#BookReview: Telling Sonny

Posted on by Liz Gauffreau

I am delighted to share V.J. Knutson’s review of my debut novel TELLING SONNY. V.J. is an exceptionally perceptive and trenchant poet. I’d encourage you to check out her work on https://vjknutson.org/.

One Woman's Quest II

When nineteen-year-old Faby attends the annual Vaudeville Show in her small town, she is hoping to escape to the drudgery of day-to-day life in the Gauthier household, where chores are watched over by the critical eye of Maman and Maman Aurore. The year is 1924, the setting small town Vermont, USA, and even though she’s been attending these fanfares since she was seven, Faby has no idea that this particular show is about to change her life.

“Telling Sonny” is the first published book of author Elizabeth Gauffreau. I’ve had the honour of meeting and communicating with Elizabeth through her blog, so was excited to read her work.

“Telling Sonny” reads like an historical memoir, the descriptive details effectively capture the ambiance of the era. As a reader, I felt myself swept up in the emotions of the story: fearing for Faby, wishing she’d assert more on her own…

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62 thoughts on “#BookReview: Telling Sonny”

  5. Very nice, Liz! Congratulations on the numerous positive reviews you have received for your book (this one prompted me to read others 🙂 and now I have added your book to my “to read” queue in my Amazon cart. 🙂

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      1. Very pleased to hear you’ve oil in the proverbial lamp and a burning match in your hand Liz!

        Whether your proposal forms the backdrop, or develops as a central theme underpinning your writing (a novel), I think the Sheldon Poor Farms -‘Born out of the Elizabethan liberalism of 17th century England’ – is a very exciting proposition with tremendous scope.

        (I seem to recall Oliver Twist by Dicken’s was a remarkable success 😀 )

        “The New Colossus” by American poet Emma Lazarus. (1)

        “Give me your tired, your poor,
        Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
        The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
        Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me ,
        I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

        Ignite the wick Liz, ignite the wick! 😀

        Enjoy a pleasant evening of quiet contemplation.

        DN

        (1) – Sheldon Historical Society

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