As a wannabe published author, I’m a tad obsessed with debuts. I’m always on the lookout for brilliant novels by newbie authors – most of whom I’m in awe of, as I know how difficult it is to make it into print.
I’m going to write a post about my debut fixation soon, but when I was planning this blog site I kept hovering around all the fabulous first-time books lined up on my bookcase, and I swear they were giving me inspiration. Urging me on. Screaming at me ‘just flaming do it’. So I figured they needed more than one measly blog post. They needed a whole page all of their very own.
So sporadically in this section I’m going to chat about debut books I’ve read and loved (or not loved one bit in the very odd case), debuts I haven’t got around to yet but plan to, and debuts which haven’t quite debuted yet, if you get my drift. I’m not going to give rip-roaring, detailed, intensive literary reviews, I really just want to applaud them (or not, in the aforementioned very odd case).
Pride of place has to go to the debut novel which made me want to leap out of my uncomfortable comfort zone and start writing fiction in the first place: The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. Quite simply, I was stunned. That first line – My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name Susie – reeled me in. It still sends shivers down my spine. Sebold’s prose, her perspective, her imagination floored me and I devoured every second on that first reading. Every now and then I pick up my treasured, battered copy and turn it over in my hands. I simply love to hold it, stroke the cover, flick though the yellowing pages. I really can’t believe I’ve just admitted that, but there you go.
We’ll leave it there for now I think. More soon.