Wednesday, March 9, 2016

And the Whippoorwill Sang by Micki Peluso

A book I highly recommend. 
I began writing after a personal tragedy, as a catharsis for my grief. This lead to a first time out publication in Victimology: An International Magazine and a 25 year career in Journalism. I've freelanced and been staff writer for one major newspaper and written for two more. I have published short fiction and non-fiction, as well as slice of life stories in colleges and magazines, including e-zine editions.Two of my horror stories were recently published in "The Speed of Dark", an anthology by author and publisher, Clayton Bye. I'm a professional book reviewer for The New York Journal of Books and Readertoreader, as well as a freelance reviewer. My first book was published in 2008; a funny true family story of love, loss and survival, called, . . . AND THE WHIPPOORWILL SANG. The book was reissued as a second edition in March of 2012 and won the silver award from NESTA CBC, for writing that helps make the world a better place. I am presently working on a collection of short fiction, slice of life stories and essays, in a book called, Heartbeat. . . Slices of life.
Background Information
Due to extenuating circumstances in my life, like a wacky mom and messy divorce, I eloped at the age of seventeen, with my high school sweetheart, replacing all my dreams with different ones. We raised six kids and had wonderfully comical lives. Butch was the regimental "Sound of Music' dad, whistling for his kids, while I was the nurturer. We crossed country twice, lived in a real haunted house and were living a wonderful life, if not wealthy monetarily, rich in love. A tragic accident happened, changing our lives forever. I could not speak of it, so I wrote and wrote, a long labor of love, until a book was born. . . .AND THE WHIPPOORWILL SANG, written as a catharsis for my grief and salvation for my sanity, as we learned to weep . . .to laugh . . .to grieve . . .to dance.

Micki and Butch face the horror every parent fears—awaiting the fate of one of their children. While sitting vigil in the ICU waiting room, Micki traverses the past, as a way of dealing with an inconceivable future.
From the bizarre teenage elopement with her high school sweetheart, Butch, in a double wedding with her own mother, to comical family trips across country in an antiquated camper with six kids and a dog, they leave a path of chaos, antics and destruction in their wake. Micki shows the happy times of raising six children while living in a haunted house as the young parents grow up with their kids. She bravely attempts to be the man of the house while her husband is working out of town. Hearing strange noises, which all the younger kids are sure is the ghosts, Micki tiptoes down to the cellar, shotgun in hand and nearly shoots . . . an Idaho potato that has fallen from the pantry and thumped down the stairs. The rest of her children feel obligated to tell the world. Just when their lives are nearly perfect, tragedy strikes--and the laughter dies.
There is a terrible accident in the placid valley nestled within the Susquehanna Mountains in the town of Williamsport, Pennsylvania. It occurs on a country lane just blocks from the family’s hundred year old haunted farmhouse. Micki , in a state of shock, muses through their delightful past to avoid confronting an uncertain future—as the family copes with fear and apprehension.
One of her six children is fighting for life in the hospital; in a semi-coma, hovering between this world and the next. Both parents are pressured by doctors to disconnect Noelle, their fourteen-year-old daughter. Her beautiful girl, funny and bright, who breathes life into every moment, does cartwheels in piles of Autumn leaves, singing and dancing down country roads--loves her family with all her soul. How can Micki let this child go? The family embarks upon its unbearable journey to the other side of sorrow and grasps the poignant gift of life as they begin. . .to weep. . .to laugh. . .to grieve. . .to dance--and forgive.
Tagline: Happy time, a sunny day, a driving drunk, eight lives forever changed.

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