Gail's Book Nook

Friday, January 29, 2010

Guest Blogger Patricia Sprinkle Talks about Her New Book

Having renounced killing people in mystery novels for a while, I am excited to announce my first venture into women’s general fiction.

(Isbn 978-0451-22914-4 - $15.00)

is the story of four strong women in Georgia who face individual crises during a summer of dreadful drought, and discover that true strength comes not from independence, but from interdependence.

It tells the story of Billie Waits, a single mom with a disabled child whose support comes from her estranged husband’s checks and the sale of peaches from a small orchard; as the book begins, Porter’s checks stop coming and her peaches freeze. Meanwhile her sister Margaret, an affluent housewife who lives happily in Marietta with her husband, Ben, and two delightful sons, is startled when Ben announces at breakfast that he wants a divorce and is moving out; her son Jason vandalizes a new commercial building and tells the juvenile judge he wants to live with his dad; and Ben informs Margaret they will need to sell her beloved home to pay their debts and have money to live on. The woman who had everything loses it all in a few weeks and is forced to go home to her father’s dairy farm. There Margaret and Billie work in the kitchen canning Bill’s garden produce with Mamie Fountain, an older woman who has been told by her doctor she is dying of congestive heart failure and Emerita Gonzalez, who is in the country illegally and trying to support her sick mother back home.

How these woman resolve their many disagreements and learn they need one another forms the heart of the story.

The book will be also available as an e-book and an audio book. You can pre-order now online or at your local bookstore. I hope you’ll let me know what you think of it.

BIO: Patricia Sprinkle’s roots lie deep in Carolina soil and she has lived most of her adult life in the South. Her best-selling mysteries depict small towns and Southern cities that retain the feel of the Old South while blending in newcomer cultures. Mystery Times declared, “Forming a triumvirate with Anne George and Margaret Maron, Sprinkle adds her powerful voice to the literature of mysteries featuring Southern women.” She has written twenty mysteries and two Southern novels. Carley’s Song was a finalist for the 2002 Christie Award for fiction.Visit the author at

Monday, January 11, 2010


Today, I’m all bundled up with a snuggly housecoat wrapped around me. I have on my red polka dot knee socks with a pair of red, fuzzy bedroom shoes. Still, it’s so frigid I think the heater is broken, until I hear the clicking noise it makes just before it comes on. Ahh, the warm air drifts into the room, and it’s comfortable. It’s my birthday, and my daughter gives me a pretty tee-shirt. The bright colors and sparkling tiny beads that look like chipped crystal on it lift my spirits. I try it on -- a perfect fit. Outside snow and ice cover the deck. Brrrrr, even though I can’t wait to wear my gift, I need to put on a heavy sweater. I lay the piece of clothing aside and dress warmly.

Later, after my daughter leaves I get out the shirt. Considering the weather conditions, I probably need to put it away with my summer clothes until spring. No, I look at it again. I will hang it in my closet where I can see it. Every time I look at it, it will remind me that spring is coming. It will be a sign for me, I tell myself.

That makes me think of all the other signs of spring I will see soon. There will be green leaves pushing their way onto the barren, gray branches that make the trees in my yard look like skeletons. Not long after that the azaleas and dogwood blossoms will break out in glorious clusters. Then, I’ll see daffodils blooming in my neighbors’ yards and wild honeysuckle on the sides of the road. We already have passed the shortest day of the year, December twenty-first, so each tomorrow will bring a little more sunshine. Spring is just around the corner, after all.

Thankful for signs, I begin to think of other signs God has given us. I’ve often heard the old adage, “Red sky in morning, sailors warning; red sky at night, sailors delight.” Then, I see the cross my mother gave to me. It has marks on it that remind me that Jesus suffered and died for my salvation. But I can’t look at it without hope and joy, because it also makes me remember that he rose from the dead. He lives, and he is coming.

Colossians 3: 1 - 4: “Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. When Christ, who is your life, appears, then you also will appear with him in glory.”