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Beth Hautala is author of Waiting For Unicorns, and The Ostrich And Other Lost Things. She lives with her husband and four children in northern Minnesota where she strives to write stories that tie heart and imagination together. 



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Week Five ARC Giveaway—Memory

Sorry we are off to a late start on the giveaway this week! I'm backing up the week's deadline so you have a bit more time to participate before I choose the winning names.

This week I want to touch on the significance of memory in everyday life . . . In WAITING FOR UNICORNS, Talia has been surviving emotionally off memories of her mother. —The way she looked, the things they did together, her words, her stories . . . But Talia comes to find that she is not the only one who has memories of this woman who is so special to her. Also, she has brought herself into each of her memories. As do we all.
     Someone else may 'know' someone we have also known, but know them differently! Just as our relationships in real time are unique, our memories—past tense—are also unique. Even when they orbit the same thing.

Question #5)
Do you have a memory, uniquely yours, of a person or a place or an event? Have you ever found that someone else also has a memory of that same person, place, or event, but that it is completely different? Has it surprised you? Has it made your own memory better or worse, or just different?

Leave your response in the comments for a chance to win one of three ARCs of WAITING FOR UNICORNS. Winners will be announced Wednesday Nov 26th. 

Reader Comments (2)

It's an old cottonwood tree in the backyard of my childhood home. But it was also my refuge, my own space, my HOME. To my (many) siblings, it was just an occasional climbing tree--and not a very exciting one, at that. I've never cared, though, because it is forever my tree.

November 21, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterKassie

Next month it's six years that my husband proposed to me. But to me it seems as if it was yesturday. One night he took me to a room filled with candles and an armchair in the middle. When I saw it, I realized what was about to happen, I sat down, listened to what he had to say and when he asked me if I'll be his wife, with tears in my eyes I said yes.

When later we were telling the story to our family, it turned out that according to my husband it happened a bit different. He says that once I saw the room filled with candles I started crying, I answered 'yes' before he finished the question and he didn't hear it since he was still speaking but seeing me crying very hard, he assumed I had said yes.

It was funny to hear how different and stronger were my reactions that what I thought they were. It just made the memory of that night complete :)

November 22, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterIzabela

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