Oh! I am so hungry now. <g> Kim Boykin is the author of The Wisdom of Hair and she shares about eating in South Carolina . *sigh* I want to eat at every place she mentions and I’m hungry!
Oh! Enjoy the excerpt too. *points down* The Wisdom of Hair is on my TBR list. 😀
The Queen of Tarts
♥ Author Guest Post ♥
By Kim Boykin
My grandmother used to always say that, with her hand on her hip, waving at us as we were leaving. “Y’all come!” It meant I’ll miss you, come back soon. So if you haven’t been down to my neck of the woods, I’ve got both hands on my hips, waving you towards the Carolinas, especially South Carolina where my heart is.
My debut novel The Wisdom of Hair is set near Myrtle Beach. SC. It’s about a young girl who goes to beauty school, has a hot romance with the wrong guy, and learns what real love is and what it’s not from the salon sisterhood. I don’t know why all my novels are set along the coast of SC, maybe it’s because I’d like to be set there.
We have a vacation house on the Isle of Palms, which is just about the most perfect place in the world. It’s a sleepy little beach town located fifteen minutes from the grand dame herself, Charleston, which was voted the top tourist destination in the freaking world by Conde Nast magazine last year and for a million good reasons. The history, the romance, the sprawling plantations that are historic preserves, and most notably THE FOOD!
Honest to GOD, you could eat at a different restaurant every day, three meals a day for a couple of years and never have a bad meal. They say Charleston got it’s nickname as the Holy City from all its beautiful historic churches, but I suspect it had everything to with their ability to elevate common dishes to exceptional. I don’t know if it’s in the water or it’s a cultural thing that’s handed down from chef to chef, but it’s definitely something you notice at every meal.
The places that have me salivating as we pull into their parking lots are Poe’s Tavern on Sullivans Island where they serve up the best burgers and fries on the planet. Dorthea Benton Frank calls Poe’s the center of the universe, pretty smart woman that Dot Frank. Another favorite that is in the MOST gorgeous section called old Mt. Pleasant (every bit as beautiful as the historic houses across the bridge in Charleston) is the Old Village Post House. While the restaurant is also an inn with six beautifully appointed rooms, the real draw is the restaurant down stairs. Everything is to die for, but the short ribs…OMG.
Our little culinary tour ends with a trip across the Cooper River to Charleston. Gorgeous. Romantic. Historic and bursting at the seams with fabulous restaurants. Our favorite, Cru, is located on Pickney Street. MAKE RESERVATIONS even for lunch. The food is fresh and local. EVERYTHING is fabulous, seriously even a plain garden salad, and their mac and cheese is sacred.
If this doesn’t whet your appetite, you must be six feet under. And if you do mosey on down this and want some more recommendations, feel free to contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Release date: Mar. 5, 2013 |
Genre: Chick Lit
ISBN: 0425261050 |
ISBN-13: 9780425261057 |
Format: Paperback and ebook
“The problem with cutting your own hair is that once you start, you just keep cutting, trying to fix it, and the truth is, some things can never be fixed. The day of my daddy’s funeral, I cut my bangs until they were the length of those little paintbrushes that come with dime-store watercolor sets. I was nine years old. People asked me why I did it, but I was too young then to know I was changing my hair because I wanted to change my life.”In 1983, on her nineteenth birthday, Zora Adams finally says goodbye to her alcoholic mother and their tiny town in the mountains of South Carolina. Living with a woman who dresses like Judy Garland and brings home a different man each night is not a pretty existence, and Zora is ready for life to be beautiful.With the help of a beloved teacher, she moves to a coastal town and enrolls in the Davenport School of Beauty. Under the tutelage of Mrs. Cathcart, she learns the art of fixing hair, and becomes fast friends with the lively Sara Jane Farquhar, a natural hair stylist. She also falls hard for handsome young widower Winston Sawyer, who is drowning his grief in bourbon. She couldn’t save Mama, but maybe she can save him.
As Zora practices finger waves, updos, and spit curls, she also comes to learn that few things are permanent in this life–except real love, lasting friendship, and, ultimately… forgiveness.
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Wisdom of Hair
by Kim Boykin
Copyright © 2013
I was running so late I nearly stumbled out the front door of the garage apartment and didn’t even notice Winston until I got to the bottom of the steps. He was striding toward me with purpose, a slight smile on his beautiful face. He had something in his hand, a letter. My heart flip flopped in my chest like crazy over the very notion that finally, this man had noticed me. Maybe he couldn’t say it out loud, but he was an English professor for Pete’s sake, and he’d written down his feeling for me on paper. The first chapter of our happily every after.
“This was in the mail for you,” he said without so much as a hey or how are you. “If you want your own mailbox, I can have a handyman put one by your door.”
“No,” I squeaked, “thanks.” I don’t know what was worse that Monday, Winston’s idea of playing Post Office or Mama’s letter coming back to me with RETURN TO SENDER written in her scrawl.
I was wounded before I got to school, but when Sara Jane came down to the school and got the few things together that were hers before she said her good-byes, that did it. I wasn’t the only one affected by Sara Jane’s leaving. Anybody could see Mrs. Cathcart’s face was full of mixed emotions. She held Sara Jane in her arms like she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but one thing was for sure, Mrs. Cathcart was going to miss Sara Jane Farquhar.
“Oh, she takes things like this hard,” Mr. Cathcart said with a deep sigh as he watched Sara Jane go from station to station. “She wants everybody to finish and get their license, you know. Makes it even harder if they got the smarts Sara Jane has.
“Don’t think you’re going to get rid of me,” she said, as we put our arms around each other. “I’ve got a wedding to plan, and you’ve just got to be my maid of honor.”
“Oh, Sara Jane,” I whispered through tears. “I love you.”
She held me at arm’s length and looked at me. I don’t know why I felt so weak and broken in her gaze, but I did.
“Thank you for getting me as far as you did. I’ll never forget that.”
It wasn’t like she was leaving town or anything; still her leaving was hard to take. I must have looked peaked because Mr. Cathcart came by after Sara Jane left and told me to go straight home before I infected the whole school with whatever it was that I had. But the truth was that nobody there could catch what I had.
I went home straight away and contemplated my own heart. I don’t know if it was love or destiny or genetics that made me pant for Winston Sawyer, but I had a wanting inside me that could not be satisfied by school or good grades or even a best friend like Sara Jane Farquhar.
When I walked through my front door to my apartment that day, I left it wide open. I slipped out of my uniform and underclothes, got down on my hands and knees, and pulled the box out from under the bed marked Serendipity. Folding back the bronze-colored tissue paper carefully, I gathered up each side of the dress, and let that whisper of silk that had shamed me once before glide across my naked body.
There was no need to look in the full-length mirror I had bought a couple of weeks before. I was beautiful. I stood on my porch so the whole world could see me, including Winston Sawyer. The wind blew my hair about, making me feel light, lighter than air. I closed my eyes, caught hold of the breeze that made the curtains in his drinking room stir, and filled that room with my essence. I felt his touch on the hem of my dress and then on my ankle as he held me fast in wonder. Then his hand slid up my thigh and his lips kissed my belly before the wind picked me up again and levitated me back to my perch.
When I opened my eyes, the fantasy was over, and he was standing at the drinking room window. I have no idea what happened during the time I left my body and invaded the space he had reserved for himself and Emma, but I knew that, for a moment, Winston Sawyer was watching me.
Kim Boykin learned about women and their hair in her mother’s beauty shop in a tiny South Carolina town. She loves to write stories about strong Southern women, because that’s what she knows. While her stories are always set in South Carolina, she lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, with her husband, three dogs, and 126 rose bushes.
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