Author Brunonia Barry has a new book, The Map of True Places, which hit stores on May 4. I loved The Lace Reader and cannot wait to read her latest book; to see what I thought of The Lace Reader, check out my review.
“In The Map of True Places, Boston psychotherapist, Zee Finch’s impending marriage falls apart and she loses a bipolar patient to suicide, she returns to the town of her troubled youth––Salem––to care for her ailing father. While there, Zee encounters danger as she falls into the puzzle of unraveling the mystery surrounding her own mother’s suicide when Zee was a child and realizes shocking parallels between the death of her mother and that of her patient, Lilly Braedon. She also finds new love with a man who has a mysterious past, which may or may not be related to Lilly’s death.”
Check out this video of Brunonia Barry discussing the novel:
I have one copy of Brunonia Barry’s The Map of True Places for a lucky US/Canada reader:
1. Leave a comment about whether you’ve read Barry’s work before or why you would like to read this novel.
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Deadline is May 12, 2010 at 11:59 PM EST
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Out of a number of entrants, Random.org selected #1 again. I guess we can’t say that #1 is unlucky anymore.
Earlier today, I reviewed 
Ten years ago when we moved into our current home, it had a perfect writing room on the second story, with large windows that looked out over the treetops to the faraway hills. A perfect writing space… except for the narrow hallway leading to it, too narrow to get my big desk through. I was heartbroken. My mom gave me two tables that she no longer wanted, and I installed these in my writing room instead — one for my computer, one for handling correspondence, bill paying, all the other stuff.
My theory is to make the room as welcoming and comfortable as possible, to trick myself into working longer hours! Above one desk, I have a painting by my husband that I love, “Tree of Life,” all greens and golds. That big mound of paper on the corner of the desk is a draft of my second novel. I feel guilty looking at it every day that I don’t get back to it. My computer desk has a stand for my handwritten first drafts. I learned long ago that buying expensive moleskin notebooks made me feel like I couldn’t make mistakes, so I have a closet of cheap notepads to write on. The shades are usually half drawn since the light is bright in this room, but I love to look out while I’m thinking. There’s a big sour cherry tree outside, and this time of year wild parrots, green with a single big red spot on their heads, descend on it, bouncing on the branches and squawking as they eat the fruit.
