Although Purgatory, A Progeny’s Quest launched May 26, 2020, we can all agree COVID stole the past year for all of us, including the huge book launch that had been scheduled with book festival and bookstore signings on the calendar that went up in flames last summer. HOWEVER, Purgatory refuses to remain condemned in purgatory. Book festivals and bookstore signings are returning to my calendar going deep into the upcoming months. Follow my Facebook Author Page for daily updates on my activities and upcoming events, but you also can subscribe to receive the latest from postings and events on this page too.
Great News about Purgatory!
First of all, thanks to Purgatory, in addition to placing as runner-up to the 2019 Southeastern Writers Association Hal Barnard Memorial Award for the best-unpublished novel, Theo & Liddy and the whole cast of the Shiloh community are up for the Reader’s Choice Award and has been designated Finalist in Best Suspense for Killer Nashville’s Silver Falchion Award–the winner will be announced August 21st in Nashville at their annual awards banquet.
You cannot influence the outcome of the Silver Falchion Award results, BUT you still can cast your vote for Purgatory by T. M. Brown in this year’s READER’S CHOICE AWARD. Follow the links, all the characters in Shiloh will cheer as you cast your votes for them. Voting ends August 15th, so please keep voting!
So what’s all the big fuss about Killer Nashville and its Silver Falchion and Readers’ Choice Awards?
Voted as “One of the Best Writing Conferences in the USA” — Killer Nashville isnowthe premier forum for all genres incorporating mystery, thriller, or suspense elements.
What story is next up for T. M. Brown–How about a historical fiction story based in 1861-1862 McIntosh County, Georgia?
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Summer Schedule of Author Events
Between July 31 through Labor Day September 6th, T. M. Brown will be racing between appearances and events featuring Hometown Novel Nights Authors as well as his own book signings. Visit the Event Page for regular updates and a complete schedule of his appearances and events beyond Labor Day in the days and weeks ahead. Hometown Novel Nights program schedules will be included, as well.
Purgatory, A Progeny’s Quest, is a finalist for the Killer Nashville Silver Falchion Award for Best Suspense Novel. The winner will be announced at the Killer Nashville Conference Awards Dinner, August 21st.
Happy Fourth of July! Here’s an excerpt from Testament, An Unexpected Return as little Shiloh celebrates its 115th Independence Day Jubilee in new Priestly Park…
The Fourth of July in Shiloh!
The storm front blew over as predicted, allowing the sunshine to break through partly cloudy skies by the time we arrived at Priestly Park. “God Bless the USA” blared over the park’s public address system as we snaked through the growing crowd in search of our friends.
Bob “Bubba” Patterson and Cecil Chambers, owners of Bubba’s BBQ, along with Silas Thrope from the Butcher Shoppe, tended twin smokers that filled the air with the mouthwatering aroma of roasted pork. Beneath a red, white and blue canopy, Barbara Patterson, Cora Chambers, and Bernie Thrope readied themselves to sell their husbands’ highly anticipated, finger-licking fare.
I surveyed the sea of people until I locked onto Larry Scribner waving his arms. A minute later we set up our chairs between Larry, his wife, Martha and Sam and Susanna Simmons.
Martha snickered. “Would have thought Mary warned you to get here early. The whole town has been abuzz for weeks since the city formally announced the Jubilee’s new venue, especially after news got out about the park’s dedication ceremony.”
Liddy peered at me with a told-you-so sneer followed by a playful punch to my arm when I said to Martha, “Don’t blame her. I just didn’t expect this kind of turnout, but I’m glad to see it for Harold’s sake.”
Sam added, “Give poor Theo a break. This crowd is the biggest I recall ever attending a Jubilee. No doubt Harold’s vision for Priestly Park intended to give Shiloh’s annual Jubilee a shot in the arm.” He pointed at the building under construction with its steel skeleton cordoned off by yellow caution tape and bright orange plastic barrels. “Can’t wait to see the new community center when it finally opens.”
Liddy asked, “Has anyone seen Arnie and Judy? What about Zeb, Marie, and John?”
“Preacher’s over behind the grandstand with Judy, waiting for the ceremony to get underway,” Martha groaned, craning her neck, half-raised from her chair. “And there’s Zeb behind the pavilion leaning against his truck shooting the breeze with John and Marie.”
“Susanna, where’s Andy and Megan?” Liddy asked, eyeballing the crowd.
Susanna shrugged her shoulders. “Not sure, but they promised they’d be here.”
Liddy nudged closer to me and whispered, “Hal just pulled behind the grandstand driving Harold’s dually with Harold in the passenger seat, and parked beside Phillip’s red Wrangler.”
Sam jumped from his chair and whistled above the clamor of the crowd. Susanna stood as Andy and Megan appeared making their way around the throng of blankets and chairs.
Megan’s relaxed smile, ponytail, and makeup-free, suntanned cheeks presented a welcome contrast to the pretentious, prim and proper young woman we encountered only a few months ago. In place of high heels and glamor, she clung to Andy’s elbow wearing green and gold GCU warm-ups and a white cotton tank top. After we all exchanged hugs, Andy and Megan sat down beside Susanna and Sam.
Moments later, the shrill of a fife and a rhythmic drum cadence quieted the crowd before a voice barked, “For-ard harch!” Pete, Jay, and Jim marched abreast in step to the lead of the teenage fifer and drummer, all wearing Minutemen costumes. Jay and Jim held shouldered muskets on either side of Pete, who carried the American flag with both hands. The crowd came to its feet as the color guard approached the makeshift stage until Jay shouted, “Color guard, halt!”
Hal Archer stepped to the podium and invited Miss Phoebe Thatcher, the high school’s music director, onto the stage to sing the Star Spangled Banner. Arnie Wright followed with a prayer of thanks for our nation, community, and today’s Jubilee. Hal then welcomed everyone to Shiloh’s one-hundred-and-fifteenth Independence Day Jubilee and added, “Before we enjoy all this scrumptious food and the activities planned this afternoon, I’d like to introduce my father, our Mayor Emeritus, the Honorable Harold Archer.”
Harold rose from his seat and gripped the podium to steady himself. His baggy shirt and slacks affirmed rumors of his declining health. His voice cracked as he spoke. “Friends, fellow citizens of Shiloh, first of all, I want to thank you for allowing me the joy of witnessing my son serving as your new mayor. He represents the third generation of Archers to be so honored. But, that’ll be enough of that. There’s a far better reason I am here today. Would John Priestly and Marie Masterson join me?”
John escorted his cousin Marie onto the stage before Harold continued.
“Last December, I promised the citizens of Shiloh that I would build this park for our city right here on this picturesque site next to Shiloh Creek. I humbly stand before you, proud we’re celebrating this year’s Independence Day Jubilee on this property my family deeded to the city.”
Harold looked back toward the unfinished steel framework and pointed. “And, my son Phillip assured me that the new community center will be open before summer ends.” Harold smiled at Phillip who stood beside Jeannie Simmons in front of the stage. “With that assurance,” Harold eyed John and Marie by his side. “I now and forever more declare that Priestly Park shall henceforth commemorate the Priestly family’s contribution in making Shiloh a better place for our families to prosper.”
Harold picked up a plaque off the podium and paused as he cleared his throat. John stepped closer and patted Harold on his back. Harold took a deep breath and slowly exhaled before he continued. “I asked Missus Masterson and Coach Priestly as members of the Priestly family to accept our city’s small token of appreciation for all that their family has meant to our community throughout the years.” He handed the framed pewter plaque to John. “A larger duplicate of this plaque will be mounted beside the entrance to the Betty Priestly Community Center when it opens in the coming weeks.”
Hal returned to the microphone as Harold escorted John and Marie off the stage. He raised his arms to quiet the crowd’s applause. “I’ve been advised that the roasted pigs are about to be carved. Don’t forget to check the pavilion bulletin board for times and locations of this afternoon’s activities. Otherwise, please enjoy the day at Priestly Park and remember the fireworks will begin right after sunset.” Patriotic music returned across the public address speakers as Hal exited the stage.
Pete, still wearing his 1776 Minuteman outfit, appeared moments later with Mary and invited all of us to an area they staked off near Zeb’s truck behind the pavilion. We gathered our chairs and found John and Marie already chatting with Zeb’s sons, Jim and Jay. Zeb sat on his tailgate and offered everyone a cold drink from the ice chest in the bed of his truck.
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Long after I confessed to eating way too much, I found myself surrounded by empty chairs. The grunts and moans of the more athletic, younger members of our group drew my attention to their heated volleyball game. Zeb and Sam refereed the match, standing on opposite ends of the net. Liddy and Marie had disappeared earlier to sign up for the annual egg toss, thanks in large part to the persistent goading of Megan and Jeannie. Although Judy, Martha, and Susanna urged me to watch, I opted to catch up with Arnie meandering toward the creek.
“You know we’re both missing out on the celebrated egg toss.” I leaned down and flung a couple of pebbles into Shiloh Creek. Arnie chuckled and skipped a stone across the surface.
“Hey Arnie, you’re closer to Harold. You’ve known him as his pastor for a long time. Is he going to be okay?”
Arnie reached for another stone and juggled the smooth tawny pebble between his fingers. “Not sure Theo. Just because I’m his pastor doesn’t mean I’m privy to know everything. I know, like you, that second trip to the hospital in January sucked the wind right out of his sails.”
“But is it just physical? I’ve hardly seen him around town since.”
“I’m not a doctor, but I believe a broken spirit can be as lethal as any heart attack. And, in Harold’s case, he’s experienced both. Since his release from the hospital, he’s spent every day cooped up in his study. He hardly drives anywhere anymore. In fact, last month when I visited Hank at the county jail I learned Harold hadn’t visited him since Hank and Megan’s divorce finalized in May.” With an extended sigh, Arnie chucked the stone skyward and watched it disturb the water’s calm surface.
“He sure looked washed out as he shuffled on and off the stage. I know he’s holed himself up in recent months, but I hoped he’d get better, not worse. I’ve not reached out to him as I probably should’ve, but I’m glad you’ve talked with him.”
Arnie gazed at the expanding ripples on the glistening creek’s surface. “Theo, I fear Harold’s never gonna get better. Even the doctors warned him that his tired ticker needs lots of rest and less stress. But what I am afraid of the most is that he’s convinced he failed Hank when he needed him most.”
The stone I fumbled with slid through my fingers and fell into the wet sand at my feet. “What can we do to help? He’s not been to church since he got out of the hospital either. Maybe Liddy and I should’ve made a better effort to visit him.”
“I’m not sure you and Liddy can do anything more except keep him in your prayers right now. Hal and Phillip keep a close eye on him and…” Arnie looked up with a partial smile. “You and I also know Maddie’s using her, well, her mother hen instincts to indulge Harold’s needs.”
I chuckled as I pictured the look on Maddie’s face sharing her hard-love quips meant to snap Harold out of his woebegone moods. “If Maddie’s struggling to nurse Harold back to health, how much good can we offer?”
“Of course, Harold did agree to take part today. Maybe getting around the town’s people and laughing again will help. I also think him seeing how Priestly Park turned out has helped too. Perhaps this Jubilee outing will galvanize his mental and physical recovery. If not…” Arnie went silent as he squatted at the water’s edge and stared at the far side of the sun-drenched creek. I squatted alongside and tossed another pebble to break his locked gaze.
Arnie flinched and looked at me. “I was thinking back on what you said about Harold’s sluggish appearance today. It made me wonder about his state of mind. When Hal and I first persuaded him to come, he seemed chipper enough and much more upbeat than he appeared today.”
“Do you think something happened in the last couple of days?”
“I don’t know Theo, but it wouldn’t hurt checking up on Harold before Hal or Phillip takes him home.”
“Before who’s going home?” A familiar deep voice reverberated behind us.
Arnie and I stood and stared at Harold’s weak smile directed at us.
Arnie stammered, “Didn’t hear you walk up, but we’re sure glad you decided to join us.” Arnie picked up a stone and flipped it toward Harold who instinctively snatched it out of the air.
I said as Harold matter-of-factly let the stone fall and brushed his hands off, “You sure must be proud of how the park turned out.”
Harold offered a tired grin. “Hal and Phillip made me feel very proud today. I just wish the community center could’ve been ready.” Harold paused. “So tell me, how have you been Theo? Haven’t seen hide nor hair of you lately.”
“Guess that’s my fault.” I concentrated on his face though his eyes focused on the ground. “I’ve not seen you around town either, but I should’ve visited you long ago.”
Harold mustered a forced grin, but his hesitant look revealed the truth. “Not a problem Theo. I haven’t felt too sociable lately either. How’s that book working out?”
“Mary’s delivering the manuscript to Cornerstone Monday. Barring any unforeseen issues, books should be off the presses and arrive well in advance of Larry’s advertised book launch shindig before Thanksgiving. I reckon you’d like to know how it turned out?”
Harold nodded with a curious shrug.
“I chose not to dodge the truth about Hank’s mistakes, but in the epilog, I added how our country has failed to adequately care for our veterans, especially those coping with underlying mental health symptoms of PTSD.”
Arnie added. “Theo’s done a masterful job based upon what little he’s allowed me to read. He treated all the victims in Jessie’s Story with the greatest respect.”
Harold’s dark eyes looked up. “I’ve got no doubt, Arnie.” He rested his right hand on my shoulder but turned toward Arnie. “Preacher, do you know what a banshee is?”
Arnie stared back, speechless.
Harold squeezed my shoulder as he asked me, “Do you?”
“Some kinda witch, I think, or something ominous like that,” I replied with one brow arched.
“I dreamt, or at least believe I dreamt, that a banshee visited me last night. She wore a dark, hooded cloak that covered her face and wailed three times from the foot of my bed, ‘Death awaits. Get ready.’” Harold looked right through me as he spoke. “It brought back memories of my grandpa’s tales about a banshee’s visit days before his father passed. Though my father dispelled my grandpa’s tale as hogwash, I can assure you that I awoke in a cold sweat this morning.”
Arnie asked, “Couldn’t you make out the face beneath the hood of the cape?”
“Not really, but she, and it was a woman, seemed familiar, but she never answered when I asked.”
“Did she say or do anything more in your dream?” I asked.
“No, but she pointed directly at me before she spoke her final warning and disappeared.”
“Harold, this sounds like nothing more than a nightmare,” I said as I patted his hand still clenching my shoulder moments before I sensed a slight wobble in his stance.
Harold wrinkled his face. “I just can’t shake the chill it gave me.”
“Let’s head back up before someone wonders what happened to us,” Arnie suggested as he took a position on the other side of Harold. We walked together back to the pavilion ready to steady Harold if needed.
Hal met us near the pavilion. “Dad, you feeling okay?”
Arnie laughed. “Hal, I think your dad’s just a bit tuckered out. You might want to run him home.”
Phillip ran up as Hal drove off with Harold in the passenger’s seat. “What’s up? Is dad okay?”
“He’s just tired,” I answered. “By the way, did he share with you anything about a dream he had last night?”
Phillip’s head swayed with a puzzled look. “No, but he seemed lost in deep thought during breakfast. What dream?”
“Just a dumb dream that caused him to lose some sleep. He’ll be fine after he gets some rest. I think today took a lot out of him.”
“You’re right, I’m sure.” Phillip laughed. “You missed the tug-of-war and egg toss. Zeb, Bubba, and Silas got Mister Simmons and Mister Scribner to join Hal’s team to take on my team with Pete, Jay, Jim, and Coach Priestly. I couldn’t believe it. Those old men whooped us! More importantly, you better find Miss Liddy and Miss Marie. They won the egg toss.”
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God bless, America! And, God bless, our love of small town traditions and heritage. T. M. Brown
I imagine many of you are already headed outdoors again and many enjoying or looking forward to an upcoming summer vacation like me and my wife. We’ve been fully vaccinated since the first week in March, but have remained close to home for the most part. But, that’s changing quickly this summer. Here’s is my author schedule of events and appearances for July, and August and beyond is booking up fast for the rest of 2021…
HNN Writers Group will have three gatherings in July. A virtual Writers Workshop on July 10; A Writers Virtual WIP Critique Group, July 12th at 6:30-8:00 PM hosted by Angie Gallion Lovell (if you want a sneak preview of my new historical novel, join us. I am offering portions of my latest WIP for critique and receiving wonderful, helpful feedback. Other WIP monthly submissions testify to the talent among our HNN Writers Group. July 17th at 11 AM at Corner Arts Gallery & Studios, downtown Newnan, GA will be our next in-person HNN Writer’s Gathering where we share conversations and tackle writing challenges designed to promote “Writers Helping Writers.” VisitHometown Novel Nightsand HNN Writers Group for more inof.
More Lines Between the Wines Author Book Talk at Warm Springs Cellars, July 17th, 2-5 PM!
I will be joining Mike Nemeth as he shares his latest mystery/suspense novel, Parker’s Choice. Join us for a craft beer or bottle of Georgia’s finest wines as we engage in book talk!
July 24th, Freedom Gospel Festival! All-day fundraising with live music and great food to boot!
July 31st, Saturday afternoon 1-3 PM in Lagrange, GA
T.M. Brown will be speaking at Pretty Good Bookson Saturday, July 31st about the latest book in his Shiloh Mystery Series. T. M. Brown is an award-winning Southern author from Newnan, GA. In the first two books of his Shiloh Mystery Series, he has introduced Theo & Liddy Phillips as they settle into their new hometown of Shiloh, Georgia amidst shadows of the town’s past. In Purgatory, A Progeny’s Quest the final book in the series, Theo faces a life-threatening decision to save his friends. In telling of all three stories, T. M. Brown has interwoven thought-provoking messages about making decisions in times of crisis and change.
Come see Pretty Good Books’ new downtown Lagrange location! It’ll be the envy of booksellers throughout the South.
Phew! And August and beyond stacking up to being just as busy!
Hint: Connie and I will be touring Fernandina Beach with a weekend of book signing at The Book Loft, August 13-15, and then we will be spending a week touring and talking with folks about my new novel up the Georgia coast with a few days in Darien, GA to celebrate our 48th Anniversary too!
VISIT @TMBROWNAUTHOR on FACEBOOK or this webpage for more updates on events and appearances in your local area. Who knows when and where we will find ourselves as life in America enjoys Independence again.
If you’ve read any of the three Shiloh Mystery Novels, you can lend a hand by telling others about them and posting a review. Thank you, and I would love to hear from everyone who read all three Shiloh novels… Do you think a fourth is in the cards? Email or Messenger me.
REGISTER FOR YOUR VIRTUAL COZY SEAT FOR THIS AUTHOR EXTRAVAGANZA AS WE PREPARE TO ENTER THE SUMMER! HNN will continue with special virtual programming to allow authors and audience members to engage when travel to our HNN in-person events is not convenient. Upcoming virtual programs will be bi-monthly (August, October 2021).
GREAT NEWS! Hometown Novel Nights – Summer 2021 is returning to in-person events once again!
July 15th @Newnan Carnegie Library, Newnan, GA will feature syndicated columnists and authors, Lee St. John, Alex McRae, and Joe Butcher. Our very own, Scott Ludwig will be our program moderator/host. Watch for registration information soon!
New! HNN Official Book Retailer
Hometown Novel Nights also is pleased to announce we have a new official book retailer for our Newnan author events co-hosted at the Newnan Carnegie Library- CORNER ARTS GALLERY & STUDIOS on South Court Square in beautiful downtown Newnan, GA. They are expanding their Local Author Book Nook bookshelves to accommodate more books by Hometown Novel Nights Authors and to handle all book sales at our upcoming live audience author programs at the Newnan Carnegie Library. Corner Arts Gallery, owned by Jenny Jones, will soon be able to handle online book orders for selected HNN authors.
Warm Springs Cellars – HNN Authors Saturday
Lines Between the Wines is a special time…
HNN Writers offers local writers a helping hand from other writers on the road to getting published.
Visit the Facebook Group page for times and locations online and in-person small group gatherings each month.
SUMMER WORKSHOP – “UNDERSTANDING THE EDITING PROCESS” Hosted by Angie Gallion and Angela McRae, July 10th. Watch for registration details for this virtual program co-hosted by the Newnan Carnegie Library.
Authors and social media–an arranged marriage benefiting one and sucking the life out of the other. One garnishes all the attention, the other screams to be heard. One, an unsated polygamist, the other, another trophy in the crowded harem. I often wonder, how might the notable, best-selling authors whose careers began long before the internet age would have faired if they launched their first novel today.
I imagine the gatekeepers prefer such thoughts go unnoticed, but I sense such thoughts exist all the same. More and more readers invest their precious time and money to be entertained but end up scratching their heads at the so-called best-sellers. When they dive deeper to discover a good read, they struggle all the more.
Vanity publishing has transformed itself into being called “independently published” thanks to KDP and Ingram who tantalize the egos of authors into believing they too can become the next bestseller. Mercenary book contests, awards, promotions are sucking even more from the lifeblood of naive, eager authors. Independent publishing likewise has morphed into hybrid publishing while disguised small publishers, often begun by frustrated authors, reap royalties earned by other unsuspecting authors. Then when the individual author figures out they cannot get a real publishing contract they create their own quirky-named publishing entity to self-publish.
In the meantime, mainstream publishers devour one another attempting to hoard what meager profit they can squeeze from each contracted author. They end up churning out cookie-cutter novels faster than Henry Ford ever imagined possible on his assembly lines. The pressure of the most popular authors must be intense. Some now turn out a new title every 3-6 months. Of course, it’s their name that sells not the story he or she hardly writes in solitude anymore.
So, what can be done? The best gatekeepers in the publishing world exist in independently-owned bookstores. They survive because of their reputation to recognize truly worthwhile books for you, their valued customers. Unlike the big internet booksellers, they cannot clutter their shelves with drivel, whether big-name published or self-published. They build trust by listening to what you find to be good books.
In the end, readers should determine by word of mouth what are the current best books to read. Mercenary marketing to bolster sales seldom works if readers feel betrayed after buying a certain new novel promoted in a glitzy ad campaign.
Therefore, I believe, a groundswell of reviews and personal referrals among friends and family urging them to get a copy of an author’s latest book offers the purest form of promotion any author should hope to receive.
I suspect a few will read this entire diatribe. If you have and have an opinion or comment, please feel free to offer it. You are encouraged to share it as well.
“Every author should remember the reason, the motivation, the muse, that stirred him or her to pen their story in the first place.”
Here’s a story of a Trojan horse that turns a small South Georgia town into a panic as reluctant heroes face desperate choices. Little old Shiloh will never be the same in Purgatory, A Progeny’s Quest.
If you’ve never treated yourself to a novel by T.M. Brown, I recommend you start turning the pages of Purgatory, which in my estimation is pure literature. This story unfolds once again amid the patchwork of furrowed cotton and peanut fields of the South Georgia Christian community of Shiloh, where the townsfolk are getting ready to celebrate the annual Lightning Bug Festival — ol’ downhome country fun at its finest. But a storm is about to erupt. While folks fret they might lose their mayor to the Congressional swamp-water intrigue of Washington, an orphaned teenage girl appears on the scene in search of a mother who is long dead. But when one of Shiloh’s citizens purchases an armored limo with a checkered history at a Sheriff’s used-car auction, the town’s tranquility is shattered by the accumulation of dead bodies and broken hearts. Here’s a story that will keep you reading throughout the wee hours.
Jedwin Smith, author of I AM ISRAEL, Our Brother’s Keeper, and Fatal Treasure
Mysteries beset the citizenry of a small southern town that exudes “contagious, country-fried wholeness.” T. M. Brown peels back the layers of those mysteries like one peels an onion. As you approach the finale, better hold on to your hat!
Jameson Gregg, Georgia Author of the Year, author of Luck Be A Chicken, a comic novel
Weather in West Central Georgia is warming up as is the event schedule for Hometown Novel Nights (follow HNN on Facebook).
You’ve heard it said, April showers bring May flowers. Well, social events are returning to normal, more and more. Here’s what’s on the calendar, including live in-person hosted events beginning this month. Scroll all the way down to register for the May 20th Live In-Person Author Program hosted at the Newnan Carnegie Library, also simulcast on Zoom for those unable to attend in person. Or just follow this link to register today: Registration is required, so please visit: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/152138374975
Read below to see why everyone is asking about Hometown Novel Nights programs introducing local authors to a growing audience of readers!
Monday evening, May 10th, starting at 6:30 PM: HNN Writers Group – virtual on GoogleMeet. Saturday, May 15th, starting at 11 AM: HNN Writers Group – Newnanin-person gathering at Corner Arts Gallery in downtown Newnan. Visit HNN Writers Group on Facebook for more details. Do you have a WIP you want to submit (up to ten pages), visit the HNN Writers Group page to submit?
Corner Arts Gallery & Studios’ Local Author Book Nook will be featured out front of the store with #NewnanStrong t-shirts available to show our support for the Tornado Victims still recovering from last month’s natural disaster that struck Newnan. We encourage folks to show their support by patronizing all the locally owned merchants and restaurants in downtown Newnan. They all have sacrificially donated to help in the recovery.
I get the privilege of hosting Scott Ludwig as he discusses his latest non-fiction book that certainly will touch your heartstrings. Scott is the multi-talented author and columnist. His books have reached readers all over the world. —Mark your calendar!
BIG NEWS – Hometown Novel Nights returns with a live audience and authors at Newnan Carnegie Library’s Auditorium!
Georgia Authors off a “Spice of Variety”
Here’s a sample of the latest novels from our three talented Georgia authors, and our multi-talented Scott Ludwig returns as the moderator for the evening program. Click each image for more about the three authors featured this month.
Just your friendly neighborhood Adult Event coordinator for the Newnan Carnegie Library here! Thank you so much in your participation in our previous Hometown Novel Nights event hosted by Hometown Novel Nights. We’d like to invite you to register for our next HNN event on April 15th @ 6:30pm starring authors Heidi Chiavaroli, Gail Pallotta, and Kim Williams! It is a virtual Zoom meeting, so you can enjoy it from the comfort of your own home! Once registered, you will receive a confirmation email with the Zoom link so that you can access the live event! I hope to see you there!