Tag Archive: literary fiction

1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

The Kindness of Strangers is a literary fiction novel about a teenage girl named Sydney, who runs away to escape an abusive home.  Whilst on her own, she must depend on the kindness of strangers to help her out.

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why?

My favorite character would really have to be Irene.  The reason is because she just has that grandmotherly attitude about things.  She’s a take charge kind of personality and goes above and beyond to help a young, desperate girl in need.

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?

The editing.  It’s my downfall.  I couldn’t afford a professional editor and it was difficult – time wise – for me to continuously go back and find/fix my mistakes.  Someday I will fix it!

4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series:

My book is loosely based upon my biological mother’s life (before she had me).

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

I am available on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/pages/J-A-Titus/130151657001202)

6.)   What can we expect from you in the future?

I am currently writing two more books.  My 2nd book, The Last Curl, is available for free (unfinished as I’m still writing it) on my Facebook page.  And the concept for my 3rd book is also posted there; but the chapters will not be available until I’ve published the 2nd book.

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:

He began to think about Sydney and he smiled. She made him so happy. He tried to reason with himself about seriously proposing to her, but the angel on his shoulder kept convincing him now was not the time.

“But what if it’s really love at first sight and we’re meant to be together.” He asked aloud, trying to play devils advocate with himself.

His subconscious answered back with the divorce statistic he had heard on the radio earlier that day. If he was going to get married, it would have to be the real thing and not something to go into lightly. He contemplated what he would say if he really was going to propose, but his head began to hurt, too many decisions.

Hours passed and he had nodded off into a somnolent slumber. When he awoke it was nearly eleven-thirty. Sydney should have been home by then and he really wanted to talk to her, longing to hear her voice. He sat up and reached for the phone, trying to shake off the tired feeling he had. He began to dial her number and just before Sydney picked up, he heard a loud thump come from his mother’s bedroom.

“Let me call you back!” He cried and rushed to his mother’s room. When he opened the door, his mother lay on the floor unresponsive, her face blue and her eyes had rolled into the back of her head.

He lifted her head to his ear and listened carefully to see if she was breathing. Her breath was faint, but it was still there. He lifted her up and brought her into the living room. The phone was ringing and he needed to call 9-1-1 immediately. He laid her on the couch and swiftly answered the phone.

“I’m sorry I have to call 9-1-1.” He explained and immediately hung up, dialing 9-1-1. Foam began to appear in the corners of his mother’s mouth. Her right hand was clenched into a fist.

“Lynn 9-1-1, what’s the address of your emergency?”

1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

 “Kafka’s House”, literary fiction; a book about growing up in Romania of the sixties, and learning how to survive and dream in a closed society

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why?

Silvia, the main character, is my favorite character.  She never gives up her hope – it just doesn’t occur to her that one can quit.

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?

I would try harder to publish first the original English edition; The history of this book is a bit unusual: I wrote it in English, I translated it in Romanian and had the good fortune to have it published by Editura Cavallioti in Romania; then Pixiphoria Publishing House published the digital edition via amazon.com.

4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series: 

While Kafka’s House is pure fiction, it is inspired, to a certain extent, from life, and my childhood in particular.   After it got published in Romania, I read it carefully one more time and was satisfied with it being devoid of any resemblance with actual persons.  But after my mother read it, she came to me and said: “What a nice memoir.  I can tell you who each and every person in this book is.  I recognized everyone.” 

….So much for an author’s ability to fictionalize. 

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

My blog: http://therighttopublish.blogspot.com/

6.)   What can we expect from you in the future?

That’s a tough one.  We’ll see…

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:

I don’t know about tantalizing, but if someone smiles reading this fragment of “Kafka’s House”, I’ll smile along:

“-Listen to this, my friend Duck says.  My own grandfather.  It happened last night.

I am curious.  Her grandfather does all kinds of crazy things. 


 -Last night, Duck says, he comes home late and doesn’t want to wake up grandma.  Because she always scolds him, why did you drink again, and so on.  And he’s hungry, right?  So he looks for food and finds some soup in a pot.  So he starts eating it.  And this morning I hear him telling grandma:

-Ileana, you should’ve boiled that meat in the red pot a little bit more, Ileana, I couldn’t eat a morsel of it, it was that hard to chew!

And grandma says:

-You fool, you drank again last night, didn’t you?

-Who, me? Drank? says grandpa and crosses himself.  So help me God.

-So help you God, ha?  says grandma.  The devil will take charge of your soul as soon as you die, not a second later, because you take God’s name in vain!  So you see, you old fool, how drunk you were, in the red pot I had a dishcloth with which I cleaned the pot, on top of which I added some water.  That water was for the pig slops and that thing you chewed on was the dishcloth, not a piece of meat!

-He tried to eat the dishcloth?!  I ask, and Duck nods to me, shaken with laughter.  We both laugh so hard that our eyes fill with tears.”

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