For those of you who have read my book, I have a question. Many of you wrote, “I could not put it down” somewhere in their review.
So, my question is, what was it about the story that made it hard to put down? Of the first 25 reviews on Amazon, 20 had that phrase in their remarks. I am curious, as a first-time author, why you felt that way.
My goal was to captivate my reader and bring them into my eight-year-old world. I wanted the reader to feel what I was experiencing. Maybe that’s what made the book compelling to many of the readers. Or maybe, the reader wanted to see how I made it home under such harrowing circumstances.
What would you have done in my place? How do you think you would have handled any one of the circumstances I wrote about? What surprised you the most? If you had to ask me one question, what would it be? Which story stuck with you after you were done reading the book? I believe this book would be a great Book Club read.
Some readers have asked me about my mother and how she felt when she realized we were taken. What happened to Bob? Then there was, why did he take you? I received a lot of questions regarding my last name and why I kept it.
I’m happy to answer all of your questions if you contact me by visiting my website,
veronicaslaughter.com or email me at Vslaughterdc@gmail.com .
I’m sincerely interested in any feedback I can get from you. It will benefit me for my next book; your comments give me food for thought. I’ve started an outline for my follow up book. I haven’t settled on a title yet, but I’ll let you know as soon as I do. The new book will bring me full circle to where I am today.
Here I sit, once again, at my dining room table here on Maui, typing away as thoughts pour out of me. The difference today is when I look up from my laptop, I see banana trees, red cardinals flying about, bright blue skies, and the never-ending ocean as oppose to the pink grandeur of the Santa Rosa mountains in Indian Wells. I’ve traveled a long road to arrive where I am now. I’m on a new journey. A journey filled with joy and happiness.
I confess, I’d give up everything for one more day with my sweet mother, Valorie, Vance, and Vincent. To look into their eyes, and tell them how much I love them. I did my best to stay true to our story as I remembered it. Vincent and I talked about our childhood quite a bit before he passed away in 2013. That last month with my baby brother was the impetus I needed to finally put our four lost years on paper. It was a story worth telling.