Today begins a special Pre-Order & Gift week for the upcoming release of
Caroline Starr Rose’s BLUE BIRDS (Putnam, March 10, 2014)!!
Caroline’s gorgeous new novel, BLUE BIRDS, is a
historical written in verse is about a girl named Alis in 1587, fresh off the
boat from England in the new and strange land of America in Virginia. As the only girl in the colony, Alis is lonely and missing her friend back home, but she's fascinated by this beautiful new world so different from cold, dirty London. While exploring the woods, she meets Kimi, a girl from the Roanoke tribe.
Together they slowly forge a friendship, but that friendship is forbidden and
fraught with potential sorrow.
So today I'm talking about the powerful blessing friendship can be.
I met my first best friend in Kindergarten. Her name
was Starr and we instantly hit it off. (Caroline Starr Rose is the second Starr I've ever known in my life and she and I instantly hit it off, too.)
Childhood friend, Starr, and I spent
practically every waking moment together. We were inseparable.
One of the things we both had a passion for was a love
of books. We both read ferociously. In fact, the first picture taken of us in
Kindergarten is the two of us sitting together, our heads bent over a book. (I wish I knew what
book it was, but alas, the picture keeps this little tidbit a secret).
Starr and I shared books with each other, went to the library together, and laughed and cried over books for the next 8 years. Every afternoon
we were either at my house or her house (although we had to learn how to cross a very busy street), and we spent a great deal of our time together bringing stories alive by dressing up and creating adventures and characters from the worlds
of the books we’d read. (Kind of like dramatic fan fiction loooong before fan-fiction was a term.)
We especially loved The Little House books and pretended
we were living in the Olden Days. During Friday night sleep-overs we talked
endlessly, ate brownie dough raw, squealed when our big brothers teased us and
made fun of our “characters”—while Starr’s father (who was a professional
musician) listened to classical music in the living room and her mother (who
was a Kindergarten teacher) created awesomely cool boards for her classroom
By age 10 we
began to create our own stories. My first official "novel" was authored by the two of us. My favorite books were historicals, contemporary, and magical realism
stories, but for some reason Starr and I wrote a science fiction book about
two girls kidnapped by aliens and taken to the misty world of Venus far across
space. It was full of danger and daring as we hijacked the spacecraft to get back to Earth.
Whenever Starr and I were writing stories we used pen names; our middle
names of Elizabeth and Anne respectively. Of course. Because we loved our middle names more than our first names, and they sounded so much more lush and grown-up.
I’ll never forget the power that reading Harriet the Spy had on me. Starr and I
read that book several times and for many wonderful summer afternoons Starr
and I armed ourselves with our notebooks and proceeded to spy on her family.
She had a wonderful, large backyard with a big weeping willow tree, a play
house, and a big tree-house with a fire station type sliding pole for quick
getaways when *enemies* AKA brothers and sisters came lurking. These various locales - so close to the safety of the back door of the house! - were perfect for surreptitious
eavesdropping.
What followed were many happy years of reading
voraciously and pounding out stories and
“novels” on my father’s typewriter in his garage office.
High school brought lots of changes and,
unfortunately, Starr and I never once had a class together or activity. We
drifted apart due to extracurricular activities and making new friends through
our different churches.
College and marriage took me out of state from where
I grew up in the Bay Area. I haven’t seen or corresponded with Starr in over 30
years. I attended my 20th high school reunion hoping to reunite with her there,
but she did not attend and nobody seemed to know how to contact her. But I
fondly remember the power of our friendship, our closeness, our loyalty—and the
power of books and writing that welded us together.
I’ve had close friendships since my childhood days,
but none that have been as close or as strong (not counting my husband!) as the one with Starr. Would
I be the writer I am today without our live-action fan fiction, story-writing and endless imagining?
I think I would be a writer because the
desire to create my own published work was borne deep within me at a very
early age. But I think Starr gave me the courage to begin, to not hold back, to try. With Starr, I believed that the
magic was real. Because it was so much less scary and overwhelming to dream together, to brainstorm together, and to put those ideas down on paper together. It was a true gift of our friendship.
Thank
you, Starr, wherever you are.
***This post is part of a week-long celebration
in honor of the book, Blue
Birds. Author Caroline Starr Rose is giving away a
downloadable PDF of this beautiful Blue
Birds quote (created by Annie Barnett of Be Small Studios) for anyone who
pre-orders the book from January 12-19. Simply click through to order from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Books A Million, IndieBound, or Powell's, then email a
copy of your receipt to caroline@carolinestarrrose.com by Monday, January 19.
PDFs will be sent out January 20.***
Isn't this quote beautiful all framed?
"How ordinary life is without a bit of fancy--without a pinch of daring to fill our days."
Caroline Starr Rose
Quote from BLUE BIRDS
Tell us about your childhood friendships, adult friendships (oh, where would I be without my writer friends around the country?!) and pre-order BLUE BIRDS this week!
xo,
Kimberley
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