Reader of “The Art of Floating” Makes Me Cry During Meeting

So yesterday, while I was sitting in a meeting at my day job, the note below arrived via email. It’s from someone who just read The Art of Floating. And although I’m not known for tearing up during work meetings, yesterday I did. In fact, I was so moved, I could have collapsed into an all-out ugly cry. Thankfully I somehow managed to hold it together, but, oh man, you should have seen my ugly-cry last night. Hearing from readers who read and love this book melts me. Thank you.

Here goes:

Aug 28th, 12:05pm
Dear Kristin, I have never written an author before, although I have read many books that have affected me greatly. Many things I absolutely loved in your story, The Art of Floating. Most especially, the unfailing love between the characters. Husband and wife, mother and daughter, father and daughter. I was encouraged by the respect shown for humanity and nature. My favorite part was when M and Stuart were outside watching the sky in hopes of seeing Sia floating. I loved that after Stuart carried the sleeping M into the house, he went back out into the yard to continue watching for their daughter. Either he loved his wife so much that he supported her even if he did not believe in floating, or he loved his daughter so much that he would do anything to bring her close. Maybe both. You must have a great capacity to love deeply. I long for a relationship like this. Thank you for this gift. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Sob. (ugly cry for happy reasons) Sob.

 

 

Gorgeous Review of THE ART OF FLOATING at New Hampshire Writers’ Network

Bubble_Morgue File FreeI loved giving away two audio editions of THE ART OF FLOATING last week! Lots of fun! Thanks to all for playing!

Last weekend, over at the blog for the New Hampshire Writers’ Network, Jamie Wallace wrote a shining review of THE ART OF FLOATING that has my heart singing. Here she is, talking about FLOATING. (There’s lots more…just click here to read the entire review.)

“It has been a while since a book swept me off my feet.I had forgotten what it feels like to get so lost in a book that time slips away and chores go undone. It’s a lovely feeling. Secret. Intimate. Delicious. The temptation and the anticipation. The savoring and the rationing – how many chapters left? How many pages? I can’t wait to read the next bit, but I don’t want the affair to be over.

“I bought the book on Sunday afternoon and our whirlwind tryst was over by Tuesday night. Four hundred some odd pages devoured in a matter of hours. The story drunk down in stolen sips and unabashed gulps, leaving me intoxicated. For the two weekdays that I was entangled in the book, it was difficult to concentrate on any task – domestic or professional. I sat at the desk in my home office, feigning focus on the screen but really just counting down the minutes until I could find an excuse to sidle up to the dining room table – only a few feet away – and read just one, quick chapter. . . .”

Huzzah!