I'm excited to participate in Kellyn Roth's blog tour for her latest book, At Her Fingertips. Although I haven't read her books yet, I'm looking forward to doing so. They're set in one of my favorite places during one of my favorite time periods: England in the late nineteenth century.
At Her Fingertips
(Book #3 in the Chronicles of Alice and Ivy)
Alice Knight is looking forward to her debut as it means she will be able to carry out her plan. She will have her first Season in London, she will meet her husband, and she will marry him. However, Alice struggles to make her feelings reconcile with her goals.
Alice is sure that, if she can only cling to her plans, she will manage without help from anyone — including God. A childhood friend returning unexpectedly, a charming gentleman who is not all he should be, and an American author with strange ideas about life all make her question the plan.
With the life she longs for at her fingertips, can Alice grasp it?
Character Guest Post
I'm privileged to host on my blog Peter W. Strauss, an important character in At Her Fingertips.
My Trip to England
by Peter W. Strauss
Hello Reader,
My name is Peter Strauss. I’m not
your regular writer, so I’ll briefly introduce myself. I’m a
reporter for the Pennsylvania Herald and author of various poems and
a few adventure novels.
I’m American, so you may be
wondering, “What are you doing in this novel? It’s set in London,
isn’t it?” That might be a bit confusing. Yes, I’m American,
and yes, this story—‘At Her Fingertips’—is set in London.
You see, the editor of the Pennsylvania
Herald—Thaddeus B. Goodington JR—got irritated with me. Why?
Well, I may or may not have let slip in front of his mother that he’d
been allowing anti-suffragette articles in the paper. If I had known
he wanted to keep it a secret from her, I wouldn’t have said a
word, but … it just slipped out!
Perhaps he deserves it a little,
though. Honestly, I don’t know what Teeb has against women. I need
to look into it. If he got his heart broken, perhaps I can help him
through it. More likely he’s just ornery, though I hate to think
that of any man.
At any rate, when Teeb—my nickname
for him—learned that it was me who leaked his secret, he called me
to his office and told me he was sending me to England to write a
series of articles. Which is something of an old joke between us—he’s
always threatening to send me somewhere. So I laughed. And he pulled
out a boat ticket.
Teeb’s serious face is exactly the
same as his joking face. Though if I had really taken a moment to
look in his eyes, I think I might have guessed. But I didn’t think
he could be serious. Who sends one of their reporters to England when
they’re mad at them?
So here I am, on the ‘blessed plot’
of Shakespeare, writing a series of articles about the British upper
class. Thank goodness I already had my foot in the door—I’d met
an Englishman, Mr. Gibson Ashfield, when he was touring the American
West a few years ago. He’s only a boy—a slightly older boy than
he was when I met him last, yes, but still a boy—but he’s a rich
boy. And he was glad to have me here.
Rich people collect creative types like
pets.
Don’t get me wrong; England is
glorious! I’ve seen the Tower of London and London Bridge and the
Thames and all sorts of other things that I used to read about as a
child. I plan on seeing any number of other landmarks before I leave.
It’s quite exciting—the land of Shakespeare, Dickens, Scott …
the list goes on! All my heroes.
So no, it’s not England. England is
perfect. It’s just rather disagreeable to be sent away like this
whenever your boss says so. First it was New York then Georgia then
Oregon. I keep getting farther and farther away from home. Before I
know it, I’ll be on the moon, and I don’t know if I can come back
from there.
All joking aside, I suppose I am
secretly thrilled to be here. High society is absolutely fascinating.
All the social cues and rules are lost on me, I’ll freely admit,
but I am slowly coming to understand them.
The Ashfields, who I’m staying with,
are a confusing family—they present a unified front in public, but
I sense all is not right at home. I’ve refrained from including any
personal details in my articles, but they are an interesting case to
study.
I’d say a great many people here are
interesting cases, though. It seems as if everyone’s hiding
something—or perhaps my imagination is misleading me there. But I
do believe a great many people pretend their wealth and the gaiety of
their lives is making them happy—when truly they are miserable.
I wish I could sit down with each and
every one of them and talk about God, even for just a few minutes.
But that is impossible; I can’t reach them all. But even just a few
would be a blessing.
I don’t believe religion is a polite
subject—at least not religion as I would like to present it.
Society may be quite pious and moral on the outside, but I don’t
believe it’s any more real a few levels down than it ever is in
this world. I wish they could know how much joy there is to be had in
God.
But I’m rambling. I was going to tell
you about England some more.
London to me seems quite foggy. It
takes on a greenish glow, especially by lantern light, that is
ridiculously eery. I see where Dickens got his inspiration for
spectres. I can almost imagine ghostly shapes in the shadows! But I
know that’s all nonsense.
The city is big and loud. I’ve mostly
stuck to the cleaner sections, except for a few brief forays, so I’ve
seen more of the inner circle. I’ve been to Hyde Park, now—it’s
winter but I can tell it will be lovely once it is all green and
warm.
My favorite was a quick trip to
Stratford-upon-Avon, Shakespeare’s birthplace. He’s always been
my favorite—I adore his plays—so this was a special treat for me.
I barely talked Gibson into it—anything that drags him away from
society and/or Miss Knight for more than a few hours annoys him. But
he finally gave in, and it was a wonderful day. Besides, Gibson can
stand to get away from London every so often, truly.
Now, that’s about all I have to
say—I’ve ran rather long as it is! I tend to write lengthy
prose—my apologies.
I enjoyed writing this article and hope
you enjoyed reading it,
As ever,
Peter W. Strauss
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About the Author
Kellyn Roth was born and lives on a cattle ranch in North-Eastern Oregon. Always fascinated with telling stories, she created crazy games to play with her little brothers as a child. Today, she writes Christian and Historical Fiction with a focus on truth and family. Find out more about her and her novels at kellynrothauthor.com.
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April 23
Author Interview by Julia @ Julia’s Creative Corner
April 24
Review/Character Interview by Heather @ Frozen Book Blog
Character Interview by Sel Young @ Hearth
April 25
Character Interview/Series Review by Libby May @ Geo Turtle
April 26
Book and Author Spotlight by Grace Matlyn Buckner @ Literatura
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