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A Community of Tennessee Writers, Readers & Passersby

Bianca Sass

The Mark Left Behind

Ariel Lawhon’s The Frozen River enters the mind of a remarkable 18th-century woman

In her latest novel, The Frozen River, Ariel Lawhon depicts the inner world of Martha Ballard, a real 18th-century American midwife and healer who kept a diary of her extraordinary life. Lawhon will discuss the book at Parnassus Books in Nashville on December 5.

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An Unwilling Vessel

In Erica Waters’ All That Consumes Us, something is rotten in elite academia

In All That Consumes Us, Erica Waters uses the supernatural to critique prestigious colleges’ very real, often elitist obsession with the past. Waters will discuss the book at Parnassus Books in Nashville on October 18.

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The Granddaughters of Witches You Weren’t Able to Burn

Young women use magic to achieve vigilante justice

Erica Waters’ second novel, The River Has Teeth, tells the story of one girl’s search for her missing older sister and a witch’s quest to hide the monster she believes is responsible for the disappearance. Waters will appear at the online 2021 Southern Festival of Books.

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A New Kind of Homecoming

A woman returns to Memphis and her painful past in Learning to Speak Southern

In her second novel, Learning to Speak Southern, Lindsey Rogers Cook tells the story of a globe-trotting woman forced to come home to Memphis, where she must confront her family’s complicated past, as well as the rage she feels toward the South.

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Trapped in the Dusk

Erica Waters’ Ghost Wood Song is a suspenseful story about grief, bravery, and growing up

In Nashville writer Erica Waters’ debut novel, Ghost Wood Song, a riveting coming-of-age thriller, Shady Grove sets out on a quest to unearth her family’s most sinister secrets so that she can finally lay the past to rest and protect the ones still living. Waters will appear at the 2020 Southern Festival of Books, held online October 1-11.

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Throwing Scissors

When safety feels like suffocation

Maybe, like my mother, I am not as afraid of fear as I thought. Because, right now, every part of me wants a storm I can stand before.

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