Okay, so Wednesday is basically over. I’m not sure what happened there.
This morning I read through the page proof of Deeper, which I enjoyed because (a) I’m picky and like finding more things to pick at, and (b) I’ve never had a designed page proof for a paperback book before, and I kind of wanted to dance around yelling THIS IS MY BOOK, MY BOOK IS COMING, LOOK, LOOK, IT’S MY BOOK, ISN’T IT PRETTY?! I would have done it, too, but there was no one to yell in capital letters at except Kidlet and his babysitter, and I’m afraid of scandalizing the babysitters too much, lest they stop showing up to make my life easier.
Anyway. After I finished the page proof work, something weird happened to the rest of the day. Possibly it exploded. I remember nothing much else until this evening, when Kidlet beat my ass at Crazy Eights twice in a row.
Tomorrow I’m off to the wilds of Wisconsin for a writers’ retreat with several of my Wonkomance friends. Excitement! I’m not sure if I’ll do the Friday giveaway or not. It depends on how lazy I am, and/or how many Horny Cowgirls I am coaxed into drinking.
But I didn’t want to leave without recommending this week’s book, because it’s amazing. Amazing. AMAZING. Here’s the blurb—
An unforgettable romance in an unforgiving time.
They’ll need love and courage to see the dawn.
He’s a hometown native, returning from the war, determined to change the world he’d fought to protect. She’s the girl who’s been his secret friend since childhood, now a beautiful woman. Her war-time letters kept him alive. But he’s black, and she’s white.
In 1946 in Gideon, Texas, their undeniable love might get them both killed.
I bought this because I saw it recommended in the comments at Dear Author as a gorgeous interracial romance, and it is, oh, it is. If you like Spencer’s Morning Glory, read this right now. If you’re interested in interracial romance, likewise. Or beautiful writing, or a childhood-friends-to-lovers, or … anything. I will recommend this one unreservedly. It’s just such a love book — such a beautiful, beautiful love story. I can’t stand it. It’s hard for me to imagine anyone who likes romance not fainting in a dead swoon over The Sleeping Night. It’s one of the top five best romances I’ve ever read. There, I said it.
Oh, and there’s an epistolary thing, too, interwoven with the love story, that makes it all eleventy times more amazing.
I’ve never read Barbara (O’Neal) Samuel before, but now I fully intend to kiss her on the lips if and when I meet her. And if anyone wants to recommend more O’Neal / Samuel to me, I’m all ears.