I need YOUR help!! I’m still working on the finishing touches for A Princess Broken, which means it’s going to be a little later getting it into print than I had originally planned (so goes the writing/publishing process). I’m currently working on what exerpt to have on the back cover. Keep in mind the back cover is what a reader usually looks at first to determine whether she wants to open the book or not.
I am interested in hearing what my readers want, so I’ve included a few exerpts below, and each one has a number. I would greatly appreciate it if you would comment and write the number of the exerpt you think should be on the back cover. The one with the most votes will be used! Be honest. If you don’t like any of them, tell me. I want it to reflect the emotion within the covers, so if you feel none of these appropriately convey the story within, then by all means tell me.
Thank you for your help in this, and there will be one more fun thing coming soon for you to help choose! This book is all about you, the reader, now
She pushed both wrists toward my face so I could clearly see the freshest wounds that were bleeding when I found her earlier.
I pulled her arms to my lap. “I do see them. What makes them different from the others?”
“This morning I gave up. I didn’t want to live this life anymore, so I wanted to see what would happen if I cut a little deeper. I just didn’t want to be here anymore, but I couldn’t do it.”
She began to cry and leaned in toward me. I knew she just wanted to be held, so I held her like I hold my own little girl. I rocked her gently back and forth.
She sat up and looked at me for a moment before lowering her head again. “Kate, I don’t want to live like this anymore. I don’t know what to do or how to change or where to go. I don’t have a home, and no one cares about me anymore. My dad left, and my mom never looked for me when I left. I don’t have anyone.”
“Well, Sarah, I know you might believe differently than I do, but I believe that we were created by God. I also believe that what the Bible says is true. The bible tells me that you are a princess, and . . .”
“WAIT! What?” she shouted becoming defensive and enraged. She stood up as if preparing to flee as fast as she could, “What do you mean it tells you that I am a princess? I know I’ve never read the whole bible, but I know that it doesn’t say anything about me in there. This is a waste.”
She turned to leave, and I grabbed her arm, “No, Sarah, let me explain more.”
“Sarah, can I ask you a question?”
She looked at me like I had said something completely foreign to her, then she shrugged her shoulders.
I traced over a scar with my finger, “Can you tell me why you did this to yourself?”
Her head fell, and she began to lightly brush the insides of her arm with her palm as if she was trying to erase the marks. We sat for what seemed like an eternity before she began speaking.
“I guess you could say it started a few weeks after my dad left. I wasn’t cutting or anything that extreme, but I did other stuff.” Her voice trailed off.
She wiped her nose with a folded up napkin, took a deep breath, and began to read it out loud.
“And he that sat upon the throne said, ‘Behold, I make all things new.’ And he said unto me, ‘write: for these words are true and faithful.’”
She examined that paper, and I watched as a single tear dropped to the paper. Instantly, I remembered so many times that my own tears fell to that paper when I was younger.
She began to speak again, “I just don’t think this was meant for me. New? How can I be made new? I don’t even know what that means. Don’t you look at me and see how broken and dirty I am? You’ve heard just a small piece of the horrible things I’ve done.”
I’m not crazy about any of these choices.