Josie, why did you think that taking the role of the martyr would be good for you?Josie: I never thought of it as being good or bad for me. In fact, before all this happened, I never thought of myself as strong. My mother was strong. She kept being a mom and artist until the day the cancer took her. After she died, well Dad was a wreck and my baby brother, Owen, was too young to understand. I guess that’s why I tried to step into Mom’s shoes, look after the guys, all that stuff. Being a martyr wasn’t really a choice, it was more like a necessity, you know?Why did you think that rubbing your mom’s grave would bring you closure?Josie: I didn’t think it’d bring me closure, I wanted it to be an opening. I was forgetting her. Sure, I have pictures still, but all the memories are growing fuzzy. That night, I wanted to make a new memory of her. Maybe I’ve watched one too many ghost hunting shows, but I wanted to feel her spirit when I rubbed her grave. Does that make sense?Do you really believe your mom is finally gone?Josie: She is, I know it because I don’t dream about her anymore. Ever since Memorial Day when I honored her last wish and buried her strange puzzle box above her grave. She’s gone. It leaves my insides feeling hollow and raw.How did it feel to finally understand that your friends were always on your side?Josie: I spent so much time after Mom died trying to act like I was okay, but I wasn’t. I’m still not completely okay, if you want to know the truth. But, all this time, I thought my friends believed my act. This year though, I found out they never bought my act. They always saw the real me, loved the real Josie. It’s pretty incredible to be loved for who you really are, secrets, scars and all. Like everyone, I suppose, my friends make me stronger than I actually am.
Book details:
Title: Four Rubbings, The Stone Witch Society Book 1
Genre: young adult gothic thriller
Publisher: Booktrope Publishing
Synopsis:
Halloween.
The night the barrier between the dead and the living is as thin as
muslin. Fourteen-year old Josie, haunted by the death of her mother, leads her
best friends to an ancient cemetery to rub graves. Convinced she will come away
with proof of her mother’s spirit at last, the evening takes an unexpected turn
as the teens gravitate four ways into the haunted grounds.
Set against the backdrop of the rainy Pacific Northwest, four graves
will be rubbed, touching off a series of events that will rattle their once mundane
lives. From the lonely World War II hero to an accused witch, the people buried
beneath the stones have stories that need an ending.
The journey to unravel the mysteries leaves the friends wondering if
the graves would’ve been better off left alone.
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About the author:
Encouraged by her mother-in-law, Elizabeth A.
Hotes, who told her to create something and share it with others, Jennifer
writes and illustrates to keep her memory alive.To date, Jennifer’s favorite medium is pen and ink, but she also loves to paint a wall or canvas.
Her works have been featured at benefit art auctions, adorned the walls of public spaces, graced homes and enhanced books with vibrant covers and internal illustrations.
Four Rubbings is Jennifer’s first novel, though she’s busy writing the second book in the Stone Witch Series presently. Four Rubbings is great for readers that enjoyed the Harry Potter series, and has been a fun book club pick across the country. The author loves Skyping into book clubs, so email her and ask – she may just surprise you with a cyber-visit!
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