Devon Trevarrow Flaherty - Benevolent
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If you were hiring a PR person, and I happened to come in for an interview, you would give me a sympathetic smile and a firm hand shake and send me on my way. And then my resume would find its way into your trash bin (or recycling, if you are a good person). The point is, I am no PR person.
And yet, one of my best friends has long called me a “promoter.” Back when we used to actually see each other’s faces every day, I would come to her with some exasperating problem, and she would listen patiently and nod her head and then when I had exhausted myself and had to suck in for breath, she would nod sagely and say, “That’s because you’re a promoter.”
In my husband’s language (slightly edited), I am a no-bull person. I am honest to a fault, so that I cannot tell (or sell) a lie. I cannot even sell something I may feel lukewarm about. But when I am passionate, I am going to pull everyone I see on board with me to buy it and love it and stay loyal to it. If I’m not day-dreaming, I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve… or at least my honest feelings on my face.
Problem is, I am still just an average gal. I have a knack for big-picture thinking and creativity and all that, but that’s not at all what it takes to do the PR thing. I’m sitting here with this lovely book that I’ve written, just dying to get every Tom, Dick, and Harry to read the darn thing and then give me five star reviews all over the internet, but what does it take to do that? How do I get people’s attention? How do I throw out an image or a line or even a whole blog (thank you if you are still there) that makes someone love my book, too?
I don’t honestly know. Like I said, you wouldn’t hire me for PR. And yet, I am my PR. Lucky me. So I guess what I’ll go with is honesty, for no bull. I’ll share my journey(-slash-blog) with you and with whoever in ear-shot will listen to my passionate rant, and if I can snag some readers and some great reviews along the way, I’ll consider myself lucky.
Benevolent is, after all, a pretty darn good book (at least according to two international awards and a handful of happy readers) . Or, in the words of one reviewer or another, “an unbelievably imaginative novel,” an “astounding novel that will result in beautiful repercussions” and “a must-read for anyone who loves a solid coming-of-age tale packed with emotion and life.” Or, as a really truly PR person might put it, “…perfectly drawn…” “spell-binding…” “…a wonderland…” Exclamation point!
Gaby LeFevre is a suburban, Midwestern firecracker, growing up in the 80s and 90s and looking to save the world one homeless person, centenarian, and orphan at a time. With her crew of twin sister, Annie, smitten Mikhail, frenemy Mel, and wanderlust friend Afentra, she’s a pamphlet-wielding humanitarian, tackling a broken world full of heroes and heroines, villains and magical seeds, and saturated with variations of the Northwyth legends. Beginning with a roadkill-burying nine-year-old and a gas-leak explosion, Benevolent follows Gaby from her formative years; through her awakening (as an imposing, legendary Queen nearly smashes her to bits under her steed’s hooves); through high school drama; a college career filled with an epic term paper, a building fire, and a protest-gone-bad; to Israel, a land full of romance and mysticism. It all ends back in metro-Detroit with a cataclysmic clash to resolve all good intentions. Accidents abound in Gaby’s life. As does love. And, thankfully, as does mercy. Meanwhile, Benevolent is woven with tales of The Queen, The Angel, Jaden the Great, and The Sage. Are they figments of John’s and Mercedes’ imaginative stories? Or are they something more? You’ll want to find out for yourself.
Devon is a writer in the Durham, North Carolina area. She is originally from metro Detroit, Michigan. She is a mommy, a wife, a hobby yogi, photographer, painter, and foodie. She has been writing seriously since her very earliest brushes with literature, and has published articles, poems, and photography in literary journals and magazines. She received a bachelors in philosophy and was an assistant editor and freelance editor for ten years, during which she wrote copy for and contributed to various research materials. She has been blogging since 2008, first with The Green Notebook and then with The Starving Artist. She is launching her career as a lifelong novelest with the independent release of her first novel, Benevolent. More is on the way.