Author Archives: Julie Brown

Sex? I Can Do That

“More sex,” he said.

I was having coffee with an old friend, a publicist, who had offered advice on book promotion. I hadn’t expected “sex” to be on the agenda, but he was the expert, so I went with it. And he was, after all, doing me a favor. He even paid for my double-shot, low-fat, half-caff latte.3645aa8d1b7aefecdbdef82a1376f370

I took a sip and licked some foam off my upper lip. “Go on.” Continue reading

Why Writing from Home Won’t Work

You would think that working from home is a writer’s dream. Going into the “office” any time of day, wearing pajamas or sweats (or whatever), sipping coffee or tea (or whatever), locating your workspace anywhere you want, ideally in front of a picture window that looks out over a forest thick with trees and birds and romping deer, as the IMG_0065sun rises (or sets) and one’s imagination runs free and stories spring forth and flow like a river of melting snow . . .

Yeah, right . . . Continue reading

Favorite Books

Whenever I speak to a book club or at an event, somebody usually asks me about my favorite books and authors. Here are a few:

First book that comes to mind is The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Luis Zafon. I almost never read a book more than once, because there are so many great books to read. This one – three times!

Anything by Philippa Gregory – I love historical fiction and the British Royals. Gregory does it like nobody else.

The Girl with Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier – her words flow like beautiful music.

Sara’s Key and The Book Thief – both captivating stories written for YA but crossed over into the adult market because they are compelling and well-written.

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night – I just loved this book.

 

When I was a kid:

Nancy Drew – could not get enough of those great mysteries!

One of my favorite series was Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House books. And I LOVED the TV series with Michael Landon and Melissa Gilbert based on Wilder’s life.

The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis. I’ve never stopped dreaming about secret doors in the backs of closets . . .