Posts Tagged ‘April Lindner’


April Lindner might be the queen of her own type Rock Fiction, which sounds stupid until you realize that there are probably others who try to incorporate Rock Fiction so effortlessly into remakes of classics, like she did in Jane. Here’s the description of her latest book:

While backpacking through Florence, Italy, during the summer before she heads off to college, Lucy Sommersworth finds herself falling in love with the culture, the architecture, the food…and Jesse Palladino, a handsome street musician. After a whirlwind romance, Lucy returns home, determined to move on from her “vacation flirtation.” But just because summer is over doesn’t mean Lucy and Jesse are over, too.

In this coming-of-age romance, April Lindner perfectly captures the highs and lows of a summer love that might just be meant to last beyond the season.

A street musician!

But I gotta say, after Jane and Catherine, I’m not sure what classic novel this is reinventing. Anyone? Maybe it’d have helped if I’d actually read some classics.

Classic or no, this has a lot of potential, so bring it. Do people still backpack through Italy? I want to do that, I think. Anyone know how?

Jett-300x300 Alright, so I still haven’t read Jane, which was one of the first books Susan gave me. I’ve been busy, you know? A job, a life, a dad to take care of, and if I gotta be honest, which I hate doing, I hated Jane Eyre, which is what Jane was based on.

So now comes Catherine from the same author, and this time, it’s a take-off of a book I won’t even get near: Wuthering Heights. All that angst; it’s all anyone ever talks about when they talk about it. Or maybe it’s grand passion, but they are so flipping jealous, all I wind up hearing is their angst.

So I’m not line jumping to be the first to get my hands on a copy of this, you know?

I’m probably an idiot, and Susan’s telling me that I’m a jerk for being so slow to read Jane, but when I went to look this up at GoodReads, even the reviews aren’t great: a total of 3.68 stars, which means plenty of people thought it was okay or less.  Looks like a lot of the objections come ’cause Heathcliff’s name was changed to Hence. If you ask  me, neither are something I’d stick my kid with.

But… send a review copy on over. Maybe that’ll be enough to get me off my ass and read both Jane and Catherine.  Maybe the fact that Catherine’s a concert promoter of a sort — she apparently does booking for her dad’s club — will be enough. Maybe I just need to take a day, send my dad out somewhere, crawl in bed, and read.

Here’s what Catherine is about. It’s got promise… if you can get over that mental block of its inspiration.

Catherine is tired of struggling musicians befriending her just so they can get a gig at her Dad’s famous Manhattan club, The Underground. Then she meets mysterious Hence, an unbelievably passionate and talented musician on the brink of success. As their relationship grows, both are swept away in a fiery romance. But when their love is tested by a cruel whim of fate, will pride keep them apart?

Chelsea has always believed that her mom died of a sudden illness, until she finds a letter her dad has kept from her for years—a letter from her mom, Catherine, who didn’t die: She disappeared. Driven by unanswered questions, Chelsea sets out to look for her—starting with the return address on the letter: The Underground.

Told in two voices, twenty years apart, Catherine interweaves a timeless forbidden romance with a compelling modern mystery.