This is a pretty fascinating discussion at 20%. I love the literary mystery aspect of the story, 11%. Was Damian a good name choice? Isn’t that a little loaded? I feel like you’re hitting me over the head with it. Okay, you only need to state once about Ashley. The title certainly piques the curiosity. Here's' the review I got:Ī striking cover but almost a little too spare. I was so excited to open my email that day, just knowing I'd have something I could proudly display all over the interwebs to show what a world-class author I was. I've entered it in three contests so far, two of which, Writer's Digest and Booklife, give professional critiques to all entrants. When I decided to start entering writing contests, Primogénito was the first book I wanted to put out there. Some people find it a little too slow at the beginning and others are turned off by its dark themes, but general consensus seems to be that it's a decent book. No one really hated it, but only a select few gushed over it the way I'd hoped. So I published Primogénito and reviews began to trickle in from readers and book bloggers. I assumed everyone else would love it because I assumed everyone else kept their feels in the same place I keep mine. A primary concern of mine in writing it was to hit myself in my own feels, so to speak. Primogénito doesn't exactly qualify as navel-gazing, but it is none-the-less a very personal work. Now that I've put a couple of years distance between me and those two books, I can look at them more objectively and see that Amelia's Children has more mainstream appeal. Readers, on the other hand, seem to flock to Amelia's Children while avoiding Primogénito like the plague.

It's deeper, darker, and richer in detail. Primogénito just plays on my heartstrings more than Amelia's Children does. Of my first two books, Amelia's Children and Primogénito, I openly admit to having a favorite. That doesn't stop it from hurting though. The Arrow Garden is a delicately-wrought tale of truth, selfhood, and acceptance, which transcends time in its lyrical exploration of what it means to live.You expect to get a few critical reviews when you put a book out into the world. To visit the past or the future, even in imagination, is to change it. Setting out on a hike to a mountain village shrine, away from the charred city, she begins a life to which she is not sure she is entitled, a life which feels like living on the other side of the sky. In wartime Tokyo, Tanaka Mie finds herself wandering the burned-out ruins of her dead parents' fire-bombed home with only hazy recollections of how she survived. When lonely and socially isolated translator, Gareth, takes up traditional Japanese archery in 1990s Bristol, he learns that to study Kyudo is to reach out, to another culture, another time, other people… But when one of them reaches back, two lives that should never have touched become strangely entangled.

Road to Yesterday by Greta Cribbs