Prayer is a way... quote from Summer Kinard's Can't Buy Me Love

Can’t Buy Me Love is the Kindle Daily Deal in romance for July 25th.

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What inspired Can’t Buy Me Love?

Years ago, I was sitting with a group of women at an all-day scrapbooking party. After admiring one woman’s amazing vacation photos, we got to talking about what would happen to such a beautiful book if the relationship failed and the scrapper married someone else. These books can take hundreds of hours to assemble, so they would be hard to let go. We explored options: a box in a closet or an unused drawer, but they all seemed too awkward. The consensus was that the book would have to be thrown out. I guess that conversation stuck in my craw.

Are the places in your book real?

Most of them are; some are thinly veiled or slightly fictionalized versions of real places. Durham is a vibrant, homespun city that loves life. I wanted to capture some of the zest of the local food and community scenes in the book.

I didn’t know there was such an active freegan movement in Durham. How did you find out about it?

There is a very active reuse and freecycle community here, along with strong environmentalism. There may also be freegans, but mine are imagined, I’m afraid.

There are a lot of Catholics in your book. Are you Catholic?

I grew up around a lot of good people who described themselves as “bad Catholics” for one reason or another. I’m Episcopalian by way of other denominations, but Catholicism was part of the atmosphere of my early years.

The shrine plays a major role in Vanessa’s healing and self-acceptance. Tell us about it.

When I was a girl, my Great Aunt Max lived in a Victorian house in Galveston, Texas, where my huge extended family often gathered. Her dining room was fifteen feet high by thirty feet long, and a buffet stretched nearly that entire length. The first four or five feet was a big shrine. She had lots of tall glass votive candles, some plain and some with saints. There were loads of prayer cards, church fans, tiny saint figurines, saint medals, flowers from funerals, family photos, crosses, and rosaries. I think she kept holy water, too. The smell of Aunt Max’s buffet table shrine is my first idea of what God might smell like.

When I wanted to give Vanessa a way to make a place for love in her life, I knew that she really needed a physical space to gather meaningful objects. Her fruit bowl was the start of that ingathering of life. Making and keeping up the shrine gave her a way to value the whole of her life, even the hurtful parts.

I think God does that to us, comes into the middle of our lives and calls everything holy. That’s what the shrine meant to me, and what I wanted to give Vanessa.

Read more at my page on Light Messages Publishers’ site.