It is my pleasure to share an interview that I recently had the honor of doing with a delightful person and an incredibly talented author, Kailin Gow. Ms. Gow is the author of Bitter Frost, which was recently released on June 1, 2010. As well as several additional books to her name, including The Shy Girls Social Club Handbook for Dealing with Bullies and Other Meanies, The Gifted Girls Series which have been recommended by the Parents Teachers Association, PBS Kids, Homeschooling organizations, and Best Teens Books lists!
Kailin Gow holds a Masters Degree in Communications Management from USC, and Bachelors Degrees in Drama and Social Ecology from UC Irvine. In addition, Ms. Gow is a mother, a mentor for young women, and the founder of the social group for girls age 13 to 19 called Shy Girls Social Club at shygirlssocialclub.com.
First of all, could you tell us a bit about Bitter Frost? What is the story about, who are the characters, etc.
Bitter Frost is about a girl who has always had dreams of being in Feyland, a land of enchantment and magical creatures. She has dreams of a handsome young Prince name Kian, who is the fairy prince of the Winter Kingdom. What she doesn’t know and eventually finds out is that she was once a child from Feyland, but she doesn’t remember. Now she’s living in Oregon with her single mother, and trying to survive high school with her best friend and only friend Logan.
The day she turns 16, however, everything changes, and she finds herself in the middle of a war. Kian is her intended and the love of her life, but he is also her sworn enemy.
Do you have a favorite excerpt from Bitter Frost? Could you share that with us, please?
I felt his arms around me. That was the first thing; I felt it before I could see anything, see him. I felt his arms encircle my shoulders, feel him brushing my shoulder blades lightly with his fingertips. I shivered. His hands took mine. I could see him. It was Kian, but he was older, now, and so was I – both a young man and a young woman – staring at each other. Age had only made us more beautiful; his hair was longer now, and his eyes sharper, with greater depth. I could see my reflection in his eyes; my hair was longer too: a deep, warm brown with flecks of gold studded throughout. And I could see my expression – full of fear, full of joy – as he bent down closer to me, as his lips came ever closer to mine.