*Promo Post* Bone Meal for Roses by Miranda Sherry

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About Bone Meal for Roses:

Poppy was six years old when she was rescued from her abusive mother and taken to her grandparents’ farm to recover.

There, in the Breede Valley, where arid South African scrub exists alongside vineyards and fruit orchards, Poppy succumbs to the magic of their garden. Slowly, her memories fade and her wounds begin to heal.

But as Poppy grows up into a strange, fierce and beautiful young woman, her childhood memories start to surface. And then a love affair with a married carpenter across the valley explodes her world.

This is a lush, lyrical novel about a young girl’s struggle to come to terms with her past. It’s a coming-of-age tale with an edge, and a love story with a serving of strange…

Guest Post – Book Magic

Books have been around for ages. Pretty much as far back as people have been communicating with one another. Even before the printing press was invented, humans have found a way to share their thoughts by scratching on stone or painting on papyrus. Considering this, and the fact that there are so many of them, we often forget just how astonishing books actually are. They’re powerful in a way that in entirely unique.

OK, I know I’m starting to sound a little unhinged, here, but bear with me. Just think about this: all books, every single one, contains just 26 little letters rearranged in multiple different ways, but every time this happens, entirely new worlds are created. In the simple act of turning a page, a reader can be anyone, anywhere.

You can navigate through strange cities, fall in love a thousand times, get lost in fetid jungles, or hike to the top of mountains where the air is too thin to breathe. I’m constantly thrilled by the wonder of this, and, as a writer myself, by the astonishing fact that something that I thought up inside my crazy little head can actually become an environment for someone else, someone I’ve never met, possibly reading the book from a comfy armchair on the other side of the world, to wander through.

Readers and writers, therefore, are connected. Without ever needing to meet, a bond is formed the moment that book is picked up, opened and read. Fiction, it seems to me, creates the strangest sort of love affair, one of the best kinds there is: a sharing of hearts and hopes that is unaffected by the boundaries of time and space, economics, politics or gender.

I write a story about a girl in an isolated, almost magical garden in the hidden corner of a valley in Africa, and you can join in her journey as she grows up, falls in love for the first time, discovers her sexuality and her own hidden strengths. If that’s not magic, I’m not sure what is…

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About Miranda Sherry:

Miranda Sherry grew up in Johannesburg in a house filled with books, and has been writing stories since as far back as she can remember. As she grew up, she abandoned her dreams of becoming an author, afraid that it wasn’t a ‘real job’ and that she’d be no good at it anyway.

A few decades, numerous strange jobs (including puppeteer, bartender and musician), she finally drummed up the courage to try, and many manuscripts and rejections later, Black Dog Summer was published by Head of Zeus in 2014. Described by Kirkus as ‘A hauntingly beautiful tale from a writer to watch’, it follows a dysfunctional family struggling to cope with the aftermath of a murder.

Miranda’s second novel, Bone Meal for Roses, was released in September 2016.

Miranda currently lives in Johannesburg with the love of her life (who’s name is Grant) and two weird cats. She is busy working on her next book.

www.mirandasherry.com.

 

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