From my first book, When Death Comes Stealing, to my latest, The Moon Tells Secrets, members of book clubs have been my best cheerleaders and staunchest supporters. When I wrote that first Tamara Hayle Mystery so many years ago, I didn't know much about book clubs. It was all about the writing then—creating the best book I could, exploring the boundaries of a new and challenging genre, creating characters—and a main character—who had never existed before. On my first book tour—in Dallas as I remember-- I was invited to discuss my book with members of a marvelous book club and a whole new world opened up for me.
How often does one get the chance to sit with a bunch of smart, savvy women over a glass of wine, punch, tea and discuss writing, reading and the books that we all love. There is always food—and it is always terrific. Someone (maybe me when I get some time) should collect and share favorite recipes from book club members. I did a reading recently at a wonderful book club in New York City and we had a fantastic kale salad made by a member named Sondra that none of us could get enough. I'll asked her for the recipe and I'll pass it on as soon as I get it.
The list of book clubs that have supported me is a long one. Members of book clubs have helped me get up when I was down, given me that spark of inspiration when I most needed it, presented me with awards that have touched to my heart. I treasure the awards from the Go-On Girls book clubs, the trips with the Literary Sisters and Avid Readers, and sippin tea—and a bit of champagne—with the lovely Sisters Sippin Tea. I have so many memories—so many good times.
Each and every book club that I have met with has contributed to my growth as a writer. And they all have my love, blessings and gratitude.