Calling all Austen fans! Misty Pulsipher has released a modern rendition of Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park, called Mansfield. I’m already a fan of her other books, Pride’s Prejudice and Persuaded, so this is exciting. You don’t have to be familiar with the original stories to enjoy her sweet, clean romances.
Sometimes the thing that holds you together
ends up causing the most damage . . .
A gasp of air seemed to slice through Anika on its way in, and she quickly backtracked so that the emission wouldn’t give her away. Desperately casting her eyes about for something else to focus on—anything else—Anika took in the scene around her. Atop the hay-strewn ground the summer grass was a tender green, naïve blossoms just poking their heads out to see if winter had finally passed. If it was safe to come out. Those innocent blooms didn’t know how cruel life could be. They didn’t know that life sometimes lurked in the shadows, waiting for you to decide the coast was clear before pouncing.
Anika leaned back against the barn, flattening her hands against its splintered solidity. She’d always loved old barns: their reliability, their timelessness, their constancy. No matter what they looked like on the outside, peeling or freshly painted, crumbling or just constructed, you always knew what you were getting; a barn was still a barn.
If only people were the same.
Misty has been ‘scribbling’ since she learned how, but it was during her angst-ridden college years that her love for writing began to flower. She spent countless hours revising poetry inspired by unrequited love, and has the binder to prove it.
Misty suffers from a particularly potent case of OCD (obsessive creativity disorder). When she’s not writing or procrastinating an edit, she’s sewing, cross-stitching, or baking. She also boasts several collections, including a deck of cards from everywhere she’s been, enough bovine décor to supply Chick-Fil-A for life, and seventeen versions of the board game Monopoly (at last count).
Though Misty currently resides in Maryland with her husband and three minions, she will always call Utah home—and insist that eastern “mountains” are actually hills. As a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Misty served a French-Speaking mission in Washington, D.C.
You can check out her blog, Facebook author page, or contact her via email. If she doesn’t respond, don’t take it personal . . . she’s probably writing her next book. Or, more likely, taking a nap.