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About the author:
Elizabeth J. Sparrow is a native New Yorker and a graduate of Hunter College and New York University. She rarely writes about what she knows because there’s no fun in that. “Story-telling is about discovery and creating characters that behave willfully despite your earnest efforts to wrangle them into a cohesive narrative.” Her two most compelling literary influences are the prose and poetry of Freddy the Pig and the blessed incantations and benzedrine-infused inspiration of Jack Kerouac.
What inspired you to write your book?
I was inspired by the Goo Goo Dolls song "Not Broken" and some personal experiences.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Prologue
Sunday, May 19, 1968
Location: Sunburst Ranch
San Fernando Valley, California
Ten-year-old E. J. Hatton was not allowed to be on the west side of the ranch house during one of her father’s raucous Hollywood parties. But on this particular night, she wanted to read about the African savanna. She padded barefoot down the hallway, in her pink cotton pajamas with both hands covering her ears to soften the strumming vibrations of the Jefferson Airplane.
Ana, their housekeeper, had left two small lamps aglow in the library lest one of the intoxicated guests wandered in and fell over something. Through the open French doors, a gritty breeze from the Santa Monica Mountains carried the keening wail of a coyote. There on the highest shelf – in a custom built bookcase of deep mahogany with a sliding fourteen-foot ladder – the oversized book beckoned to her. She had been forbidden from climbing past the third rung. Using the reasoning of a precocious child, she assured herself that it was now a year later, and she was an inch taller. Certainly, she could scale its full height without suffering bodily harm. Her bare feet gave her the traction of a wily monkey, and soon, her small hands were clawing at the book’s binding, trying to wrench it free.
The effort stole her attention away from her grip, and her right foot slipped free of the ladder, forcing her to grab onto the shelf with the fingertips of her right hand. This caused the ladder to slide farther away, her left foot going with it. E.J. made the death-defying decision to dangle from the ladder rather than the shelf. For a panicky moment, she wondered if the fall would kill her or merely break some bones.
“What the goddamn hell?” The voice had a distinctive Texas twang, but she couldn’t risk
turning to see who it was.
Thirty seconds later, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her against a
muscular thigh. Set back down on terra firma, E.J. found herself the recipient of an unwanted
lecture.
“What were you thinking, darlin? Don’t you know only monkeys and big cats climb such heights? You could have broken your very pretty neck. And that would be a damn shame for all those little boys, growing up to be big boys, wanting to chase after you!”
“That’s not true. Lots of animals climb trees,” she corrected him.
He was young and familiar looking. In the low light, she couldn’t tell if his light eyes
were as bright as bluebells like her father’s or gray like her Uncle Wade’s. His dark hair appeared to have been attacked by an egg beater, and she liked the way it waved past his ears, down to his shirt collar, just like her father’s.
“Instead of sassing me, you should say, thank you very kindly!”
“Thank you.”
“Reilly…” This second voice emanated from the shadowy area by her father’s desk. A match flared and E.J. saw a luminous woman in a billowy white dress with a wreath of flowers in her blonde hair. She reminded her of Titania in “A Midsummer’s Night Dream”.
“Reilly,” she repeated and took a quick pull of what E.J. knew to be a joint. It made the room smell like a dead skunk. “Have you forgotten about me?”
“How could I forget about you, my darlin?” He returned his attention to E.J. who was not daunted by his stern glint. “Reckon we’re done here. Off to bed with you.”
She stood her ground.
“Well?” This time his exasperation was as apparent as his ignorance about making
children obey.
“I want the book.”
Reilly looked from the pouting blonde to the obstinate child and with an audible huff
climbed back up the ladder, pointing to the object of her desire.
“This one?”
“Yes, please.”
Once the book was in her arms, E.J. remained in place, casting a curious and somewhat disapproving eye toward the Titania look alike and back to Reilly. She had one more question but was cut off by a wagging finger.
“Scoot now!”
“But…”
“Go on.” He spun her around with a firm tap on her backside. “Be a good young’un and mind your elders.”
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