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Genre: Romance
About Shabby_ChicLocation: Rockie Mountains Age:16 Website: http://shabby-chick.livejournal.com Favorite novels: Anne of Green Gables, Milestone Summer, A Life of Faith series, Royal Diaries, Chronicles of Narnia Favorite writers: L.M. Montgomery, Jane Austen, Ann Rinaldi, C.S. Lewis Favorite music: Classic Disney, instrumental, Katie Melua, Angelique Kidjo, and soundtracks, Puppini Sisters, Big Band, Sarah Brightman, opera, Wicked Non-noveling interests: Reading, writing, painting, scrapbooking, baking, watching movies, talking to friends, dancing |
Joined: Oktober 2, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 2 NaNoWriMo buddies: 18
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Brief Author Bio: I love Jesus, I love snow, and I love tea. There is a brief summary of me. :) |
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Synopsis: Dear Anonymous
It seems like the only romantic thing about dusty, plain, and small Harem, Iowa is its name. But even that doesn’t quench eighteen-year-old Anna Miller’s thirst for a romantic life. The daughter of a hard-working farmer and school teacher, Anna is living as romantic a life as she can in such a plain town, and her mind is full of imagination, and she pours herself over Byron, Poe, and the other romantic writers of the past. Encouraged by their writings, she begins to take on a somewhat odd but secretly romantic activity—writing letters to the man of her dreams, and hiding them away in a little nook in an old oak tree at the edge of her father’s property. Much to her surprise, one day she finds that all her letters are gone, and in their place is a reply! But soon her heart races when she discovers that at the same time, a handsome stranger arrives in town, and is quite smitten with Anna. She comes to believe that he is holding the secret correspondence with her, even though he seems to be oblivious about it in person. Little does she know that there is someone else who loves her, and it isn’t the stranger. Through a series of letters to her “Dear Anonymous”, Anna begins to realize a bit about love, life, and everything else in between.
Excerpt: Dear Anonymous
“She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.”
The soft country grass crunched quietly as Anna laid into it, sighing deeply. She imagined herself walking through the country fields in the dark of night, starry skies illuminating upon her golden hair, the breeze gently swirling her white nightgown about, and a nosegay of wild flowers tucked into one ear.
Anna sighed again as she shifted her position in the grass. She tried to ignore the stick that was poking into her leg. Letting her thoughts drift back to her starry night walk was hard to do, and she finally moved her leg. Setting it down, her bare heel landed in something soft. Strange, Anna thought. Such soft soil… But she didn’t move her foot, and after moment, dug her foot deeper into the soft, warm pile of dirt. The warm sun penetrated into her face, and her eyelids began to close heavily. Suddenly, she started and sat up, looking at her foot that was now almost completely enveloped with the warm “soil”.
“Tarnation!” she exclaimed in exasperation, wincing at the sucking sound she made as she pulled her foot out of the fresh cow manure. Sighing heavily, she stood up and wiped her foot as best as she could on the field grass. Finally giving up, she scooped her shoes into her arms and began to trudge back to the small farm house in the distance.
Coming near to the house, Anna passed the barn where she could hear the hired hand, Eli, scooping out stalls. She silently made her way across the yard, not wanting to alert him of her return to the house. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to see her foot covered in manure.
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