I recently had both of my stories produced on audio, and in my opinion the world will want to hear the killer baritone of the guy I hired to voice them. Fortunately, you can do that! I’m on a little audiobook tour for the next couple of weeks, which includes a giveaway folks can sign up for, too. 🙂 Swim on over! The full tour schedule is toward the end if you want to peek: http://dazzledbybooks.com/2018/02/updrift-errin-stevens/
Perhaps the very most fabulous thing about “beach reads” is, well, everything. Going somewhere warm when it’s 20 below? Think of the plethora of bookish escapes that await you! Too caged up in the winter-ness of it all in January? Pick up a beach read! Heading to the lake/ocean/park and need a book?
You know what you want.
Problem is, there really are a gazillion choices out there, and how does one wade through them all? Plus, not everyone’s sensibilities are aligned, so a book that makes one person swoon with joy has another holding her nose and dropping the thing in the nearest trash bin. How to discern?
I recommend triangulation. If you have a book you love, search for others like it, using phrases such as, “books like Outlander” or “novels like In Cold Blood.” You can be more specific, too, by adding the term “inspirational” or “erotic” or “literary” according to your preferences. The reading community is so generous, and you’ll find tons of options, which you can further research before you decide. Another favorite resource of mine is Listopia on Goodreads, which slices and dices genres every which way imaginable. For illustration purposes, here are lists that contain my first book, Updrift: https://www.goodreads.com/list/book/25114259/
Yet for all the dazzling internet tricks out there today vying for your book-buying dollar, the best is still personal recommendation imo. By far. I haven’t always agreed with the staff picks at the stores I frequent, but those selections have always made the choosing process more digestible, and they’ve always led me to something I’ve enjoyed. Book clubs and subscription services can help on this front, too. Hope this helps!
Was asked to provide a personal letter to accompany a book subscription box Updrift was part of recently, and I thought I’d throw it up here for any other interested Updrifters:
Updrift likely began in my girlhood – I’m thinking 1976 – when the mythology of Hans Christian Andersen’s “Little Mermaid” sunk its teeth into me and ate me whole. I honestly wonder at our decision to shelve fairy tales in the children’s section when so many of them are these brutal, brutal tragedies… and “Little Mermaid” is no different. Seriously, read “The Little Match Girl” or “The Red Shoes” at your local library and just try to walk away undevastated!
I remained captivated with TLM’s mythology throughout my twenties, when the story simmered beneath my struggles to finish college, establish myself in a career, run the modern dating gauntlet and try to look breezy and confident during it all, which I did NOT accomplish. A husband and child and three jobs later, I finally sat down to try and make sense of modern life and modern womanhood; and Andersen’s fable helped me write it out. In this sense, Updrift was a way for me to knit up my own coming of age via a kind of corollary post-mortem.
But Updrift is not an autobiography, and neither is it the Little Mermaid retold, although I’d love for you to see a reflection of the original in my book. Can you guess who most closely mimics Andersen’s heroine? When you’ve finished the novel, think back on who was most compelled to abandon friends and family for love, who in the end preferred his own destruction to that of his beloved. It’s twisted, I know, but hopefully in the right way.
Romance is the largest book genre on the planet when measured by public consumption. As in colossal-huge, as in more than 20 percent of a market where the next “big” categories languish in the 6th and 7th percentiles. Romance sells into the billions of dollars each year while its lesser brethren deal in pedestrian millions. We readers seem to love ourselves a love story.
But why? Romance is also the most saturated in terms of offerings – a quick search on Amazon yielded 1,005,777 titles, which is about the number of new books coming out each year across all genres worldwide. And let’s ask the obvious question: after you’ve read eight or nine dozen of these stories, what about them is new or fresh? Who doesn’t know-but-know the heroine’s impossible circumstances will be resolved and the main characters will at some point cozy up? Who can’t count on the HEA as a sure thing? No one, that’s who, yet we’re still riveted. How come?
Critics of the genre have put forth the same rote, dismissive evals for decades… and at this point we have to surmise their criticisms have to do with something other than the actual stories, since discerning readers still choose to read romance novels in droves. Non-discerners are present too, just as they are in all genres; romance’s contingent just looks bigger because… well, it IS bigger. The whole romance pie is bigger.
But I believe romance’s image has more to do with pedigree than its sprawling, amorphous body of work. Its base – its massive, multi-faceted base – is messy, encompassing sweet inspirational and Regency and paranormal and BDSM erotica, subject matters so disparate they probably shouldn’t qualify as a collective. The category includes more readers from more corners of the earth than Croesus had coins, meaning we romancers can’t make any intellectual or ideological claims to purity. We don’t have it. I wrote a humorous piece on this very subject a few years ago, and take a peek if you seek justification for your own reading proclivities.
Writer Jenny Trout also offered a compelling perspective in a recent Huffington Post article, one all of us writing romance should take a moment to ingest. I don’t disagree with her, and if we were having coffee, I like to think we would laugh over the absurd marketing characterizations we writers of the genre get to work under. I mean, targeting “women age 22 to 55” is kind of like hunting “wildlife” in Africa. No disrespect here, but are you looking to bag a crocodile or a gazelle, ‘cause there’s kind of a big difference…
Beyond acknowledging the context in which we write and read, however, we should probably set aside questions of literary integrity and market impact – and let’s be honest: we’re going to anyway. Seriously. These issues, while interesting, change nothing, not our stories, not our drive to write them. They don’t change the appeal of love and intimacy in our narratives; and they sure as hell don’t have any sway when it comes to convincing readers away.
My publisher, Liquid Silver Books, participated in a Kobo event a couple of weeks ago wherein several of us talked about what draws us to romance, and my colleague Susan Vaughn contributed a spot-on response in my opinion. She said any story able to engage another human being is intellectually stimulating, suggested a good romance read draws you into thinking about all kinds of things, including humanity and your own place in it. “It makes you evaluate who you are and what you need and want. It’s like giving your brain a badly needed hug.”
She’s right. And since romance is universal no matter which yardstick you use for measuring, we really do need to put these questions of salience on the shelf. Now off I go to work on that 1,005,778th title…
A writer friend in Atlanta sent me this link, and I found the article fascinating. In this age of online-ness, where we often don’t ever meet the people we rely on professionally, I found this cautionary tale especially salient. The author was nuts, of course, and way, way out line going to the extent she did… but part of me is glad she did it. Maybe the rest of us won’t have to? See what you think: http://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/oct/18/am-i-being-catfished-an-author-confronts-her-number-one-online-critic