My latest pre-pub. book is The Long Journey Home by the mother of the author Running With Scissors. I thought the title of Running With Scissors terribly clever; I mean, who hasn’t been told not to run with scissors? As a minimum, walk with the blade pointing down so if you do fall you won’t impale yourself.
Both stories are tragic and Running With Scissors is extremely graphic. It’s just that Running With Scissors author, Aususten Burroughs manages to be amusing and tragically light hearted in the midst of his bizarrely sad, painful life. And did I mention, extremely graphic!? In contrast, The Long Journey Home is a book full of excuses, of never taking responsibility for tragic wrong doing and was simply self justifying-ly boring. Running With Scissors doesn’t end at that happy place of peace and victory. But it is well written.