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Interview: Kailin Gow, Author of Bitter Frost

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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.

“Oh, Breena,” he said to me. “My Breena.”

His blue eyes took on a look of sharp determination; he stared at me with such intensity that I felt that his eyes had penetrated into the truest part of my true soul, a part hidden even to the rest of this strange and wonderful land.

“I will kill you, Breena. It is what I have to do. It is decreed.” He cupped my face with his hands, and I could feel his cool breath whispering upon my cheek. “We are mortal enemies.”

Always, every night, that same dream – that same fear, that same joy. When I woke up each morning, I felt a profound sense of loss, a yearning that stretched so deeply it crossed the bounds of reality itself. The alarm clock would ring, and everything would change. I was a nearly-sixteen-year-old girl, with suede boots, with T-shirts bearing sayings I believe in.” I had an iPod, a cell phone, my laptop (with pages full of html code for my brainchild, teensforgreatergood.com). I spoke in rushed slang about the latest films and television shows, played video games with Logan, teased him when he won, teased him when he lost. I wore little to no makeup and complained about homework during G-Format. The idea of dating – of fumbling high school boys trying to score in between stolen keg stands, of Facebook relationship statuses and hastily-texted endearments – repulsed me.

But for a few hours each night, I was somebody else. I was a princess in a castle, with a dress made of lavender and besides me there is a prince with arctic-blue eyes, and arms wrapped closely around me, and lips coming nightly ever closer to mine…

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