Right off, I like it. We don’t get a lot of jazz here at The Rock of Pages, which is too bad. Jazz is awesome music.
Here’s what the book’s about:
While all Mississippi bakes in the scorching summer of 1925, a sudden orphanhood casts its icy shadow across Emily Ann Teegarten, a pretty young teen. Taken in by an aunt bent on ridding herself of this unexpected burden, “Baby” Teegarten plots her escape using the only means at her disposal: a voice that makes church ladies cry and angels take notice. “I’m gonna sing jazz up to New York City,” she brags to anybody who’ll listen. ‘Cept that Big Apple–well, it’s an awful long way from that dry patch of earth she used to call home. So when the smoky stages of New Orleans speakeasies give a whistle, offering all kinda shortcuts, Emily soon learns it’s the whorehouses and drug joints promising to tickle more than just a young girl’s fancy that can dim a spotlight . . . and knowing the wrong people can snuff it out. Jazz Baby just wants to sing–not fight to stay alive.
Wow, there’s a lot going on in here that makes me absolutely drool to read this… the period, the fight to get to New York, the atmosphere of New Orleans… Maybe I’m being romantic, but this one could have it all. Or maybe, based on those last few sentences, it can turn kinda typical and boring. Only one way to find out, but my money’s still on the great romance of the story itself!