North of the Tension Line is on the Target website. Would you please give it a four or five star review?
And if you haven’t already done so at Amazon and Barnes and Noble, would you be so kind?
Books that receive good reviews get noticed and re-ordered.
I’d be grateful if you’d bring along a friend, too.
Support your local author!
Some fan letters are particularly meaningful.
I wanted to tell you how much I have enjoyed your first book, although have not yet read the second. It’s always interesting to read something set in a beloved location….although one runs the risk of feeling betrayed. That isn’t the case, here!
I just wanted to tell you that Fiona’s house was owned for a time by my husband’s family, and his Aunt Helen, who was disabled, stayed there for a summer….
I, too, am in exile, south of you in Racine. My family is from the Island, as is my husband’s. The lighthouse on Rock is restored to the time of my great grandfather’s tenure there. My grandmother taught in the Detroit Harbor school and ran Central switchboard for a time. My grandfather was a ferry captain, and my son is the 4th generation in our family to work for the Richters. My mom lives in the home my great grandparents bought after retiring from the lighthouse service, and our cottage is on my husband’s family’s land…over 125 years….
Thank you for bringing the Island to life for others to see, in a way that preserves the spirit and respects the people who live there…and tells a fabulous story. It’s not easy to do all three.
Thank you, Kari.
9am – 5pm
Edgerton High School
200 Elm High Dr.
Edgerton, WI 53534
My official schedule is as follows, and books will be available for purchase:
11:30-Noon Meet and Greet in Gymnasium
12:15-12:45 The Audacity of Goats-Confessions of a Book Club Drop Out. Room 349
1:30-2:00 Meet and Greet in Gymnasium
2:15-2:45 The Audacity of Goats-Confessions of a Book Club Drop Out. Room 349
I will have just left the Island, so come and cheer me up. A raccoon would help.
We had a perfect Fourth of July parade with all the proper small town things.
We had veterans of all ages and kinds of service (whose pictures I don’t have because we were all clapping and cheering for them).
We had the volunteer Fire Department marching in crisp blue dress uniforms. ( For whom we also clapped, but I was not wiping away tears so I was able to take pictures.)
We had the vintage fire trucks.
We had the fire department’s dog.
We had the vintage tractors.
Lots of them.
We had the Giant Pink Metal Pig.
As one does.
We had the Boy Scouts.
We had the horses.
And the goats.
And the politicians with goats.
We had the marching bands.
And the giant shoe.
And, of course, we had the obligatory singing dog.
A splendid time was had by all.