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Saturday, May 3, 2014



There was a bad girl who wanted to be good.

           A good girl who wanted a friend.

                    And a lonely ghost of a murdered boy.

This is not going to be the story you expect.



Have you ever noticed' I said, "how everyone says they want to be different, 

but as soon as they meet someone who really is different, they ostracize them?” 

 “The thing to remember when you're writing is, it's not whether or not what you put on paper is true. 

It's whether it wakes a truth in your reader.” 

Maxine got an odd look. "You must have seen Ghost."
       This was good, I thought. A nickname was a start.
"How'd he get the name?" I asked, though I could guess from the way he kept disappearing on me.
"Because he really is a ghost. People have been seeing him for years."
I waited for a punch line, but it didn't come.
"You're kidding," I said.
"Why would I joke about something like that?"
"I don't know."
"If you don't believe me," she said, "ask somebody else. Though I should warn you. Popular wisdom has it that only losers ever see him."
"Oh, great."

You can't stand up to the night until you understand what's hiding in its shadows.

“I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree.

Or under a hill.

I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don’t want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.”

 This is the story of Imogene, who’s just moved to the Canadian city of Newford,

a place where the barriers between natural and supernatural are gossamer thin,

after spending a few years as part of a gang in Tyson (and before that growing up on a hippie commune). 

She makes friends with Maxine, the “loser girl” at high school, 

and starts trying to live a normal life for the first time. 

But when she attracts the attention of the high school’s ghost, Adrian, 

 and then the attention of Adrian’s malicious fairy friends, life becomes more than a little hellish.


  1. Maxine I recognize, but Imogene? Is this something new? Or is this a different Maxine?

    Hope the healing continues. And thanks for the offer of the audio, but the copy I have is fine. I like 'Her Bones' a lot, so far. When I'm reading it, I'm comparing it to Fitzgerald's The Last Tycoon. It's standing up well.

  2. Its a while since I have read Charles de Lint (some of which I like very much), and I haven't read this one. I may have to reread some, and pick up this one. Thank you.

  3. I just added this to my TBR List. Thanks for sharing:)

  4. D.G.:
    As a tribute to Charles de Lint, I used his name for the principal who asks McCord for help in END OF DAYS and I used the name Maxine for the goblin princess.

    The offer still stands. THE LAST TYCOON you're comparing me with?

    Fitzgerald is an oak. I am but an acorn. Ratatosk, the Asgardian squirrel, just made a rude noise.

    THE LAST TYCOON needed a romantic realist, which Fitzgerald was.

    It required a lively sense of the fantastic, which he had.

    It demanded the kind of intuitive perceptions which were his in abundance. I can't help but come off poorly when compared with his best book. But it is a grand compliment! Thank you.

    Elephant's Child:
    I think you will like THE BLUE GIRL. In the end, despite its fantastic premise, it is a story of friendship and coming to terms with your own flaws.

    Thanks for always visiting. It makes my cyber-home warmer. :-)

    I believe you will like its magic and warmth. Thank you for sharing my kind of reading tastes! :-)

  5. This sounds like a really great read. Tweeted!

  6. Shelly:
    That is very kind of you. Thanks! Friends are the only wealth we truly have in this life and the only treasures we can hope to find in the next. :-)

  7. I am confused, but that's OK. The Last Tycoon is so far the only Fitzgerald book that has spoken to me, so anything holding up well in comparison must be very good indeed. Except I am confused....never mind. I am so glad too that we are friends, Roland. Samson agrees and send his regards.

  8. Inger:
    I think D.G. likens HER BONES ARE IN THE BADLANDS to THE LAST TYCOON because they both deal with a studio head in the early days of Hollywood.

    Let me know if that helped with your confusion. Give Samson a hug for me. And I am really glad we are friends!

  9. Dropped by and saw I was causing confusion, so thought I'd try to explain. I was thinking of the two studio heads in both stories as you said Roland, but also because there's more going on than meets the eye in both stories. One director hiding his illness (in The Last Tycoon), and Sam McCord hiding his identify.

    I was comparing the writing rather than the story. You understood my intent I hope. I should edit myself better.

  10. D.G.:
    I understood what you meant. Indeed, I can see where Sam hiding his true identity would remind you of the Last Tycoon hiding his illness.

    The ghost of Fitzgerald is even now reading HER BONES and grumbling about upstarts with delusions of grandeur! :-)