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Remember Della by Cynthia Burroughs

1/3/2015

 
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Remember Della is the story of Kat, a sixteen year old girl who has strange dreams involving a yellow scarf. Told from the point of view of an older Kat, she takes us back to the fifties and her life back then. Having had other precognitive dreams, Kat sets out to help a classmate called Della. A girl who seems to be invisible to everyone.
With a memorable host of characters and an intriguing storyline, this is a great story that will keep you hooked.
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Title: Remember Della

Author Name: Cynthia Mock Burroughs

 

Author Bio:
 

I was born and raised in the South and to this day reside in South Carolina with my dashing husband, crotchety cat and nimble Jack Russell. My first novel,Remember Della, definitely reflects that Southern upbringing; and like Katherine, my main protagonist, I am also a child of the fifties.

 

I have enjoyed reading my entire life and relish childhood memories of long, languid summers spent in lawn chairs beneath shady old trees—my best friend and I devouring one library book after another. I hope to be proof of the old adage that everyone has at least one good book in them—but suppose that remains to be seen. You, the reader, will be the judge of that.

 

Drawing and painting have always been passions of mine, but I had never tried my hand at writing until my mother passed away several years ago. During my grieving process I found that painting was not keeping my mind as busy as I would have liked. Painting allowed me too much time to think. So in an attempt to ease my sadness, I decided to try a new creative outlet. The result was a 24,000 word children's chapter book (as yet unpublished) and a newfound love—writing! In fact, I am in love with the entire writing process, especially the part where I get to tell really tall tales—and get away with it . . .


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Website http://www.cynthiamockburroughs.com/ | Blog | Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/authorcynthiamockburroughs?ref=notif&notif_t=page_user_activity | Twitter @cmburroughs | Pinterest http://www.pinterest.com/cmburroughs/ | Linkedin https://www.linkedin.com/pub/cynthia-burroughs/7b/a80/107| Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/23826688-cynthia-mock-burroughs| Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Remember-Della-Cynthia-Mock-Burroughs/dp/1500199346/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1420753436&sr=1-1&keywords=remember+della

 
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Book Genre: Paranormal Mystery
 

Publisher: Self published

Release Date: Remember Della is available at this time at the buy links below.

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http://www.amazon.com/Remember-Della-Cynthia-Mock-Burroughs/dp/1500199346/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1420753436&sr=1-1&keywords=remember+della

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Book Description:


Kat, a “slightly" psychic sixteen-year-old, begins having disturbingly persistent dreams. Dreams of a yellow scarf - with a seeming life of its own - which taunts her and haunts her every dream. Dreams about Della, a fellow classmate, who to this point has remained all but invisible to any and every one at school. Kat eventually comes to the realization that until she unravels the mystery surrounding that “dagblasted” creepy yellow scarf and this girl she hardly knows, she'll not have another night’s rest. What Kat soon discovers is that she is the only person in Della’s life (including the girl’s mother and stepfather) who recognizes - or will admit - Della has simply vanished, gone “splitsville"!  And Kat is helpless as her life becomes indelibly intertwined with Della’s – so much so, that she will carry the emotional scars for years to come.

Kat is surrounded by an extremely colorful cast of characters. You will meet: long-time friend and recent love interest, Em; Kat’s precocious eight-year-old brother, Gordy; her feisty octogenarian neighbor, Mrs. Harper and a chain smoking waitress named Clovis. All who, for various reasons,  join Kat’s desperate quest to help a girl she hardly knows and to find answers to questions that, with any luck, will bring her the peace she seeks – the biggest question on her mind being, “Why me?”

“Remember Della” - which is predominately set in the South during the mid-fifties - is chock full of facts, trivia and slang from that era. While an entertaining read, I believe this book addresses bullying - both physical and emotional - in a fresh and unique way during a time before such issues were “labeled” as unacceptable or problematic.

Excerpt One (300-500 or so Words):


I sat at the kitchen table while Momma contemplated what to do

with the ground beef thawing out on the counter. She settled on

goulash and was checking the pantry to see if she had all the ingredients

when it occurred to her she hadn’t heard a peep out of Gordy.

The quietude must have alerted her to his absence.

She turned to me, “Where’s Gordy—up in his room?”

I shook my head no. “He’s not home yet.”

She checked her watch and asked, “Did you hear his bus come

by?”

“No’m. It’s probably running late.”

“Gordy should be home by now, Katherine.” She gave me a doubtful

look and asked, “You’re sure his bus hasn’t come by?”

The look of concern on her face was fleeting, and we both cringed

as Gordy heralded his arrival by slamming the front door so hard the

house shook. Momma yelled at the top of her lungs, “Gordy!” When

he came barreling through the doorway she asked, “How many times

have I told you not to slam the door like that? You’ve already taken a

minimum of ten years off my life!”

He never even heard a word she said because he was talking louder

and faster than his customary mile-a-minute. His words practically

ran together as he said, “You shoulda seen it! Sammy Spellman

throwed up all over prissy ol’ Becky Taylor on the bus! We had beets

for lunch an’ Sammy ate a whole bowl of ‘em. I bet that’s what made

him throw up. He says he likes ‘em, but I don’t believe it for a minute.

I think he just eats ‘em to show off. But the really good part is

Sammy’s throw-up was all red—like he was throwing up blood! Then

ol’ Becky started crying an’ everything, and Cindy Walker started

gagging ‘cause throw-up splattered all over her shoes an’ then she

throwed up. It was so cool! They were sitting across the aisle from

me, an’ I got to see it all. And Becky, with her weirdo-self, told Mikey

Olson she was gonna wipe throw up on him ‘cause he laughed

at her. And the bus driver had to stop the bus an’ calm everybody

down. It was Coolsville!

I could see Momma was trying to keep a straight face as she said,

“Gordy that’s enough—there’s nothing cool about someone throwing

beets up all over the place.”

“Well I couldn’t be sure, but from the smell of it I think Sammy

must’ve been sick at both ends. I tell–”

“Gordy!!!” Gordy was treading on very thin ice.

“It’s the truth! It was gross I tell ya. Gross enough to gag a maggot!

Everybody sitting around ‘em looked like they were gonna

puke—’cept me. The bus driver made everybody get off, and

the monitor had to go to somebody’s house to call for another

bus and for Sammy an’ Becky an’ Cindy’s parents to come and

get ‘em.”
“Dear Lord, I hope Sammy’s not contagious.” And in spite of the fact

we weren’t Catholic, Momma crossed herself.

 
Excerpt Two (500-800 or so Words):


I HATED THAT despicable clock. I hated the way those two nerve-jangling,

damnable bells blasted me so urgently from sleep

every morning. I snatched the clock up, shut off the alarm

and slammed the offending thing back onto the nightstand.

Throwing the covers back and my legs over the side of the

bed, I stood unsteadily a moment before aiming my body at

the door leading to the hall. Destination—the bathroom. But as

my fingers touched the doorknob the clock began its shrill intonations

again. Oh dear Lord! That sound, so early in the morning,

was the equivalent of fingernails screeeking down a chalkboard.

Hadn’t I just turned the dad-blamed thing off? Maybe I

jarred the lever into the ‘on’ position when I, perhaps a little too

vigorously, delivered the clock back to its pocked resting place.

I retraced my steps and after turning the alarm off, again,

placed the clock on the nightstand—a little more gently

this time. And for more reasons than one, I moved a wee

bit faster for the bedroom door. I reached it a second time

and stopped cold—the God-forsaken clock was, once again,

clanging for attention! With the strangest mixture of anger,

fear and foreboding I walked back, turned the alarm off a

third time and buried ‘Baby Ben’ not only under the covers,

but both pillows as well. Then I ran back to the door, jerked

it open and took off through it.

Instead of the hall outside my bedroom door, I found myself

out on the street in front of my house—still dressed in baby

doll pajamas and walking toward my bus stop. There wasn’t

time to go home and change. The school bus had arrived

and it sat idling as a half-dozen students climbed on. I waved

and yelled for them to wait, but no one seemed to hear.

Running for the bus wasn’t even an option, for it was suddenly

as if my feet and I were slogging through knee-deep

mud. I could only watch as the door closed and the bus

pulled off without me. Oddly, I felt thoroughly and utterly

bereft—as if all my hopes and dreams had taken off with that

big yellow bus.

As the bus lumbered down the road something yellow flew

out an open window. Even from where I stood I could see it

was a scarf—a yellow scarf—lifting, floating and fluttering in

the early morning breeze.

My legs came unglued and I began running after that scarf

like my life depended upon reaching it before it touched

the ground. I caught up to it, but each time I attempted to

pluck it from the air a breeze would whisk it away, lifting it

just beyond my reach over and over again. I soon began to

tire of the game and was about to abandon the chase when
the wind picked up and blew the scarf toward me instead of

away, pressing it against the lower half of my face. Slowly,

almost as if caressing me, the scarf began to move along my

skin. It slid over my mouth, under my chin, and down my neck.

Snaking round and round my throat, it became longer and

longer, tighter and tighter—and I began struggling for air . . .

 
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C. Lee McKenzie
2/3/2015 03:49:41 pm

Some really good lines in the excerpt. Loved that Mom crossed herself even though she wasn't Catholic.

Cynthia Burroughs link
3/3/2015 09:04:00 am

Thank you, C. Lee McKenzie! I'm glad you enjoyed the excerpt - it's one of my favorites. Besides that, I chose it because I felt I could, very quickly, introduce you to several of the characters and give you a little insight as to their personalities.

Thanks for the comment!

BK link
4/3/2015 11:53:23 am

Thank you for hosting Cynthia today :)

Cynthia Burroughs link
5/3/2015 09:14:01 am

S.K., I absolutely must thank you again for your kind words and for hosting "Remember Della" on your fabulous site.

Wishing you all the best,

Cynthia


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