And The Oscar Goes To…

Photo Credit: Graham Kingsley

Writing is apparently a useful skill to have. News stories in the past couple of days have highlighted a teacher using it for therapy, Real Housewife of New York Bethenny Frankel releasing a book about being a single mom after her divorce, and just recently, the Inquisitr reported on a story about a wife writing to the staff of Elle Magazine to ask advice about her husband poisoning her.

Talk about a cry for help! Writing a letter to the local police department would probably have been more effective if she was afraid the phones were tapped.

I have to give major brownie points to Brazil. Though the following is about reading and they have recently been in the news for the mass death at a nightclub, (Gawker recently did an article about the girl who used her last breath to post a Facebook status asking for help in the burning club), they have committed to expanding the horizons of prisoners.

Called “Redemption Through Reading” Brazilian inmates will be able to read up to 12 works of literature, philosophy, science or classics to trim a maximum 48 days off their sentence each year. Prisoners have no more than four weeks to read a book and write an essay, which must “make correct use of paragraphs, be free of corrections, use margins and legible joined-up writing”.

It sounds like an amazing idea, and while it will be reserved for the prisons’ more notorious inmates, for some reason I don’t think the night club owner will be able to apply for the program.

Awards season is upon us, and I’m not talking about the SAG Awards. I’m talking about the Young Adult Literature Awards which are basically the superbowl for young adult literature.

For entertainment value, and in honor of the great literature showcased at the Young Adult Literature Awards today, the following is a list of ten books that I found particularly interesting.

Writing can also bring prestige, a loyal tribe numbering in the thousands of (sometimes fanatic) followers, and mega financial stability—but only if your name is or resembles John Grisham, J.K. Rowling, or is listed below.

1. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz
“Aristotle is an angry teen with a brother in prison. Dante is a know-it-all who has an unusual way of looking at the world. When the two meet at the swimming pool, they seem to have nothing in common.” I really wanted to read a book about two young Latino boys and how they change each other’s lives. I think there needs to be more positive books with teenage male protagonists

2.  The One and Only Ivan by Katherine Applegate

A first person account of a gorilla, Ivan, a baby elephant Ruby, and how he grows to see his surroundings differently

3. Splendors and Glooms by Laura Amy Schultz
Set in Victorian London 1860, the story follows a puppeteer and a young girl Clara who is spellbound by his craft.
4. Three Times Lucky by Sheila Turnage
“Full of wisdom, humor, and grit, this timeless yarn will melt the heart of even the sternest Yankee” according to Goodreads, and I was sold at that.
5. Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein
Historical fiction about two girls from completely different circles becoming best friends while fighting in World War II? Don’t mind if I do.
6. Pete the Cat and His Four Groovy Buttons by James Dean
This just sounds like it could be by new favorite picture book—a cool cat who is completely nonchalant about his style.
7. Dodger by Terry Pratchett
The book contains lots of historical cameos and apparently Charles Dickens living vicariously through Pratchett.
8. The White Bicycle by Beverley Brenna
A few words made me take a second look at this book: Asperger’s Syndrome, Taylor Jane’s travels to the south of France and babysitting for the Phoenix family.
9. The Fault In Our Stars by John Green
A story about a cancer patient, who was diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer at 13 and preparing to die—sounds absolutely haunting.
10. In Darkness by Nick Lake
The aftermath of a Haitian earthquake involves a boy named Shorty, whispers of Toussaint L’Ouverture, and gangsters. I’m intrigued.

If I’m in luck, my bookshelf will forgive me in a couple of years for adding sweet goodness to its bloated system.

NaNoWriMo Aftermath: Make a Killer Pot Roast

Photographed by Julia Freeman-Woolpert and Madaise, respectively. Used with permission.

Now that I can finally see my feet because my distended belly from all the turkey and general holiday goodness has gone down, I have a chance to convey my mostly positive feelings about National Novel Writing Month, better known as NaNoWriMo.

They are summed up in three quotes* about writing:

“It is perfectly okay to write garbage—as long as you edit brilliantly.” -C.J. Cherryh

“I firmly believe every book was meant to be written.” -Marchette Chute

“Put down everything that comes into your head and then you’re a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff’s worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.”-Colette

This is also what I’ve come to judge my own writing by. I don’t know of anyone who simply tosses words on paper and serves them up to a publishing company ready to be signed, sealed, and delivered to readers. The movement itself is a fantastic idea, but any good thing can be—and sometimes definitely is—taken advantage of.

When I first heard of NaNoWriMo, I thought it was the name of an ancient Native American burial ground. Wisconsin is full of cities and towns based off of Native American names, so I had reason to believe it might be connected with one or the other. Try saying Waukesha, Oconomowoc, Wauwatosa, or my home city, Milwaukee. Maybe you can—they have a tendency to roll right off the tongue.

Before I was inducted into the secret society that is NaNoWriMo, I thought of book writing as something organic, like making a nice pot roast. Seasoning it (writing the words, taking a break), trimming any fat, putting it in a pot, browning it (revising, editing, taking another break), and finally finishing it with garnish and serving (prepping for publication or recreational reading after more revision, then selling).

Everyone has a different way of making pot roast, meaning you use vegetables or maybe you choose a different type of seasoning. But some of those steps are vital. If you skip putting it in the pot or trimming the fat, you’re going to end up with a hot (or cold) mess.

Sometimes this is what happens after NaNoWriMo—skipping the trimming and vital preparation to go straight to garnishing and serving. Instead, participants should see NaNoWriMo as a starting point and a huge head start to a wonderful book.

That said, NaNoWriMo is a movement that I am excited to join the ranks of again soon. Whether participants actually do finish their 50,000 words is one thing, but knowing that people across the globe are toiling the same way you are, pushing out pages like gasps between labor pushes, has a certain allure.

It is a source of fragile inspiration welded together with iron determination to reach a goal. I find myself wishing that I could fully devote myself to participating this year and anticipating next year when I’ll probably have a chance to.

According to the NaNoWriMo history on its website, which reads almost like a novel laughing at itself during the process, NaNoWriMo started in 1999.  It quickly took off and grew into a hugely successful movement.

I can admire the spirit of the twenty-one creators who quickly matured from idealists into entrepreneurs. If they hadn’t risen to the occasion, the movement would probably never have the momentum it does now.

Part of the reason why NaNoWriMo is so successful is that the movement continues to operate out of the same idealistic and creative spirit it started with. The history examines the trials, pitfalls and adjustments the creators had to make, but for the most part, the vision has remained relatively unscathed. That alone is commendable because it’s difficult for many movements to achieve.

However, the freedom, raw natural talent, and inclination to cast off limitations, albeit within a limited deadline, has continued to make NaNoWriMo a success. The trade-off has spawned thousands of novels, a few of which have been published by major companies.

If you participated in NaNoWriMo last month, invest in your literary pot roast. You will probably feel just as fulfilled as if you made an actual pot roast and ate it with family.

*quotes are used with the permission of


By John Winn

No, this isn’t about Prohibition, alcohol, or Ken Burns documentaries.

This upcoming Saturday, Sept. 29th, Hennens Observer and the High Point Public Library in High Point, North Carolina will have the honor of hosting author and public speaking coach Carol Roan for an hours-long interactive talk and Q and A addressing the pratfalls–and possibilities–of public speaking. Roan is a 30 year veteran public speaking coach and motivational speaker who has worked with hundreds of clients over a long career spanning from opera divas to average Joes and Joanettes applying for job interviews. A signing of Roan’s books Speak Easy (pictured above) and Speak Up will follow. As always, refreshments will be provided.

If you are a writer or author in the final stages of polishing up your Great American Novel or just someone who wants to learn more about speaking in front of a live audience, we cannot overestimate how important this meeting will be.  So much of the marketing and promotion of novels and books these days depends on writers being able to read and promote their work in public–someones for many days and weeks at a time.  Being able to read and enounciate your work in a clear, concise–and dramatic–way is often as critical to capturing a reader’s interest as a brilliantly designed book cover.  As a coach, Roan comes highly recommended, not just from clients but also members of the Hennen’s family.  

We’ll be getting the word out through traditional media as well as Twitter in the run-up to the meeting, so if you miss this post by any chance trust me you’ll hear about it soon in you local paper (if you live in the Piedmont) or on Twitter or Facebook.  So if you’re truly invested in seeing your literary dreams thrive, please come and see us in High Point next weekend.  Not to mention, it’s totally free of charge!

Social Media Coordinator (and managing editor) John Winn is Hennen’s Twitterer in Chief.  In addition to writing for Hennen’s, His work has been featured in A Twist of Noir, Lightning Flash, Racket Magazine, and plenty of other online magazines.  He lives in Greensboro, North Carolina.

Movie Monday: Missing

By Alexandria Harris

Premise: An American writer goes missing in a Latin American country and those close to him spend the entire movie trying to find out what happened to him.

Best Quotes:

“They can’t hurt us, we’re Ameericans!”-Charlie

“I guess he’s trying to be a writer.” -Mr. Harmon, when asked about his son’s occupation.

“Sometimes I honestly think that that boy is incapable of doing anything, except of course give idealistic speeches or write novels that will never be published.”-Mr. Harmon

I honestly don’t know what I was expecting out of this movie. In the very beginning, they had a voice over stating the movie depicted true events and names had been changed to protect people and the film. It was hard to be funny or lighthearted about the film because it made no attempt at being one. It was chilling and was almost separate from any emotion I tried to muster up to connect with it.

It starts in chaos. We’re in an unnamed Latin American country (supposedly Chile) and fear is in the air. Latin American military troops are everywhere, killing, sacking, and keeping order. For some reason, tons of Americans are in this Latin American country and trying to leave.

In the first scene, Charlie Harmon and his friend Terry are rushing to get back before curfew. They stay in a hotel because they can’t get home. Terry asks Charlie if he thinks it’s a good idea to be taking a lot of notes, to which he makes an entry saying that very thing.

In the morning, they go home to Charlie’s wife Beth. She was very worried about them because gunfire could be heard everywhere. Beth wants to leave with Charlie and Terry and so all three of them go to try and get to the airport.

Beth goes on ahead of them while Charlie and Terry try to leave another way. They are stopped by the military when two men have Terry at gunpoint and walk her over to a secluded area where they search her.

Terry and Charlie get out of that situation safely and take advice from a freelance writer from New York to hole up in a safe place until they can get out of the country and not to go to the consulate because it’s a mile away and the streets were literally murder.

Beth goes to see Frank, who is a friend of hers and Charlie. Frank is an American and explains that the country has turned into a free fire zone.

She leaves, but misses her bus and isn’t able to get another. She tries to get a taxi, but they are either hurrying trying to get back before curfew or they won’t take her where she needs to go.

The curfew announcement sounds and Beth sticks to the shadows, hiding along buildings. She bumps into a store display and the lights come on because the store owner is hiding there. She begs him for help, but he refuses so she hides in the street between buildings.

She arrives home to meet Charlie, but the house is ransacked. A neighbor comes to tell her that the soldiers came in the night. He did not see Charlie, but warns Beth to leave because they might come back.

Meanwhile, Charlie’s dad Mr. Harmon is trying to find him through efforts in Washington but isn’t getting anywhere through various state departments. He decides to go down to the country and meet with the ambassadors to find out what’s going on.

Charlie hasn’t been captured by the military, he isn’t in any hospitals, and all the neighbors have been interviewed. He seems to have literally disappeared.

Mr. Harmon does not trust Beth, because she is married to Charlie and apparently has the same idealistic spirit that he does.

Beth is rude to the ambassador and U.S. government officials when visiting them because they have stonewalled her for the past two weeks. Mr. Harmon thinks she is being unreasonable and is irritated with her.

The two meet with Terry, who describes the last time she saw Charlie and how they ran into a man in the navy who was pretending to be French and apparently spilling military secrets with them. They took notes, and Terry explained that Charlie told her how odd it was that the American navy man would tell them so much.

Terry and Beth tell Mr. Harmon about meeting an American official who told them if they needed anything to call him. They do so after Charlie disappears, but the intoxicated man tries making passes at both of them. They lock the door to their room and hide from him.

With this Mr. Harmon finally believes that things are not what they seem in this unnamed Latin American country.

Suffice it to say, I was bored forty minutes into the movie and I had another hour and forty minutes to go. It is very dark and has the same monotonous tone through the whole thing.

The audience can tell who the villains are, but that there is no hope. The thing that holds the movie together is the relationship between Beth and Mr. Harmon as they try to find out what happened to Charlie.

The movie is very political–and the art of writing is portrayed in a negative light. Mr. Harmon seemed to imply that Charlie had gotten himself into the whole mess because he was a writer  I would also argue that writing is just another metaphor for freedom. In the same way Mr. Harmon disapproves of Charlie’s writing and idealism, the Latin American government disapproves of their people having freedom of expression.

It’s very interesting that the beginning of the movie says these are all true events and the end of the movie has an official statement by the Department of State declaring that these events never happened.

I didn’t enjoy this movie because it was more about the shadow of a writer instead of how writing affects our lives. Mr. Harmon didn’t approve of his son’s writing and it made for a toxic relationship. The movie was also way more political than I thought it would be.

The emotion was there, but because of the corrupt nature of the government, you already knew what was going to happen. You know there’s not a happy ending and the road there is just shy of suspenseful, just slightly off kilter. Sissy Spacek and Jack Lemmon give great performances, but if I evaluate it from my current system, I’d have to give it 3/10 stars.

Alexandria Harris is a writer and former reporter on WSUM 91.7. When she isn’t watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy on repeat, she tweets regularly as @_ALHarris. Alexandria lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Movie Monday: An Angel At My Table

By Alexandria Harris

 This movie was a soap opera gone wrong. It was an emotional roller coaster of awkwardness, pain, and sadness. It was also a bit abrupt and choppy, which could be because it was meant to be viewed as a miniseries instead of a very long movie.

The premise of this movie is the life of New Zealand writer Janet Frame who looks like the could be the twin sister of Orphan Annie. Her love of reading is shone at an early age when she reads books to her siblings and her teacher assigns their class to write poems. After this, her dad gives her a notebook for more poems.

Fast forward into her teen years, Janet is still reading to her younger siblings and the oldest child has died in the river. At the ripe of age of twelve, Janet decided she wanted to be a poet instead of a teacher.

Part two begins with Janet going to college to study teaching at the wishes of her parents. Apparently college-age Jane liked to spend time in cemeteries waxing and waning about poetry and the meaning of life. Jane found herself teaching and pretending that it was what she wanted to do.

She has a series of breakdowns and is admitted to the psychiatric ward of a hospital at the prodding of three of her professors. Her favorite professor Mr. Forrest tells her that she has a real talent for writing and I think this is when her talent truly comes alive.

Then she suddenly comes home to her family and announces that she has schizophrenia. Mr. Forrest visits her and says that he’s submitted her stories to some big name people and they’re impressed. He tells Janet that when he looks at her, he thinks of Van Gogh (which I’m not sure is really a compliment) and says that lots of great artists have schizophrenia.

Someone tells her they have a treatment for her decaying teeth at a hospital, and before long I realized that they weren’t talking about her teeth because she ended up back in the loony bin and they gave her electric shock treatment.

Shortly after that Janet gets told that she has to have a lobotomy and that her mother approved it. Then one of the doctors comes in and says that he likes her book of short stories and she’s not having the operation, but she needs to stay in the hospital for a little while longer.

Then she finally gets out of the nuthouse and ends up back home again where her brother and sister take her to see this random author named Frank who apparently arranged her release, and she  stays with him. He eventually organizes a literary grant for her to travel overseas and get more experience.

Part three begins with Jane arriving to London and panicking because they have no record of her staying there. She eventually finds a shady part of town with old, run down apartments where the landlord tells her he hopes she isn’t staying long through the winter because one of the women staying there died and got pneumonia.

Jane visits writers and poets who are impressed that she has her short stories and novel published in a book. They volunteer to show her around. She returns to her landlord, who is way too invested in her life and angry that she’s keeping the company of poets and writers.
Jane travels all throughout the world and experiences many different cultures. They influence her and her writing, but she is very awkward with them.

Jane finally returns to England, where her busybody landlord tells her she needs to find work. She tries to apply for a job as a nurse, but is rejected because she tells them she’s had psychiatric treatment for schizophrenia. She voluntarily admits herself into a hospital where they conclude that she’s never had schizophrenia.

She gets money to write about her time in hospitals and the new book gets favorable reviews. She meets her publisher and he offers her an apartment to write the next bestseller in. Jane returns home and continues writing.

Overall I would give this movie a 5/10. At times when I watched it, I was confused because things abruptly happened and the audience was expected to go with the flow with little to no explanation. I sympathized a lot with Janet being institutionalized and that part of the film was very dark. To think that this literary genius could have been lobotomized just because she was freaking out about wanting to write instead of teach? That was very chilling.

 Another part of the movie that impacted me was her wanting to be a writer at twelve and knowing in her being that it was what she wanted to do. Though all the deaths, institutionalization, living poor, and people ignoring her because of her awkwardness, her fame slowly grew and she ended up doing exactly what she wanted to: writing in peace.

Alexandria Harris is a writer and recent college graduate. When she isn’t writing, watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy on repeat, or working in her father’s company, she tweets regularly on her account @_ALHarris. Alexandria lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Finding the Words You Need

By Alexandria Harris

 When I’m at a loss for words (and those who know me know that usually isn’t often) sometimes the only place I can express myself and make sense of it all is through writing. But sometimes the problem follows me into my sacred space, pins me down, and I’m forced to threaten it with my secret weapon: the thesaurus.

I’m sure we’ve all been through its pages of synonyms, trying to find the one word to save us from writer’s block. The thesaurus is supposed to be our friend, to bring meaning and connection to the myriad of words in its cousin the dictionary. But what if that fails?

This is the predicament I found myself in last night–scattered papers, a crude map, a Norse-English dictionary, a thesaurus, ninety six thousand words in Microsoft Word, and a glaring problem.

For the past three hours I had been pouring over the correlation between light and shadow, how to make the word Lumen sound cool, and an effective word for winter that would work well with court (I settled on frost).

My mission and problem was how to find a word to replace autumn while still retaining the meaning and it had to sound believable in front of the word court (somehow the cornucopia court seemed laughable and brought back too many flashbacks of The Hunger Games).

It’s sad that even though the average woman apparently speaks 20,000 words a day, but 500-700 words of actual value, none of the 500-700 meaningful words in my vocabulary could help me out!

I used the thesaurus, I went through my memory bank of things associated with autumn. Finally, I brought out the last line of defense: my siblings.

I am fortunate to come from a family of readers. We critique books like we’re in front of a camera with complimentary Columbian coffee, biscotti, and an audience hanging on our every back and forth. So in my desperation I called them in. We sat down for another half an hour (three heads are better than one) and tossed ideas back and forth.

Finally my 17 year old sister Morgan hit the jackpot. “Hey, why don’t you call it the Reaping Court?”

Then she back-tracked and said maybe it was associated too much with the Grim Reaper, but the possibilities were already pouring through my brain synapses and I was hooked. It was perfect.

Many of you are probably involved in critique groups or have friends who love to read and write as much as you do. You already know connections are essential. Seriously. I often talk a new story idea over to see if there is material  that doesn’t make sense or illogical scenarios. The best material can come from someone who isn’t too invested in your universe like you are.

That can be difficult. Finding the right words (and people for that matter) is hard. You don’t want a person who sings your praises and tells you that it was wonderful and transported them into a different world.

This person should be locked up in the back of your mind. You need a healthy mix of Simon Cowell and Sharon Osbourne because maybe we shouldn’t hear how great we are all the time. Otherwise we’d dig deeper. We’d be forced to face the reality that before the greats were greats, many people probably hated their work and it ended up in the slush piles or in somebody’s basement.

Only though critiquing and dialogue can material evolve to the next level. Usually nothing is so perfect or revolutionary that it cannot be fixed, tweaked, or reworked into something more remarkable.

Sometimes finding words requires us to say a few more to tease them out from where they’ve been hiding.

Through the lips of a young’un my concept was saved and I didn’t have to spend too much time staring at an empty screen. Sometimes you just need better friends, especially when the one you hold most dear is a thesaurus. 

Alexandria Harris is a writer and recent college graduate. When she isn’t writing, watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy on repeat, or working in her father’s company, she tweets regularly on her account @_ALHarris. Alexandria lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Movie Monday: Anonymous

By Alexandria Harris

 Premise: Shakespeare didn’t write his own plays, a nobleman named Edward De Vere, the Earl of Oxford wrote them. How Shakespeare came to be known for them is the whole mystery of the story.

 Best quotes: “The voices, Anne. The voices, I can’t stop them, they come to me. When I sleep, when I wake, when I sup, when I walk down the hall. The sweet longings of a maiden, the surging ambitions of a courtier, the foul designs of a murderer, the wretched pleas of his victims, only when I put their words, their voices, to parchment, are they cast loose, freed. Only then is my mind quieted. At peace. I would go mad if I did not write down the voices-” Lord Oxford

 “All art is political–otherwise it would just be decoration-” Lord Oxford

 If I were to give you a summary of Anonymous it would be that the movie is basically a few of Shakespeare’s plays entwined with flashbacks. The plays are as theatrical as you can get and span from Hamlet to Romeo and Juliet to Julius Caesar with the “fake” playwright Shakespeare coming out and collecting his due praise at the end of each play.

 However, the manner in which they bring these plays to life and the director weaves in political intrigue into the plot is what draws you in. It’s all based on a power triangle. You could say “a love for plays” triangle, but one of the characters in the triangle doesn’t have enough heart vested in it to call it that.

 The movie starts in the present with an onstage dramatic monologue basically explaining the premise of the movie, like I did above only this was three minutes long with rain falling on the speaker’s umbrella.Then the rain onstage turns into rain on sixteenth century London streets.

 There is a lot of plotting and secrecy surrounding Queen Elizabeth’s court. To understand it the audience is flashed back five years and then forty years to catch up, showing De Vere when he is younger, and younger still.

 Poetry at that time was apparently the work of the devil, blasphemous, and after fifteen minutes of constant “poetry is a sin” even I felt like I was going to have my head cut off with a one way ticket down under (and not Australia with the cute kangaroos).

 Throughout the entire movie there was tone of writing and creativity equals humiliation and brings ruin on the important people. Whims and notions were for the common people. You were not allowed to have a mind of your own, that was dangerous. Your mind belonged to the queen.

 I think all of us can relate to having a passion for writing and trying to do it no matter what obstacles we may face. We carry that imagination and passion even when someone is telling us no, we find someway to tell ourselves yes. And that passion, that fight to do something inside Lord Oxford held me entranced the entire movie. To watch him struggle with his craft, to be accepted–this is what I hungered for more than the petty court battles.

 My favorite part is when De Vere’s wife comes to talk to him and ends up horrified that he’s writing and scolds him to which he answers something to the effect of “The voices in my head don’t stop until I write them down.” He made it seem so potent, these voices he had to breathe life into with his pen. And of course the obvious (and correct) response of his wife was “You are mad.”

 I loved it.

 However I did feel like I was in the middle of a Maury episode towards the middle of the movie and that English nobles needed to keep better tabs on paternity.

 There were plot points that I rolled my eyes at: the idea of Christopher Marlowe being a spy? Awkward…

 And there was a hunchback, only he was no Quasimodo, more like Gollum

 But plays with characters representing government officials should definitely be brought back in case we get tired of cartoons, Colbert, and Jon Stewart.

 Another large theme was encountering failure to write, the fear of greatness, and what happens when we watch those who might not deserve success receive a boatload of it while we watch. (Think of five New York Times Bestsellers you read and were irritated that they were best sellers. Don’t worry, I’ll wait…)

 Looking at our failures is painful because when we look at them too long, we find the darkest parts of ourselves–there is madness, despair, and degradation. Reading and writing can give us nostalgia, take us back to places of memory. And the memories be sweet candy for our souls or as acrid as garlic.

 Overall, the plot was so convoluted that it basically ruined the argument it was trying to make. I didn’t leave with the impression that Shakespeare didn’t write his own plays because there were too many people involved in that subplot. Tying it in with Queen Elizabeth and inventing a weird backstory for her while weaving Shakespeare’s story into it left something to be desired for me. However, costuming and cinematography was great. I enjoyed the plotting and drama, but I was never really convinced that it could happen. The movie was entertaining, but definitely not historically accurate. Even so, with all this (and Vanessa Redgrave’s amazing acting as the queen) I would give it a 7/10.

 Plus, it really made me want a quill pen and some ink.

 Stay tuned for next Movie Monday when I’ll be reviewing An Angel At My Table which is based on autobiographies about New Zealand writer Janet Frame.

Alexandria Harris is a writer and recent college graduate. When she isn’t writing, watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy on repeat, or working in her father’s company, she tweets regularly on her account @_ALHarris. Alexandria lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin