Women’s Fiction Books,
Pressed together on crowded shelves, works of Women’s Fiction can call out all day long, ‘pick me – pick me’ and readers walk on by.
Why does someone who is actually looking for a book to read, walk on by?
Well, one reason might be – and I have said this myself, several times – ‘I know what I am looking for’.
Questions:
- Do I simply know what I am looking for? Well, sometimes, yes, as I might be looking for a specific work by a certain author or specific subject matter that I am researching.
- It is also possible that I am looking for something familiar. A familiar author, genre, period… and, well, Women’s Fiction might not feel familiar enough. I might not know where to start, and after going online and reading a few reviews I think, well no not this time.
Challenge:
(And I do have to challenge myself particularly as I have a large TBR pile)
Read a new work of Women’s Fiction, quite unknown to yourself, a work of Women’s Literary Fiction.
Outcomes:
- I may find the text not to my liking.
- I may find the text unsettling.
- I give myself opportunity to glimpse into another’s mind and there encounter something new – a world beyond my own experience.
This Bouquet is not an arrangement of delicately crafted silk flowers displayed in a decorative pique fleur. Rather, Bouquet displays a rawness in the characters. Each character cut fresh, and without pretense arranged for the reader’s pleasure.
Back Cover Blurb
On some occasions, a single flower is offered and happily received. On other occasions, a bouquet seems more appropriate. A bouquet may have: a flower, or two, which are not your favourites; flowers which, you believe, ought not be included; flowers, whose scent does not blend well; flowers whose position, you feel, is not correct. A flower may even be bruised, past its best, or damaged. The florist, nevertheless, assembled the bouquet this way—life is like this—a bouquet.
Introduction to Bouquet
A storm in the night, The garden a mess. Once delicate and dainty, Flowers left in distress. Bruised and broken, This Bouquet love's token. Doubts arise too heinous to view, Memories are sure to bother you. A search for truth, For freedom to bring forth healing. To a garden in distress, From a storm in the night. Sasha Deane.
In this work of Women’s Fiction, the reclusive author, Sasha Deane, offers handpicked experiences, aesthetically arranged, to preserve ‘her’ life beyond its season. This bouquet, is a finely balanced study of women’s experience, and placed in a position of critical view, demands observer response.
Women’s Fiction: Women’s Studies – ‘Bouquet’ A work of Literary Fiction, by Sasha Deane
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