Showing posts with label Tanya Eby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tanya Eby. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

"In the Garden Room" by Tanya Eby

REVIEW and GIVEAWAY
In the Garden Room
by Tanya Eby


In the Garden Room by Tanya Eby is currently on tour with Reading Addiction Book Tours. The tour stops here today for my review, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


For another book by this author, please check out my blog post on Blunder Woman.

Description
It is Chicago. 1910. Eleven-year-old Lillian March looks over her mother’s dead body with a sense of relief.
As a poor woman, her mother, Cora, never had any real choices or happiness with her life. Cora and Lillian flee to the bustling city of Chicago, where she is certain she will have the life of opulence she deserves.
Cora and Lillian face deep hardships in turn-of-the-century Chicago as Cora’s mind continues its downward spiral. With no money and no hope for income, Cora sells Lillian to The Garden Room, a brothel, where young girls and desperate women are kept like flowers in a jar.
John March comes looking for his daughter and his wife in an attempt to rescue them, but even if he finds them alive, is rescue really possible?
In the Garden Room is an exploration of madness, desire and two women’s choices in a time when they weren’t really allowed to choose.

Excerpt
Cora had it all planned out. It hadn’t taken any effort, really. It unrolled like a rug…one push and it unfurled all on its own. They would escape. She would protect Lillian, the way that she had dreamed of being protected, and she would whisk her away to a safe place. A place where Lillian could grow up and meet a good man who could support her the way she deserved, maybe buying a nice home for Cora too, though Cora wasn’t quite past the courting stage, yet. If she weren’t married. It didn’t matter. This was a moment for a new start. To start the way life should: with possibility.
She took their cherry farm money. All of it. Cora moved with the speed of a crack of lightning. This was her chance, and she intended to take it.
John’s ship had been delayed. He was not dead, of course. Not at the bottom of Lake Michigan, where, secretly, she thought he’d be better off. Happier. He was circling the Upper Peninsula where the fishing was better than expected. By the time he made it home, they’d have been gone long enough for a thin layer of dust to settle over every surface in the house, though he probably wouldn’t even notice.
It was amazing how swiftly one could free oneself. Like throwing open the door to a cage, Cora had escaped, bringing her little bird with her.
They took a train to Ludington, and then boarded the ferry for Chicago.
On the train, Cora sat demurely. She folded her gloved hands in her lap and imagined she was a debutante at a ball. She should have been a debutante. She should have been swathed in white silk and passed from one fine-gloved hand to another. Instead, she was a fisherman’s wife with calluses on her knees. That could stop now. The train shook on the tracks, and Cora felt as if it was shaking off her skin, leaving her exposed and soft as a peeled hardboiled egg. For once, Lillian did not prattle on and on. Her daughter sat in a stunned sort of silence, her eyes hollow. Her shoulders seemed weighted down. She’d get over it soon. Every girl had to leave her father, at some point. Every girl was handed over to someone new and forgotten. That was the way the world worked.
The train hummed, or maybe a song hummed within Cora’s chest. The landscape rushed by in a zoom of color. She closed her eyes to it. When she opened them again, it would be like awakening from a bad dream, and she could start the day over again. Chicago was just a boat ride away. It waited for her.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
"This was a truly great read by Tanya Eby, who is definitely a talented narrator, but this is the first book of hers that I've read. Now I'm going to have to buy the rest! This story gripped me from the first words and completely sucked me in to Lillian and Cora's world. I loved how she switched back and forth between the characters, so we could truly understand the depth of Cora's disfunction, and even begin to empathize with her perspective. It made her, if not likeable, at least more understandable. Eby also managed to paint a vivid picture of small town life and Chicago a century ago, and find the right words and images to bring the setting to life. A talented writer, a unique and beautifully twisted tale, a story that will stay with me a long time." ~ DMJ's Girl
"This wonderfully dark read allows you to travel into the depravity of early Chicago and see how a father and daughter can overcome the trials before them. You quickly learn to despise the mother, and then feel pity for her as the sad creature that she has become. The daughter is the obvious heroine, and you feel every wrong inflicted on her. Her triumph is both satisfying and soul wrenching because of the journey. You will want to read this story front to back, but be prepared to feel dirty and triumphant as you complete the story."~ Patrick L Callahan
"This is a story about survival and hope and how strong the human spirit can be. A dark read for sure, but very powerful, and a page-turner. The author’s great writing and vivid details bring turn-of-the-century Chicago alive; but it was the need to know that these fragile characters would be okay that carried me to the end. And, wow, what an ending!" ~ Kathy S.
"Love, loss, exploitation, mental health, survival, hope. This story is powerful, riveting, heart-breaking, and important. Devastating, but still beautiful." ~ Evan Heird
"... it just blew me away. i like Tunnel Vision but this is leaps and bounds beyond that. i have never read anything so powerful and so dark." ~ Robert Woodward

My Review


By Lynda Dickson
The book begins in December 1910, as Lillian's father, John, rescues her after her mother, Cora, is killed. But what exactly happened? Flashback to Michigan in July 1910, where Cora, disillusioned with her life as a cleaner and wife of a fisherman, is charmed by Zeke into running away to Chicago with the promise of employment in The Garden Room. She drags along her daughter, Lillian, who she regards as undisciplined and only interested in reading the biology books her father brings home. But will Cora ever find the happiness she seeks?
The story is told variously from the points-of-view of Lillian, Cora, Zeke, John, Chester, Mama Mabel, and Buttons, allowing us to get numerous different perspectives. Through her writing, the author masterfully depicts sights, sounds, smells, and tastes, especially when Cora and Lillian first arrive in Chicago. And in her descriptions of the abattoir, you really get a feel for the stench and filth of the place. In an homage to John and Lillian, the writing is full of fishing and insect metaphors, the most constant being Lillian and Cora describing themselves as caterpillars waiting to transform into butterflies. Despite her apparent mental instability, it's difficult to feel sorry for Cora, a woman so desperate to escape her mundane life that she is willing to prostitute her eleven-year-old daughter; as, even though John may be a smelly fisherman, he is a hard-working man, an attentive husband, and a loving father. The narrative is a bit repetitious, and not much actually happens throughout the story, but the quality of the writing more than makes up for it. This is very much a character study. Your heart will ache for Lillian.
Warning: coarse language, sex scenes, drug use, mental illness, violence.

About the Author
Tanya Eby is a writer and an award-winning audiobook narrator. She has published a variety of novels from romantic comedies to mysteries to dark historical pieces. While her writing crosses genres they all share quirky characters and complicated relationships.




Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win an Audible download of any Tanya Eby book or a $20 Amazon gift card.

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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

"Blunder Woman" by Tanya Eby

NEW RELEASE and GIVEAWAY
Blunder Woman
by Tanya Eby


Blunder Woman is the latest release by author and audiobook narrator Tanya Eby. She even narrates her own story in the audiobook version.
This book blitz and giveaway is brought to you by Reading Addiction Book Tours. Please be sure to visit the other participating blogs as well.


Description
Chloe Knaggs is a bit of a nerd, a bit of a klutz, and all Blunder Woman, especially when it comes to love. Take the love of her life, Matt M. - or as she calls him - Mmm. He's her consummate unboyfriend, meaning, they have all the intimacy of a dating couple without any of the intimacy. Confused? So is Chloe. When Matt decides to elope with the very beautiful, svelte Amber, Chloe goes a little bit crazy and takes her hippy mom and best friend Megan right along with her.
Blunder Woman is a hilarious romp with bright characters through a series of misadventures including a derby party gone horribly wrong, a night of drinking Flaming Turtles, and a fundraising event where the biggest blunder of all occurs. Blunder Woman is funny, fresh, and above all real ... in a truly awkward way.
WARNING: Blunder Woman will make you snort out loud so drinking while reading is not recommended.

Excerpt
A Brief (but not brief enough) History About Matt
I met Matt at a group training camp, you know those places to which companies take their awkward employees--employees who don’t get along and work better on their own. So the Company makes everyone go to a weekend long ‘retreat’ which is really a weekend long house-arrest without the little ankle bracelets.
I’ve done these things before.
You have the group leader and you’re locked in a room with your ‘teammates’ (or office workers who usually you have nothing to say to), and then the group leader leads you in an exercise of trust…usually something like falling backwards from a high perch and hoping to God your coworkers catch you. It’s supposed to teach you about trust and the importance of working as a team, but I don’t think it translates at all. During one of these exercises, I actually spend most of the time obsessing about how much I don’t trust my coworkers and how very little I want to fall into their arms. But I digress.
I didn’t want to go to the stupid Employee Esteem Training but I had to. I’d just been hired part-time at the musical society to write grants and organize fundraisers and I had to show that I was part of the team, a real go-getter, a team player. (More on this musical society later. Work is important, but right now I’m talking about the love of my life.) So the team-building thing was mandatory. No go, no job, end of story. So I was very pleased to walk into the Wedgwood Center (a.k.a. The Happy Place) and see a very handsome and very male individual standing in the center of the room, arms open and smiling. Sex appeal came off of him in waves, the way the scent of Axe deodorant pours off high school boys.
I can tell you what he looks like, but it doesn’t do him justice. Descriptions never do, you just end up envisioning a freakish monster with whatever hair and eye color I’ve described and try to think it’s sexy. So instead of saying he was tall and had dirty blonde hair and a wide smile (words that don’t really describe him at all), I’ll say instead that he was a mixture of Jason Bateman of Arrested Development quirkiness, with a Harrison Ford grin, and a body (I imagine) just like an oiled-up man posing in Glamour’s Hot Guy of the Month. This was Matt: sensitive, sexy, warm, sexy, open, funny, sexy, tall, ripped, sexy, and a smile that made me feel like he was looking just at me, even if he was looking at everyone the same way. And he was sexy. Did I say that? Like the kind of guy that should reproduce because, duh, that’s what we’re designed for, right?
I should have known I was in trouble right there. A man you’re attracted to somehow makes your brain stop working. It’s some kind of alien power, I’m sure of it. Attraction equals instant stupidity.
And when he opened his arms and welcomed us, I was ready to do any stupid trust exercise he asked, including the high wire walk between trees, which I did, all the while screaming, “I hate this! I can’t do this! Get me out of this tree!!!” Then I looked down at Matt and felt, somehow, I could do anything. Blammo. He suddenly became my rock, my force, and the new obsession of my life.
Two days later, I called him at his work. I called at 6:30 on a Sunday, certain he wouldn’t be there, and he wasn’t, thank the Gods, so I left a truly awkward message.
“Hi! Matt! This is Chloe!” My voice was so tight and peppy it sounded like I was on helium. “Oh. Chloe from that group you just had, you know, Mozart fundraiser go-go-go! I was the one with the curly shortish reddish hair, the one who talked a lot, the one who screamed ‘FOR GODDSAKES GET ME OUT OF THIS TREE!!!’ Yeah. So I was wondering if you’d like to go out for coffee with me? Scratch that. I don’t drink coffee, but maybe you do. You could get coffee and I could get something else. Tea maybe. Probably hot chocolate. Or maybe just water. And a scone. I like scones. Do you like scones? Yeah. So. I’d like to meet you. For an un-coffee. Okey-dokey? Okay.”
Not only had I actually said “Okey-dokey”, I also hung up without leaving my number. I had to call back and leave another message that I knew he’d get before the previous message so I basically had to repeat the entire thing. It was terrible.
He called me Monday morning.
We had uncoffee on Tuesday. Followed by unlunch (I was too nervous to eat) and an unwalk (we sat on a park bench and talked). I thought, I’ve found him. He’s the One, and leaned in to kiss him. He answered a call on his phone. It was his mom. At the end of our ‘date’ he hugged me to him, told me he loved spending time with me, that I was unlike anyone he’d ever met.
I’d been in love with him ever since.
I’ve loved him for two years. Two years of incredible conversations and ‘undates’. Of having dinner together, and movies, and celebrating each other’s birthday parties. Two years of meeting him for uncoffees and having unsex (meaning elaborate sex fantasies only in my mind), of being at his beck and call. Two years of celebrating holidays not on the holiday, but near it. Of talking about our daily lives on the phone or while curled up watching a movie. And when I stop to think about it, two years of never meeting his friends, never meeting his family, and never, not ever, meeting his penis.
I’ve loved him for two years. Two! I probably love him still. And I hate his guts for that. Really. I do.

Review
Blunder Woman makes made me laugh the same way I did with Bridget Jones and the ladies of Sex and The City ... out loud, even by myself. I found Chloe (the main character) to be well-rounded, vibrant and most of all ... real, as in, every woman does the hilarious things she does in the book. This aspect makes the book even that more relate-able.
Tanya Eby isn't afraid to lay it out there ... crazy things women say with girlfriends, even more crazy things we do for guys and how the 30-something female population thinks about her man, job and family.

About the Author
Tanya Eby is an audiobook narrator and novelist living in Grand Rapids, Michigan, with her tiki-obsessed husband and two quirky kids.
Her work, though genre-crossing, has the same elements of quirky characters in strange situations. At times comedic, at times heartfelt, and even at times downright creepy, Tanya Eby seeks to write stories that are engaging and resonate with the reader.

Giveaway
Enter the shared giveaway for a chance to win some great prizes.

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