny was an attorney and board member of the NL  Foundation that hired her. He just sounded less business-like on the phone. He stood about 5’11. It was  a strange knack that Madeline had; she was very accurate in telling people’s height. Probably because  she had always felt short in her wheelchair. 

Danny Boudreaux had salt and peppered hair, a little premature for his age, maybe late twenties, but it  fit him. His eyes were hazel, and his skin more olive than white. He probably went to the gym as an  obligation, not as a fun outing. He was just very attractive physically, and his warm personality added to  his charm. 

“No. Yes… What I meant was,” Danny grinned from embarrassment. “Did I mention I’m an eloquent  speaker in court? I apologize; yes, I knew you were in a wheelchair. You are not what I envisioned during  our conversations, you’re stunning. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I blurted that out.” 

“Coffee?” Madeline offered, breaking the awkward silence, feeling herself blush. Luckily the coffee  maker was the only thing unpacked and ready for duty. 

“Coffee.” And except for one more very unexpected moment later that week, they immediately talked  like they knew each other all their lives. There was something about him that felt like home.  

Danny finished his 2nd cup of coffee, apologizing for the 4th time that he had to be in court most of the  day, ruining his “Welcome to New Orleans tour extravaganza.” But he did offer to be Madeline’s personal tour guide that weekend. Madeline debated sharing him with Jane but figured she owed her  after what Jane is currently doing and figured it might make her less grumpy. Danny seemed pleased  that there would be a group and promised a good time would be had by all. Madeline was less certain,  but stranger things have happened. 

On a piece of paper, Danny jotted down directions to the art gallery, which was only three blocks away,  and the alarm code. And handed her a set of keys. They laughed as they felt a spark. Madeline usually  hated static electricity sparks… 

She tried to hide how pleased she was as she closed the apartment door behind her. The two left the  quaint courtyard together but parted ways at the main street. Danny now rushing, not realizing where  the morning had gone. 

Madeline didn’t remember anything about her swift roll from her apartment to the gallery, but she will  always remember every detail of the new art space. The building itself was an old house, outside kept to  the original structure as much as possible. Three sides of the house untouched except for replacement  bricks. The fourth updated to look more like a modern business. The front had two huge windows on  each side, double doors in the middle, made from cypress wood, with colored broken mosaic stain glass  as panels. Three steps led up to the door, and a side ramp lined with flowers led to the same entrance. 

Madeline didn’t think she had been in front of the store that long, but when the 4th stranger walking by  asked if she needed help, Madeline forced herself to go in. The lock felt a little stuck, but as Madeline  turned the key, both doors swung open, as if a light breeze pushed them. 

Besides the somewhat accessible path, this looked like a scene from extreme hoarders. The peaks of the  stacks of treasures, trash, and junk towered over Madeline’s head, And for the first time, she wondered  if she should have asked for hazardous pay. She looked around and started playing eye spy. Just off the  top of her head, she spotted two bikes, four TVs, stoves, broken furniture, books, paintings, some in one  piece, others not so much, clothes, jewelry, and boxes and boxes of general crap. 

“Hey Danny,” Madeline left a message, knowing he was doing lawyerly things, trying to sound firm. “The  outside looks spectacular, but unless our first exhibit is ‘1960s junkyard’, I really don’t see a finish line  within our three-month target date. Please call me asap. Hope you’re having a good day.” She smiled at  the phone as if he could see her. 

“Hope you’re having a good day?” Madeline mumbled to herself, what the hell? That kind of nulls and voids the urgency of the message, dummy. 

Madeline felt completely turned around, somewhere towards the back, mentally sifting through another  mountain of stuff when she heard an alarm beep announcing that someone had come in. 

“Hello,” She began her introduction speech she had been rehearsing in her head for a week. “ Welcome  to the Phyllis L Art Gallery. Please excuse the mess…” her voice trailed off. 

“Hi.” He said softly as if asking for permission. He was an athletic-looking guy in khaki shorts and a  purple polo shirt, in his mid-twenties. Too pretty and cocky for boyfriend material, unless you were into  that. Madeline certainly wasn’t, anymore. 

“Hi,” Madeline whispered, with sadness in her voice; her heart was a different matter. He bent to his  knees to kiss her. Madeline tried to resist but giggled as she gave in. “Jane is going to kill me, but I did  find her a new distraction,” Steven laughed and kissed her forehead as he stood up, now looking at the  space in disbelief.  

“Muffaletta. Let the food fetish weekend begin.” Jane suddenly appeared, as if magically. Madeline  didn’t hear the door open. Steven jumped away from Madeline as if he was a 5-year-old who got caught  putting gum in the hair of the girl he loves. “Oh damnit, Madds. You promised.”  

“He was just saying hello.” Madeline was trying not to grin because Jane seemed genuinely irritated, and  Madeline really wanted a Muffaletta. “I promised that he wouldn’t get to third base. Besides, what is  the proper way to greet your ex-boyfriend?” 

“I’m pretty sure Emily Post would strongly suggest… No. Tongue.” Jane was hiding her smirk behind the  big bag of food she was laying out over a picnic tablecloth on the floor in one of the clearings. 

“Do I get a vote…” Steven asked, knowing what the answer was. 

“Nope.” The girls sang in sync. Madeline laughed until Jane joined in. Finally greeting her best friend  with a kiss on the cheek. 

Jane was Madeline’s most favorite person on earth. They met freshman year on the first day of  orientation and have not gone 48 hours without talking since. They met Steven on the 2nd day of  orientation, so of course, they still tease after 5 years that Steven was the third wheel. And to some  extent, it was true. 

Jane Summers was a gorgeous girl. A little too gorgeous for Madeline’s taste, but we all have our own  cross to bear. To Jane’s absolute disgust, Madeline frequently referred to her as a Greek goddess. With  perfect cream skin, green eyes, graceful, and long spirally red hair, how else would anyone describe her  besides the Greek goddess? To add insult to injury, she was very smart. A month ago, Jane finished  culinary school after getting her B.A. in three years. They really should not be friends at all.  

“Can we just have a really fun weekend?” Madeline asked, raising a can of soda. Trying to shake the  feeling that this would be the last weekend the threesome could be together, pretending they were  sophomores when things were still pure. 

“Cheers.” Jane winked at Madeline and leaned into Steven’s arm. 

“Cheers,” Steven added. “Hey, Madds said she found you a shining new plaything.” “Ooh, do tell.” Jane smiled. “Is he cute?” 

“Oh my god, I’d definitely tap that,” Madeline admitted. 

“Hey!?!?” Steven screamed, almost choking on his sandwich.  

“He is gorgeous.” Madeline continued, ignoring Steven’s outburst. “And he owns a restaurant. You may  flirt with him, but no hokey pokey until I’m hired permanently, then you have my blessings.” 

“Hey!?!?” Steven screamed again, this time louder and with more feelings. Madeline and Jane burst into  uncontrollable laughter.

The quick lunch lasted far into the night. They did discuss Danny a little more, but it was just nice to have  a long, flowing conversation like they used to, before things got complicated, before words broke  hearts. They talked about almost everything from Steven starting his Master’s Program in the fall in  Atlanta to Jane’s plans now that she just finished culinary school. They mostly enjoyed watching  Madeline trying to roll around the gallery, pointing out her ideas for projects she could not wait to start.  

The next morning, Danny appeared at Madeline’s door with coffee and fresh beignets.  

“Hey, you must be Danny. “ Jane opened the door and invited him in. “Have you met Steven?  Madeline’s boyfriend?” She giggled, her signal to Madeline that Danny would do just fine. 

“I’m so getting to third base; your bodyguard just approved,” Steven whispered in Madeline’s ear before  getting up from a sleeping bag to shake Danny’s hand. Madeline felt embarrassed, but she wasn’t sure  about whom or why. 

And so began a wonderful weekend. A little warm for late June, but the low clouds tamed the sun to a  pleasant temperature. It was interesting to Madeline that even though her dad was born in a small town  west of New Orleans, they rarely visited this amazing city. Everything Danny introduced them to was  fresh and wonderful.  

Of course, the three were obsessed with the food equally as the next meal seemed better than the last  fabulous one. For lunch, they ate at Oceana. Danny called it a local favorite; no one argued. Everyone  ordered a different entrée and shared bites. The winner with an overwhelming clean plate was the  blackened duck stuffed with crawfish. 

After the amazing lunch, the foursome wandered around the French Quarter, just enjoying the relaxing  day. Steven loved the architecture, Jane stopped to read every menu, and Madeline had to stare into  the window of every gallery, making mental notes of what she needed. 

But indisputably, the favorite outing Saturday was Preservation Hall. In all the churches in the world that  Madeline had visited, she had never felt a stronger presence of a higher being than here.  

Preservation Hall was a small space. Maybe held 150 people, most of them sitting on the floor. Danny  had gotten them a VIP table, but Madeline would have been just as happy on the floor. The hall featured  local old school jazz bands. The youngest musician in the band they saw was 75 years young. 

Maybe it was the candles or the old brick building that looked like it had survived hundreds of fads and  was still standing, almost as is after decades of change. Opened in 1961, the music venue features  acoustic concerts featuring over 100 local master jazz musicians.  

Madeline was surprised as tears ran down her cheek when the crowd was brought to their feet as the  band played “When The Saints Go Marching In.” She looked around her, finding unexpected comfort  that the other three had tears too. 

Madeline promised herself that she would return to Preservation Hall as much as she could. A tiny part  of her worried it would get old. But in all the years she would live in the city, she went at least once a  month, Usually for their Sunday brunch. And never once did it feel old.  

After this spiritual event, the four agreed the only way to end the night was drinking and dancing,  celebrating the true essence of the French Quarters. And that they did. 

“Oh, damn,” Danny mumbled as the four stepped out of the third bar of the night. “I didn’t see this text.  My grandfather is short-staffed tonight. I should go help close up. Will y’all join me for brunch there  tomorrow? I saved the best for last.” 

“That sounds fantastic.” Madeline nodded as Steven shook his hand, thanking him for the day. 

“Can I tag along?” Jane offered, dying to see the restaurant Danny had been telling her about. Madeline  giggled, wondering what Jane was more excited about, getting her hands on a kitchen or Danny. The  group said their goodbyes, and Jane and Danny disappeared into the crowd on Bourbon Street. 

“We should go get coffee and Beignets,” Steven suggested. Madeline suddenly felt nervous. They once  bonded over coffee. They decided they were best friends over coffee. Steven confessed he was madly in  love with her over coffee. And two years later, Steven confessed something else, again over coffee.  

“Stupid coffee,” Madeline muttered under her breath as they were seated at Café Du Monde. She had  been here a few times on family trips, but the night had a different feel to the airy restaurant, tables,  and people packed in like sardines, even after midnight.  

They ordered six Beignets, square-looking doughnuts that tasted better than any pastry should. 

“So.” Steven started. Madeline bribed herself. If she could get through this conversation without either  bursting into tears or stabbing him, preferably in the penis. Then, she could buy an insanely expensive  brush Monday. 

“So…” Madeline’s devilish grin hid the tears she felt swelling. 

“Excuse me,” Their moment was interrupted by two ladies. “We hate to bother you, but we’d be so  honored if you could say a blessing; my mother just got into a car accident. And she would be in awe if  she was blessed by a direct descendant.” 

“I’m…” Madeline didn’t see this conversation. “I’m sorry, I’m from Houston, but I certainly will keep her  in my prayers.” The words just came out. Madeline didn’t want to sound mean, but this was bizarre. 

“We are so sorry; please accept our apologies. Have a good evening.” The other lady said, now kind of  bowing. They both insisted on shaking Madeline’s hand. This was beyond weird as the last one cuffed  her hand for what felt like an eternity. The two backed away and disappeared into the crowd. 

“Ok, they did drink too many Hurricanes.” Madeline tried to laugh it off, feeling very uneasy. Now very  annoyed that Steven seemed glued to a card that one of the ladies must have left on the table.  “Steven!” Madeline hissed. Holding the card up so she could see it, he looked directly at her with a very  strange expression. 

It was a laminated card, 2x3. On the front, one of those old-timey portraits, the back, a paragraph. It  looked like a Saint’s card from the Catholic Church. 

“You have her cheeks.” He continued to study the picture. “And her eyes. Look, Madeline.” 

“And we are extremely drunk.” Madeline flat out lied. Madeline had maybe a total of half a drink the  entire day. Between her new co-worker and her ex-boyfriend, she wanted to keep a clear head. Steven  did have a drink or two but wasn’t even tipsy. Madeline took the card from Steven, ignoring the picture  and the shiver that ran up her spine the second she touched the paper. 

“Listen to this crap.” Madeline read the back of the card. “I seek protection and sound my alarm, my  body, mind, and spirit be safe from harm. My aura a shield to help me stay strong. I block negativity and  all that is wrong. Blah blah blah. WHAT!?!?”  

“That paragraph is written in French.” Steven leaning towards Madeline, angrily whispered. “You do not  speak French! You speak English, Vietnamese, and a little bit of Spanish. NOT French! How the hell are  you reading this?” 

“This is NOT in French.” Madeline tried not to raise her voice. How in the world was this turning into a  fight? Madeline wondered as she felt her blood boiling. Worse playful fight and excuse for makeup sex  ever! 

“Come on.” Steven said forcefully, “I texted Jane. She’s going to meet us back at the apartment.” He got  up and left, hoping Madeline would follow. He knew her. She would have stubbornly sat at that table at  Café Du Monde until she could prove she was right, or at least less wrong than Steven. Madeline  followed against her better judgment. At least Jane would bitch Steven out for the strange game he was  playing, And Madeline would win. And everything would be fine.


About Claire Theriot Mestepey:

Whimsy Word Search Game Ups the Fun Level of Word Searches

Whimsy Word Search has launched a new style of game that triples the fun with its genius mix of color and word search.

Claire Theriot Mestepey’s love affair with word games and word searches has been going on for as long as she can remember. Then about a few years ago, Claire had a novel idea to create a book that combined both coloring and word searches in one game. She immediately got to work to ensure this idea came into fruition. After a lot of trials and mostly errors, Whimsy Word Search was born.

Whimsy Word Search debuted with two never-seen-before puzzle styles: normal and pictogram. The normal Whimsy Word Search is a prettier and more colorful take on the regular word search, but the difference is that it allows one to color each letter in the words they find.

As for the pictogram style, Claire has her husband to thank for the idea. “My husband suggested there might be a way to make these puzzles even more challenging. Why use simple letters when you can challenge your puzzle lovers with pictograms? So have each pictogram represent a letter and then find the connecting pictograms that form the words. Hence Whimsy Word Search, Pictogram Style was created.”

As the owner and creator of the Whimsy Word Search, Claire is in charge of the entire process. “I do everything from coming up with the ideas for different books to creating the pages to publishing the books.” It is particularly noteworthy that Claire does all this even with a severe physical disability. “What gives my story of a strong woman trying to build a business while raising a happy family a twist, is that I have cerebral palsy.”

Nonetheless, Claire shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. “Recently we have added American Sign Language too. My latest book is Shakespearean Insults, which features letters from guttersnipe to roundtable wench! These words and insults work in a pinch! It’s probably my favorite book word search that I have created to date.”

Claire also added a new feather to her cap when she and her work were featured in the Texas County Reporter. An experience she is most thankful for.

Claire also finished her first full-length novel recently, Pillars, which is about a heroine in wheelchair who uses her magic powers to combat evil. The novel is set to be part of a trilogy that chronicles the epic battles between good and evil. Claire is currently writing the second novel, while a detailed outline of the third novel is already penned down.

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6/2/2023

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6/6/2023

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6/8/2023

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6/12/2023

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6/19/2023

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6/23/2023

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6/26/2023

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6/27/2023

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May 31, 2023

Lolo Weaver Swims Upstream by Polly Farquhar

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the LOLO WEAVER SWIMS UPSTREAM by Polly Farquhar Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

About The Book:

Title: LOLO WEAVER SWIMS UPSTREAM

Author: Polly Farquhar

Pub. Date: April 25, 2023

Publisher: Holiday House

Formats: Hardcover, eBook

Pages: 240

Find it: Goodreadshttps://books2read.com/LOLO-WEAVER-SWIMS-UPSTREAM

"Not since Ramona Quimby has a character marched right out of a book with so much bravado, humor, and heart."--Barbara O'Connor, New York Times bestselling author of Wish

A headstrong girl’s quest to steal back her family’s dog goes awry in this humorous and compassionate novel.

Lolo is stuck in summer school with a teacher who is out to get her while her family is still reeling from her grandfather’s death. Even his dog is mourning, howling outside all night and every night. Finally, lovable old Hank is sent to a farm across the lake that takes foster dogs.

And it’s all Lolo’s fault. 

Lolo knows she has to get Hank back. In a tippy canoe, Lolo crosses the almost-dried-out lake to steal her dog back. But she runs into Noah, a student in her summer school class and Hank's new owner—and he loves Hank as much as she does.

As Lolo’s plan unravels and her uneasy alliance with Noah grows into a friendship, the question of what’s best for Hank becomes muddier. Can Lolo manage to do the right thing—for once? 

Itch author Polly Farquhar returns to Ohio with a tale of a big-hearted girl searching for answers to tough questions in all the wrong places. Fans of Gary Schmidt will love Farquhar’s blend of honesty, humor, and heart.

A Junior Library Guild Gold Standard Selection


Lolo Weaver Swims Upstream

By Polly Farquhar

 

Excerpt for Rockstar Book Tours

 

Excerpt from Lolo Weaver Swims Upstream / Text copyright © 2023 by Polly Farquhar. Reproduced with permission from Holiday House Publishing, Inc. All rights reserved.

 

My name is Lolo Weaver. It’s a nickname. Lolo. The summer school teacher would only call me Willow, which is my official name and the one that gets printed up on the class lists, but when she was going around the room and my friend Eddie, whose given name is Eduardo, said, “Call me Eddie,” she made a note in her grade book and always called him Eddie, even when she scolded him. When she got to me, the very last kid on the list, she called out, “Willow Weaver,” and I said, “It’s Lolo,” and she said, “What kind of name is that?”

Every kid looked at me. Most of the kids were ones I’d known my whole life, and a few were from another school in the district, across the lake. The kids I’d known my whole life didn’t know Lolo was a strange name. I didn’t, either.

The teacher said, “That’s like calling you Low-Low with a W.” She lowered her voice when she said it. Low-Low. “It’s a name with low expectations.”

The teacher’s name was Mrs. Cryer, and I thought maybe her name was exactly right since she’d make all her students cry because she was so mean. Not tough, but mean, because there’s a difference. But I wasn’t brave or stupid enough to say that, though I always wished I had. I might as well have, because I was going to get into other kinds of trouble that summer, anyway.

Because it was summer, the building was mostly empty and mostly quiet, but it still smelled like a school—like glue and pizza, and canned peas and dirty feet. The only difference was the hot summer sunshine that shone in, even when the blinds were closed, and how a person can’t just sit inside a classroom without knowing that everyone else was on summer vacation. We were all there because we were the only ones who hadn’t passed the state test.

At least the lake was closed, and at least that wasn’t my fault.

 

About Polly Farquhar:

Polly Farquhar is the author of Itch. She earned her MFA in Creative Writing from Ohio State University, and her short stories for grown-ups have been published in literary magazines. She is also the recipient of multiple Individual Artist Grants from the Ohio Arts Council. She resides with her husband and daughters in the Columbus, Ohio area. Originally from upstate New York, her favorite place to canoe is the Adirondacks.

 

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