About WHILE HE WAS AWAY:One year--he'll be gone for one year and then we'll be together again and everything will be back to the way it should be.
The day David left, I felt like my heart was breaking. Sure, any long-distance relationship is tough, but David was going to war--to fight, to protect, to put his life in danger. We can get through this, though. We'll talk, we'll email, we won't let anything come between us.
I can be an army girlfriend for one year. But will my sweet, soulful, funny David be the same person when he comes home? Will I? And what if he doesn't come home at all?...
OLD COVER
My thoughts on cover: I love black and white covers! There's just something about them that I adore and the pink fonts are so cool! I admit, I would pick this one up in a bookstore rather the old cover.ABOUT THE AUTHOR:.
GUEST POST by author Karen Schreck! INSPIRATION
While He Was Away Walmart-Exclusive Cover
Reveal
and How Inspiration Can Come From Anywhere:
Even a Trip to the Grocery
Store and a Handful of Long-Lost Photographs
By Karen Schreck
I sometimes wonder
what my mother would say if she knew that her story—one of the saddest,
sweetest love stories I’ve ever heard—was retold in a new way in my young adult
novel, While He Was Away.
Now Sourcebooks
Fire is sharing the story yet again, in a second, exclusive edition, released nation-wide
at Walmart. The fact that Sourcebooks
believed enough in While He Was Away
to bring it to life the first time felt like a much-needed confirmation of
years of hard work. The fact that they
are standing behind my book again in this way . . . well, it feels like a
miracle. I’m truly grateful.
I wonder what my
mother would say to this incredible news? I like to think she would be grateful
too. I like to think she would be
happy. She wanted her story heard after
all. So much so that it was one of the
last things she told me, just before she died.
One rainy night
when I was fourteen, right before cancer left her to ill to talk, let alone
drive a car, my mother said, “Come with me.
We’re going shopping.” We drove
to the little local market and wandered up and down the aisles, as she threw in
a can of tuna, some dishwashing soap, and other little things we didn’t
need. We paid for these little things. She looked anxious and tired, still she
hadn’t said a thing; we hadn’t spoken a word.
It was only when
we were parked in our driveway again that my mother said, “I was married once
before when I was very young. He died a
hero in WWII.”
And that was
that. Soon after, she died.
I thought about my
mother’s mysterious love story for many years.
I talked to relatives, found long-lost photographs. The story took seed in me. It flowered into a novel about a young women
whose boyfriend leaves for the Iraq War.
In her loneliness, she seeks out a grandmother she’s never met, whose
first husband died in WWII. She seeks
out a character inspired by mother.
A late night
drive, a few words spoken in the dark.
Even things as simple as this can inspire a novel.






















That post left me speechless, it's just so beautiful. Also, that new cover is so gorgeous.
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