Colors Like Memories

By: Meradeth Houston on 12:21 PM

 I've been meaning to post a little more about my novel on here, as I realized there's next to nothing on here about it! Certainly didn't mean to do that. Anyhow, my May 2012 release, currently titled COLORS LIKE MEMORIES goes a little like this:

Julia has a secret: she killed the guy she loved. It was an accident—sort of. In order to save her best friend's life, she's going to have to face her past, but her ghosts won't make it easy. Especially his.

Julia is a Sary, the soul of a child who died before taking her first breath. Without this 'breath of life' she and others like her must help those on the verge of suicide. It's a job Julia used to enjoy, until the accident that claimed her boyfriend’s life—an accident she knows was her fault. If living with the guilt weren't enough, she's now assigned to help a girl dealing with the loss of her mother, something Julia's not exactly the best role model for. If she can't figure out a way to help her, Julia's going to lose her position in the Sary, something she swore to her boyfriend would never happen.

When Edison arrives at school, Julia's plan to focus on her work is thrown into chaos. Somehow, he knows way too much about her past. To make matter worse, Edison sparks more than just her curiosity. But he's one more distraction, and Julia has no time, especially when she accidentally reveals her true identity to her assignment. To help her grieving friend, she'll have to face her past—it’s the only way she, and her best friend, will heal. But to do so she’s going to have to return to the scene of crime and relive every vivid detail of what happened the day of the accident. If she can’t accept what happened, she’ll be forced to leave the Sary and lose any chance she had at saving her assignment’s life. It’ll take learning to trust Edison, and herself, to face the true color of her memories.

(Maybe not the best blurb, but this is literally the 20th draft of it, and it's also the query I used when I contacted MuseItUp publishing, so it's got that going for it :) I had a TON of help writing this thing, too, and so I must send a million thanks to those people who have helped me out! 

Oh, and the title comes from a quote by Jorge Luis Borges, from his 1926 “A History of Angels.” I love the ending of his short essay, which goes like this:

“I always imagine them at nightfall, in the dusk of a slum or a vacant lot, in that long quiet moment when things are gradually left alone, with their backs to the sunset, and when colors are like memories or premonitions of other colors. We must not be too prodigal with our angels; they are the last divinities we harbor, and they might fly away.”

Beautiful, right? 

So, yeah, I'll post more later about this adventure I'm starting, and I do hope you'll check in!