Book Announcement Novels & Stories

He looked a bit troubled. He slightly shook his head and smiled. “I have something for you.” My eyebrows shot up. Cassius walked towards me and handed me a book. “Here,” The book was thick; it also looked ancient based on its ripped edges on some pages. The hard cover is slightly cracked and the colors are faded. “Thank you, what is it about?” I looked at the strange book. He licked his lip, “It’s a book of angels.” I slowly nodded my head, “Huh,” I shrugged

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The fourth book entered the world in May. Not with ceremony — none of the books entered with ceremony. With the specific quality of a thing that has been ready and is now available. The publisher handled the rest. She attended one conversation with a journalist, answered three questions with the precision the questions deserved, and returned to the practice.

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My name: Anastasia Sanchez. “Oh no!” I grunt. I stare at the screen in disbelief, my mind tottering with questions and fears. Still with trembling fingers, I click its title, my heart pounding ever louder in my chest as I face my fears. As the book’s information loads, my eyes widen in shock, my breath is halted at my throat. There, in bold letters, is the announcement that’s beyond dreading—BONDED II WILL BE WRITTEN BY ANASTASIA (ALONZO) SANCHEZ, A GRADUATING STUDENT FROM ADAMSON UNIVERSITY AS PER AUTHOR AGNESS’ PERMISSION, along with a blurb that makes me wanna pass out.

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

To see my own flaws laid bare on the page, to forgive myself for them as I had learned to forgive others, was a liberation. The book, simply titled The Sanctuary, was published the following autumn. There was no fanfare, no national tour. We did a single reading at the local bookstore, the same one where Arthur bought his medical journals and I now browsed for mysteries. The small space was packed. Agnes from the book club was there, beaming. Betty, the retired teacher, nodded along as I read. My watercolor teacher, Anya, gave me a thumbs-up from the back. Afterward, a young woman approached me, holding a copy of the book tightly to her chest. Her eyes were red-rimmed.

The Inside Account was published on the fourteenth of March. It did not arrive with a ceremony in the house—they had had the book for a month, and the publication date was the date for the world, not for them. Ernest understood this distinction with the same clarity he brought to all the distinctions of the arrangement: the private arrival in February had been the arrival that mattered to Don; the public arrival in March was the arrival that mattered to the publisher, to the readers, to the reviewers, to the booksellers who would stack the copies on tables near the front of the store. The book was already in the house. The book had been in the house for thirty days. The publication date was