“This quiet gem of a debut novel projects sincerity through its tightly focused vignettes…Paul captures the convincing voice of Dorothy…Paul’s sure grasp of her narrator’s voice and keen observations make both the ordinary and unusual aspects of one childhood shine.”
~ Publisher’s Weekly
“A Girl, In Parts avoids the majority of coming-of-age drama, managing to show there [...]
In the early 1980s in Martinsburg, West Virginia, Dorothy lives with her bar tending mother, her bar-attending stepfather, and her sweetly precocious little brother. Dottie’s nine, plagued by insomnia, asthma, earaches, and bad teeth. She is lonely and insecure, but her intelligence and keen sense of perception enable her to see every vivid detail of [...]
I just had to open the slim volume for a glimpse – two degrees in literature will do that to you – and after falling in love with the first poem, devoured the rest of the collection. LaParne and Paul truly capture both the beauty and heartache that permeated the friendship and lives of two [...]
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Holly Bemiss
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The Susan Rabiner Literary Agency
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To contact the author directly:
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Both gritty and lyrical, The Ghosts of Anne & Sylvia is a winning collection of poetry that pays homage to the friendship and written work of Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath. Amber LaParne and Jasmine Paul present a unique book that showcases poetry as “story,” with each poet’s work complementing the other as well as [...]
Jasmine lives in Oregon with Dan, Floyd & Mini. She’s hoping to adopt a dachshund sooner than later.
Publications
• 2008: The Ghosts of Anne & Sylvia, poetry (iUniverse)
• 2007 – 2008: Eve Magazine (film reviewer)
• 2006: North American Review, “one girl’s winter”
• 2002: A Girl, In Parts, a novel (Counterpoint [...]
This is the year when the walls seem to be made of smoke and every surface moves with the soft, pale crawl of ghosts. I can feel their fingertips rolling under the carpet. The air smells of stale breath, decaying clothes and rich black soil. The cherry tree beside the porch flowers with hands [...]