JPQ: Higgins, you’re back, I see. Turning up like a bad penny…
KH: Yes, Jaunty, and thank you for having me! Always lovely to see you.
JPQ: So SOMEBODY TO LOVE is the story of a quietly heroic porcupine who has loved a certain hedgehog all his life and finally gets his chance when she loses everything and needs someone—namely me—to charge up on a white horse and save her. Correct?
KH: Well…
JPQ: Finally! Porcupine romance—Po-Ro, as I like to call it—is so underrated! It’s about time—
KH: Actually, the book is more about humans, Jaunty. Parker Welles has it all: great kid, beautiful home, interesting career, plenty of money. That is, until her career comes to a grinding halt, her father bankrupts her and she has to move. The only thing left she has is a decrepit house on the northern coast of Maine and a few weeks without her son to flip it. When her dad’s wingman comes up to help, she can’t turn away his help, as much as she’d like to. James Cahill has nursed a crush on Parker for years, but given his relationship with her dad, it’s no wonder she’s suspicious of him. He’s got a few weeks to change her mind, and he’s determined to make the best of it.
JPQ: So it’s not about porcupines?
KH: Well, no. But please note that the word “porcupine” is used on page 237 of my book. That’s you, babe.
JPQ: In what context? As handsome as a porcupine? As brave? As heroic? As—
KH: Actually, the quote is something like “James stared at her, his hands jammed in his pockets, from the back porch, irritable as a hungover porcupine.”
JPQ: (a long silence). Really?
KH: Yep.
JPQ: You said that?
KH: Yes.
JPQ: Oh, Kristan! Thank you!
KH: You’re welcome! This is the third time you’ve come up in a book, Jaunty. Can’t say that porcupine references are raining down from my sister Quills, can you? Anyway, I love a lot of things about this book, especially the challenge Parker has in front of her. She’s from a wealthy family, so when she’s reminded that she owns the house in Maine, she naturally expects something on the posh side. What she gets is much different. If I may, Jaunty…
JPQ: Sure. Why not? Since you put me in the book and all.
97 Shoreline Drive was on the ocean side of the road; the hill was steep as it rose from the harbor, and it was clear why there weren’t many other houses around—most of them had probably fallen victim to storms over the years.
The shack sat on cement pilings, a two-foot gap between the earth and the house. No basement, clearly. She walked around the house slowly, the grass up to her knees. Were there mice in there? Probably. She shuddered. She hated mice. Her father liked to dangle them over Apollo’s cage before dropping them to their doom.
Upon further inspection, she saw that the shack was—or had once been—an actual house, like something Nicky would draw–a square box with a triangle on top. The gray shingles had warped, pulling away from the side of the house like eyelashes, and great shards of paint peeled from the once-white trim. The roof was patchy and battered, complete with crumbling chimney, but at least there was some form of heating, she guessed. All the windows were boarded, and the aluminum screen door was off its hinges, leaning against a rusting front door. Clearly, people had tried to break in over the years—there were dents all around the door handle, and the small window pane was broken.
“Bite the bullet,” she said aloud. “Time to go inside and view your inheritance.”
The key Thing One had supplied fit fine. Had he known this was her house? Had Harry? Think they might’ve given her a hint at what lay ahead?
Parker turned the lock, which slid open after some wiggling. The door was warped, however and stuck fast, so she shoved harder, using her shoulder. Once, twice, three times, and bam, it opened.
Pitch dark inside. She groped on the wall for a light switch and got lucky. Someone had turned on the electricity (or it had never been turned off), and a harsh yellow light momentarily blinded her.
Permanently blinded might’ve been better.
Parker closed her mouth, then opened it to swear, then realized that she didn’t know a word bad enough.
Aunt Julia had been a hoarder.
KH: So Parker’s got her work cut out for her! And I admit—I love this type of book, when a person goes to a strange town and takes on a big project. The help of a handsome, shirtless hottie never hurts. Thanks for letting me talk about my book, Jaunty!
SOMEBODY TO LOVE has already accrued some lovely reviews and honors, including a starred review in The Library Journal. It’s been called “quite possibly the perfect romance novel,” by reviewer Kat Latham, and Romance Junkies deemed the book “Kristan Higgins at her finest…charming and heartbreaking…utterly lovely from start to finish.”
A PORTION OF THE FIRST WEEK’S SALES (April 24-May 1, 2012, and that includes pre-orders) will go to Save the Children, a charity near and dear to Parker’s heart (and the author’s)! To order the book, please click whichever link you prefer.
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