Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Look who WON an eCopy of Lena North's 47 Sweet Street!

Louise loves her life - Nin hates her life
Typical Mother - Daughter Growing Pains?

Congrats and Happy Reading to:

Lisa W

Sheri W

Linda B
47 Sweet Street
by Lena North

My rating: 5 stars

Publication Date: December 20, 2015
Publisher: Flat-out Publishing
Genre: YA/Teen Fiction
Print Length: 60 pages
Available from: Amazon

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Louise loves her life. She married her high school sweetheart, stayed in her small home town, and has what she always wanted - a good life on 47 Sweet Street, with Dan, their daughter Nin and their two big dogs. Except, Nin is going away to college after summer and Louise just can’t seem to find the right words to talk to her daughter anymore. And what about Dan, what if they don’t have anything left to talk about either?

Nin hates her life. College can’t start fast enough, and she’s ready to start her life as an adult, to leave the boring little town and the street with the silliest name in the whole county. Probably in the whole world. Sweet Street – who the heck came up with a name like that? Except, Nin’s nervous about leaving her safe home, and what if her mom and dad won’t understand that she’s so not interested in getting a business degree?

Then Dan has to leave and things take a turn for the worse as the two women struggle to find their way back to each other, or maybe forward together?

The proper way to put it here would probably be to describe how I love to play with our two big dogs, adore my fantastic daughters and how much I love to read.
Another way would be to use my imagination and then I would be a super powerful warrior woman, think Xena the warrior princess (though with less tacky clothes). Or when I think of it, maybe I’m actually more of a Hercule Poirot (sans the suit and moustache). Or maybe I’m like Aragorn, strong and cool and then I might get to meet Gandalf! Or I could be Bella’s pretty cousin and snap Jacob up in a second (yeah, I’m so not team Edward), or wait, maybe I could be like one of them heroines in historical novels who swoon all the time. I’ve always wanted to swoon…
Well, I guess you get how my mind is working (or not working, some say). Anyways, I like to write. Stories, adventures, romantic and happy stuff mixed up with sorrow and hardship, and bit of laughter here and there because the way I see it – life is way too short to go around feeling grumpy.

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47 Sweet StreetI’m a writer and the language I write in is English. But I’m Swedish.

An unusual combination perhaps, and certainly one that triggers a lot of questions, the most common one being; “Why?”

Well, as a writer, I get to step out of my ordinary shoes and into someone else’s life. Then I don’t have to be the responsible grown up, the wife or the mother to two teenage daughters. I’m not rushing through the grocery store, and I’m not walking my dogs on a dark, rainy morning. When I write, I get to pretend that I’m in another world… maybe I’m a former cheerleader who worries about her life? Maybe I’m a teenager in another time, a time where adventure happens? Maybe I’m one of the Vikings? Pretending to be something I’m not is just easier when I do it in another language than my native Swedish.

To my surprise, a question that usually comes quite quickly is; “Do you eat meatballs all the time in Sweden?”

Um, no, we actually don’t. But I have to say – don’t mess with a Swede and his/her meatballs. We all have our special recipe, often inherited through our family, and if we start comparing them then discussions can quickly become quite ugly. Ground pork or beef, or a mix of the two? With potatoes in the batter, or with breadcrumbs? Or *gasp* both? Trust me, it’s probably better to instead discuss politics with a Swede.

Another comment I typically get would be a variation of; “You don’t look very Swedish.”

I’m guessing it refers to the fact that I’m not blonde, unless I involve chemicals, which I admittedly do from time to time. Most Swedes actually don’t have the stereotypical white-blonde hair, but it’s true that we are quite fair, and tall. Though, for reasons unknown to me, they are actually taller than us in Denmark. It’s only by a centimeter or so, but with the neighborly banter going on between the countries – it irks. I did get a petty little revenge on the Danes in my latest short story however, when a dog accidentally pooped on another dog. I named the dogs ‘Swede’ and ‘Dane’… Guess who pooped on whom?

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