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Niven makes some memorable moonspun magic in her rich fiction debut. - Publishers Weekly (starred review)


Author William Styron once said, “There’s only one person a writer should pay any attention to. It’s not any damn critic. It’s the reader.”

It’s easy to forget, sitting at your desk for hours and hours and hours every day, just why you ever wanted to write a book in the first place. There are many times a week when I wish I worked at the mall or at the drugstore on the corner, someplace with a very clear and firm beginning time and quitting time that hopefully wouldn’t leave me so mentally/emotionally/physically drained at the end of each day. (Which is not to say, of course, that this can’t happen when working at the mall or the drugstore.)

Earlier this summer, I dragged myself away from my desk and my computer and my piles of spy research and maps and binders and index cards and the general bubble of 1944 France (the setting of my latest book project) in which I seem to live these days, and flew off to New Orleans, where I was scheduled to appear at the ALA (American Library Association) Annual Conference and Exhibit. Now, I say “dragged,” but don’t get me wrong: it was an honor to be invited, and I was thrilled to be included. But when I left, I was at that grueling, brain-deadening, veins open, bleeding onto the table, I haven’t changed my outfit in three days, who are you, who am I, when did I last eat/sleep/wash my hair, what happened to my life period in the book, and I was worried about being any good to anyone at ALA since I could barely remember my own name. I mean I have been right there beside Velva Jean, living in this book.

But of all the many, many book events I’ve been to since I started writing professionally thirteen years ago, ALA ended up being one of favorites and, on countless levels, it was well worth washing my hair and changing my outfit for. First of all, it was in New Orleans, a city I love. Actually, make that LOVE. And second of all, I got to appear on a Southern Writers Panel with five amazing authors—John Hart (The King of Lies, Iron House), Kathleen Kent (The Heretic’s Daughter, The Traitor’s Wife), Pat MacEnulty (Wait Until Tomorrow), Tayari Jones (Silver Sparrow), and Kevin Wilson (The Family Fang). We rocked that panel, if I say so myself, and afterward we just signed and signed and signed those books.

I also did a signing beforehand, and this was the very best part of the entire weekend. Better than beignets at Café de Monde or a stroll through Jackson Square (one of my favorite places on this earth), better than the sounds of jazz playing throughout the Quarter on a lively Friday afternoon, better than the two-story Anthropologie that was literally a block from my hotel. Signing books for librarians and educators is a dream because they love to read! And they love books! And they are doing so much for so many people to encourage them to read and love books (in spite of libraries everywhere being forced to close their doors, but more on that in a later blog)! In my travels as a writer, I hear too often how people “just don’t read” or “just don’t have time to read,” as if this is something to be proud of. But being at ALA is a writer’s dream.

The very, very best thing about the signing, though, was meeting a young woman who came all the way from Georgia and stood in line for half an hour before I arrived, just so she could be first to meet me. She told me that Velva Jean changed her life. She said she was in an abusive marriage for several years (even though she’s nearly as young as Velva Jean was when she left Harley), and that her mother gave her a copy of Velva Jean Learns to Drive and told her she needed to read it. She not only read it, she took it to heart, and she said that Velva Jean and I gave her the courage and strength to get out of that marriage and into her own yellow truck, headed to her own Nashville. Now she, like Velva Jean, is in her “flying” stage. She said, “I just had to come here to tell you what you and Velva Jean have done for me. Velva Jean is my hero.”

John Updike once said, “When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but toward a vague spot a little to the east of Kansas. I think of the books on the library shelves, without their jackets, years old, and a countryish teenage boy finding them, and having them speak to him. The reviews, the stacks in Brentano’s, are just hurdles to get over, to place the books on that shelf.”

I can’t tell you what that young woman’s words meant to me. That particular meeting and moment were probably the most meaningful of all the meaningful meetings and moments I’ve experienced with the book, and there have been many. I will never forget it or her. That was a great and important thing to take away with me as I settled back in to my desk and my work and my regular writing outfit and the long, long hours of writing and rewriting and editing that lay ahead.  And it's a great and important thing to remember now in the midst of my book tour for my latest published book, Velva Jean Learns to Fly.  Moments like those, and readers like her, are one of the reasons I write. They are, perhaps, the best reason. And it is so good to be reminded of that.


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Jennifer, I'm so glad I


I'm so glad I stopped by to read your blog post today. I am a teacher of exceptional students (middle school aged.) I was feeling so very discouraged today, faced with students who have low reading levels, who dislike reading and writing.

I believe that if I were granted a couple of wishes, the first one would be that I could infuse my students with a passion for reading and writing. My heart aches when I see them reject a really terrific book after a couple of pages and turn back to the some other less challenging activity, like napping.

I want them to feel fired up enough about a book to actually write a letter to an author, or to blog about the book. 

I won't give up trying to share my passion for reading a good book, and you won't give up on writing. Somewhere down the road, another person may take the time to tell us how much we changed their life.


PS: I am going to read your book- it sounds like my kind of story.

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Thank you!


First of all, I'm so glad you stopped by to read my blog as well.  And secondly, but most important, thank you for all the work you are doing.  I'm sure you are making an impact on your students and a difference in their lives in ways that you can't begin to see or anticipate right now.  I so understand the discouragement, and my heart goes out both to you and to those students who would rather nap than read.  I actually met a young woman at a book event last year who said my book was the first book she'd ever read.  The first book!  And she was in her twenties.  I was both honored and stunned. 

Please don't give up trying to share your passion.  I promise not to give up on writing.  Perhaps I can be of help to you in your class?  You could make an assignment out of writing to me, and I promise to respond to each of the students.  Or perhaps I could write to them and they could write me back-- whatever might help them become engaged.  Just let me know.



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speaking to a reader

'having them speak to him.' ah, yes..I need to emblazon these words on the wall in front of my computer..writing so that the words on the screen 'speak' to a reader...and I do have a reader in mind.


thanks so much for the post.

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speaking to a reader

I have emblazoned them myself-- both in front of my computer and in my mind.  Such a good thing to remember!  And I'm glad you can relate.