Monday, November 25, 2013

'The Secret Diary of Sarah Chamberlain' by Sarah Norkus



The Secret Diary of Sarah Chamberlain
by Sarah Norkus

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BLURB:

Fifteen year-old Emily Grace (Em) discovers a secret hiding place under a wooden plank in the attic of an old house in Petersburg owned by the Ladies Benevolent Society. It conceals a 150 year old diary belonging to Sarah Chamberlain, the previous owner of the house. Turning to the last entry, Em’s interest is piqued by the mention of the missing confederate gold and a murder mystery. She slips the diary into the pocket of her capris.

A week later, Em finishes the diary. Emotions well up inside her as she rereads the last page. The diary holds no clues to the location of the gold. But it is clear that Sarah believes that her husband, Robert, was murdered by the guards in charge of the Union prison where he was being held. Tears slide down Em’s cheeks as she thinks about the senseless murder of the man Sarah loved. She slips the diary back in her pocket planning to return it to the attic while helping her mother clean the old house in Petersburg.

While scrubbing black scuffmarks off the kitchen floor in the Petersburg house, Em has an emotional meltdown. She shouts her list of grievances, including Robert’s murder, before God. Em ends her tirade by saying that since God has done nothing to help her or Sarah she doesn’t believe he really exists. Almost immediately, she is overcome with vertigo and passes out.

Slowly regaining consciousness, Em looks around in confusion. The kitchen has been replaced by a nineteenth century parlor.

Read an excerpt:
Em struggled her way back to consciousness. Moving her cheek on the floor, she puzzled at the sensation. Linoleum was supposed to be smooth and hard, not soft. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked at a table leg about a half an inch from her nose. Wiggling on her belly away from the table leg, Em placed her hands flat and prepared to push herself up. Her eyes widened. Her hands were on either side of a large, red rose embroidered into a rug. She jerked in shock, banging her head on the bottom of a wooden table.

“Ouch,” Em said, rubbing the top of her head.

After scooting backward so she wouldn’t hit her head again, Em sat up and looked around the room. Gone were the sink and the shiny, new chrome faucets. Gone, too, were the refrigerator and stove. In fact, the whole kitchen had disappeared, along with the worn linoleum. “That’s no great loss; in fact, that’s the best part of this crazy dream I’m having,” Em thought.

Em’s brows knitted together. She must be dreaming, although she couldn’t remember ever having the sensation of touch in a dream. Her fingers rubbed across the pile of the rug.

On the ledge over the fireplace, which was no longer bricked in, sat a clock. It ticked rhythmically and showed the time to be ten o’clock. To the right of the fireplace was a beautiful needlepoint chair. Two dark wood chairs faced each other, their cushions upholstered in a floral pattern. One rested to the left of the fireplace, the other was next to the doorway. Each chair had a walnut wooden table next to it, with an oil lamp on each. Against the far wall was a settee, the cushion a slightly worn dusty rose. The walls were painted a moss green. The heavy drapes on the windows next to the fireplace matched the settee. Chills ran down Em’s spine. It all looked so real.

Turning around to look behind her, Em saw the antique writing table that had been sent out to be restored. A small dark wooden chair perched between the drawers. Trembling, Em pushed herself up off the floor on shaky legs. She tentatively touched the smooth surface of the writing table.

“Mom!” Em screamed.

A door slammed and Em heard footsteps.

But instead of her mother, the biggest black man she had ever seen filled the doorway. He wore a stained and faded white shirt and calf-length brown work pants. His feet were bare and covered in dirt. His short cropped hair looked like a gray Brillo pad. He held a long-handled, curved knife. Em took a step backward, lost her balance, and fell, hitting her head on the mantle of the fireplace. Pain exploded in her head. She crumpled to the floor.

**My thoughts**

This is the kind of book that I would have eaten up in elementary school and middle school. It is a time travel mystery, taking place during my favorite historical period, the Civil War. I also always dreamed of being lucky enough to come across a diary, hidden somewhere in a house. Actually, anything hidden in an old house, artifacts, hidden passageways, etc., was always a dream. Add to that, a secret wish to go back in time, and Emily is in my dream situation.

Emily has several struggles, though, making her question her faith, while also feeling a strong desire to make things right in the past. Her trip back in time is a gift, a sort of reawakening for her, while sending a good message to the reader, without being overly preachy.

I know I said that this book is one that I would have enjoyed at a much younger age, but I think many adults will also enjoy it.



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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Sarah tells readers that writing is in her blood, literally. Her father was a writer and editor of the horse racing magazine, The Horseman and Fair World. And her cousin, Stephen Ambrose, wrote many historic military books, including Band of Brothers, which became a miniseries on HBO.

Getting a late start, Sarah didn’t pen her first book until she was forty-eight. “I was too busy globe-trotting with my army husband and raising two daughters.” But she is quickly making up for lost time with five manuscripts completed and three published books in the last eight years: the creative non-fiction, The Eleventh Summer, a general fiction, Until The Wind Changes, and a Christian historical fantasy, The Secret Diary Of Sarah Chamberlain. “I tend to be all over the map genre-wise, writing whatever sparks my imagination.”

Sarah is a member of the American Christian Fiction Writers, the National Society Daughters of American Revolution, Toastmasters International and the American Red Cross. She grew up in Lexington, KY, but now resides in Colonial Heights, VA with her retired military officer husband, Michael.

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Friday, November 22, 2013

Happy Release Day! 'Have a Fairy Christmas (Magic Library Series)' by K.B. Miller


It's time! 
Join Holly as she decks the halls and Has a Fairy Christmas!!



Blurb
New Friends, Unicorns, and the Winter Court...

That’s what’s in store this holiday season for Holly Daniels.  Two days before Christmas, she takes a special trip to the mall to see Santa Claus.  He sends her to the library on a quest to find a book that could make her dreams come true.

Since moving to Montana, Holly hasn’t made any new friends.  And, being an only child can be very lonely.  All that could change when Holly meets Dylan, the princess of the Winter Court in the Fairy Realm.  

Christmas fun and Fairy enchantment is on its way in,
Have a Fairy Christmas!


K.B. Miller
K.B. Miller is a wife, mother, author and freelance writer.  She spends her days creating worlds for her fans.  She resides in Pennsylvania with her husband, son, parrot and two puppies.


The second book in The Magic Library Book series, Have a Fairy Christmas is perfect for the kiddies this Christmas!!


To order, Have a Fairy Christmas in print, please visit my website, www.kbmillerbooks.com

Don't forget to check out the first book in the Magic Library Book Series, Uh-oh... We turned our brother into a Zombie?


Available wherever fine ebooks are sold.

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