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I am very grateful for the outpouring of praise for my latest book my memoir about my life with Pat Conroy TELL ME A STORY. I’d like you all to know that I read everyone of them and the private messages. Until recently (about beginning of March 2020) I was on an extensive book tour where I tried to meet as many of you, my wonderful readers, as I could… Sadly, the world has taken a scary turn; my prayers are with all of you…
And I have been reading the books of Ms. Frank and Ms. Monroe to add a bit of serious levity to my usual reading as a way of dealing with the Covid Lockdown, having been a teenager going to Sullivans and IOP during the pertinent times. .
I was so moved by Tell Me a Story, and I'm so grateful you wrote and shared it. Your compassion infused each page, whether you were recounting hilarious moments or heartbreaking ones.
I lost both my parents within three months of one another (my dad to pancreatic cancer). My mom, with one of her few but final pieces of advice said, "Have faith in yourself. And do what I would want you to do." She knew that faith in myself was often hard to come by, and following her guidance, even when she would no longer be there, would be easier.
I think your husband would have been so proud of your book. I'm glad he's in your writing room with you.
I had the great pleasure of meeting him once. I'd been a big fan for many years and was so excited to see him speak at an old church outside Chicago during his Death of Santini book tour. I am shy with those I admire, but I forced myself to stand in line for a signing after his talk. The line was long and I kept thinking he must be exhausted, and so I wanted to keep my comments to the very briefest when I met him.
When it was finally my turn, I approached hesitantly and mumbled something about how much I enjoy his work. Somehow I also mentioned that I like to write and that he'd been an inspiration.
He beamed at me and asked me about my writing. He took time to inscribe the book. I remember telling him that I liked his narration of My Reading Life. He said that he hated his own voice. I told him that I didn't, and that I could hear his voice while I read his work. I didn't want to keep him. I told him that he was a treasure and I thanked him. As I walked away, he called to me.
"Andy," he said. I turned. "Let me know if you get your book published. I'll remember you. I can be your first blurb."
Just like I didn't like finishing his books because they would be over (same with Tell Me a Story), I didn't want to read his inscription right away. I waited until I got home and sat down at my desk. You've probably seen the words he wrote before: "For the love of writing. Go deeper. Go even deeper." Those words stay with me always.
I did write up my encounter with him that very night and submitted it to a literary magazine that had published a couple of my stories. They had asked for a piece about me, and instead I told them about my meeting with your husband. I intentionally left out the part about the blurb, which might be my favorite part, for fear that if they published it and someone read it, they might bug him for a blurb. It was fun to read in your book about how much joy he derived from helping starting authors.
My essay was published, and if you'd like to read it, let me know.
I look forward to reading more of your work. Thank you so much,
I grabbed your book remembering it and thinking it had only been purchased maybe 6 months back. I was there for 7 weeks and now after returning to the beach, finished it only moments ago.
Shirley passed away October 1, 2014 after 42 and 1/2 years of marriage. We started dating for 2 and 1/2 years when she was 17. Before that we were the new kids at school with her family moving from Birmingham and mine from Richmond. We met and immediately became friends for two years before dating. Charles Martin's book, When Crickets Cry, was recommend to me by a councilor four years ago. It touched my heart. Yours did too. My story is different than yours, but in you telling yours, it helped move me further along. Thank you for sharing your story. It's beautiful.
We all grew up in the church. (I had two aunts who were Sunday Wives). I now have two authors whose books I cannot put down although I do not want them to end. Cassandra, you know who the other one is. Same Sweet Girls just arrived in the mail and seems like the logical next step. God bless you Cassandra King Conroy.
I was saddened and devastated to hear of his death. My own father died when I was four from pancreatic cancer.
Your book gave me a new perspective of the man and his life and I am so grateful you told your story! Thank you for the many laughs, along with your sorrows. I can’t imagine how hard it was to tell this story.
I’m on the way to my library to check out two of your books that are available now and I hope to read them all in the future!
Take care of yourself during this pandemic and I’m hoping we are all here to tell future generations about how we got through it together.
It is touching and heartfelt and in away soothing I hope for you it was for me. Keep writing what you know ! It is easy to forgive as time seems to make it easier, but hard to forget no matter how much time passes. Hopefully someday we’ll meet in Beaufort to say hello in passing through life’s adventure. Until then stay safe, healthy and keep writing. We all have stories to tell but some are told by great and unique people like yourself. Enjoy life
Thank you for sharing your story.
“The chaos of life makes us forget that sometimes, if we don’t get too distracted by the wreckage, the losses and heartbreaks, we’re offered a glimpse of something better, maybe even something we can call divine.”
I have found so much in both “The Sunday Wife” and “Tell Me A Story” that resonates with my own life as a former HS English teacher and life with a second husband. Thank you.
Last week I finished The Sunday wife and today I finished Tell Me A Story. What a gift they have been. My mother IS a minister’s wife and your story was filled with so many people and situations that we knew personally. I kept saying that no imagination could have made it up and now I know why, your own life presented those examples. Thank you for sharing your journey and especially your love of Pat. He was so lucky to have found you and I just wanted you to know that books from both of you have meant a great deal to me. Thank you. Jennifer
Peace in your heart, Mary Margaret
I bought Tell Me a Story when you were coming to a book signing in Panama City Beach and it will also be a book I will enjoy over and over. I laughed and cried during parts of the story.
I am so glad that Pat found someone like you who loved and enjoyed him and he returned that love. I know he was cranky sometimes but all relationships have their cranky moments. Thank you for a stunning story. The owner of your sweet and soulful book. Phyllis