I've been nervously waiting for several weeks to hear what Kirkus Review would write about my novel. Then when the email came yesterday, I was afraid to open it. But forcing myself to be brave, I clicked on it, and it was very good news. The reviewer didn't use any of those words I was worried about, like "boring," "sappy," "stupid," "icky," or "don't bother with this one."
It was good. And most exciting...the reviewer read the exact book I wrote. He or she got it.
Then another good thing happened on sunshiny Monday.
The proof copy of Intentional came from CreateSpace, and I'm thrilled. It looks better than I expected. IT'S A REAL BOOK! White and Shiny. There were a couple things that I need to fix (like adding a "praise page" using some lines from the Kirkus Review) and putting the Acknowledgements page back in (now how the heck did that get lost).
So I'm hoping for a publishing date of January 30. Crossed fingers. We'll see.
In the meantime, here's the review...
In this novel, a woman’s friends and family deal with the aftermath of her suicide as they try to understand her reasons and their own roles.
The last Lily Cummings hears from her best friend, Dust Steward, is a text message: “I love U. Be.” Be what? Dust (shortened from Dusty) can never tell her, because she shoots herself with her husband’s gun in the fancy bathroom of their home’s luxurious new addition. Lily, 37, together with Dust’s husband, daughter, mother and neighbor, struggles with her grief, confusion and guilt. Dust left no note and had apparently been planning the suicide for some time. Why? A passionate environmentalist, Dust hated the house extension and its enormous carbon footprint—concerns that her husband, Robert, with his conservative political ambitions, dismissed. He also threatened to keep their daughter, Grace, from her if she tried to divorce. Now, he must face up to his role: “I’m not innocent….Everything she believed in, I smacked down. I did it.” With good cause or without, everyone wonders if they could have done more. Dust’s suicide becomes a catalyst for other major life changes elsewhere—a collapsing marriage, rapprochement with a long-gone mother, etc. Throughout this intelligent and perceptive novel, Arbor traces with strength and delicacy the many strands leading up to and away from a suicide. She brings out the textures of people’s lives through their in-jokes and little customs so that readers can feel the web of living connections that Dust was part of and left behind. The childhood friendship between Lily and Dust is shown to be full of the shared fears, hopes and joys that kept them friends into adulthood, which helps define the scope of loss. Though everyone tries to play detective to understand Dust’s suicide, the answers are messy. After Dust’s death, one of her jigsaw puzzles, unfinished, lies gathering dust, the pieces never put together.
A thoughtful, sensitive but never saccharine exploration of what suicide leaves behind.--Kirkus Review