Guitar Notes
by
Mary Amato
314 pages
Publisher: EgmontUSA (7/24/12)
downloaded from the local library
5 STARS
Tripp Broody is not a bad kid. He's not even apathetic. He has simply allowed himself one love, his guitar. As a result, his mother decides he needs more in life and takes his love away. Lyla Marks lies nonstop, but not the way you're thinking. Lyla doesn't want to disappoint the people she cares about, so she pretends. She plasters on smiles and offers the right words. She plays her cello perfectly. Tripp always speaks the truth. Lyla can barely think it. The two have one thing in common, their lives are run by their parents, run right into alternating days in a music practice room. Through a series of notes these two struggling souls find their way in the midst of teenage drama.
I love this book! I loved it from page one when Tripp called his mother Termite! Tripp made me howl. The honest, sometimes retaliatory kid made me love him. Lyla's dark thoughts in all her perfectness drew me to her. I can't get over how well done Mary Amato portrayed teens, the topsy-turvy thoughts that go from morbid to guilt in a heartbeat. I loved the sarcasm, the hopeful innocence, the dreamer mentality. I loved the pain and the friendship. I loved the journey the parents travel. They aren't the villains; they are just adults with plans and ideas of their own. Somewhere in the span of raising their kids, they stopped listening to them. So easy to do, so hard to correct. This book is for anyone, preteen, teen, adult, even paranormal romance loving me. Goodness, I cannot forget the music! The music is so awesome, poetry woven into a wonderful story. I'll tell you how much I loved this book, I emailed author Mary Amato as soon as I finished the read and asked her if she'd like to answer a few question for this post. hehe! She said yes.
Mary Amato, author, song writer, singer, dancer, sky's the limit
Guitar Notes appears to be your first venture into YA. Is this the beginning of a trend? (please say yes!)
My next YA will be out in 2014 and the story will feature music, but in a different way.
Where did you find the confidence to start writing? You know, that final shove that hushed the whispering doubts that plague us all.
I believe strongly that intrinsic motivation is the real motivation that sustains and propels us through life, but I have to admit that two extrinsic motivators really helped. When I was in 8th grade, my poem was chosen to be on the cover of our little literary journal (mimeographed and stapled, which shows you how old I am); and when I was in college my poem was chosen to win the undergraduate award for poetry. Those two successes buoyed my spirits when the work was hard and the rejections came.
What advice do you have for budding writers?
Writing is so hard, and it takes an odd mix of being able to put everything you've got into a draft and then turning around the next day and literally throwing that draft away. Have patience and very thick skin.
Do you have any odd habits when it comes to your writing routine?
Yes. Many. Right now, I've set the wallpaper of my computer to be a photo of my main character (I found a photo of someone I think looks like her on the web). In the morning when I turn my computer on and she appears on my screen, I look into her eyes and say good morning, and I really mean it every morning. When I shut down for the next, I say goodbye to her. She feels so real to me, and yet I know she lives in that file on my computer and in my head.
You have a wide range of interests and talents. Where do these time consumers rank in your life?
Dark Chocolate (chocolate can be time consuming, I promise you)
Family
Writing
Blogging
Singing
Dancing
Song writing
Doing nothing at all
I am very bad at doing nothing. I do yoga when I watch TV. I dance when I'm writing (yes, I have sessions where I write standing up with music on and I dance while I'm actually typing). If I'm alone when I'm cooking, you will hear me singing my heart out.
And then family and chocolate are constants. Somehow everything melts together. Yesterday, on my way to watch my son's volleyball game, I had an epiphany about a missing scene in my new novel, and now I can't wait to write it.
Be sure to check out thrumsociety.com to listen to the music created in Guitar Notes.
My head was spinning on this sidekick type. Then Jaclyn offered the best suggestion, Bubba from the Sookie Stackhouse series. How I love the vampire world Charlaine Harris created. I must confess I'm a diehard fan of the early books, but my brain has shut off all knowledge that certain events have transpired in the later installments. So here's Bubba, a vamp with issues, and not the kind you may be thinking. Some people just can't let go and when you have the choice to sire Elvis Presley, you do it. You do it badly, you do it even though the guy needed to float off into the sexy superstar hall of fame in the sky. Bubba didn't turn out aces on the flip side of mortality. Nope. Bubba is a bit slow, really likes furry purry animals (not in a good way), and he's not so bad. Oh, and do not tell him who he looks like. Just don't do it!
I once had a dream to be like Georgia O'Keeffe. I wanted to live in the desert and paint my days away. I imagined myself as the typical artist hippie, eating Tex Mex, falling in love with the electric skies, maybe even falling in love with another artist. I held onto this dream for years, then I graduated college and took a road trip from Vegas to Iowa. I saw the Grand Canyon (traumatized my mother for life when I stood too close to the edge). I saw Monument Valley. I got nose bleeds every day! That's right, nose bleeds and headaches. I was hot and sweaty and not at all hippie cute. The sunsets were pretty. That held true, but reality whisked my beautiful, romantic dream away. 
I was tempted to play around with semantics and choose someone from another realm, that has to be foreign, right? Same goes with aliens, totally foreign. Then I thought of one of my favorite characters that truly deserves a book of his own, Asil from Patricia Briggs' Alpha & Omega series. Teak-tone skin. The appearance of Middle Eastern descent. Many centuries old. Werewolf. Gardener. Soulful widower with a broken spirit. And so much playful arrogance I loved him on the spot. Asil won me over the moment he gave Charles a hard time, Charles being the bogeyman to all shifters. He shamelessly flirted with Anna. He constantly baited Charles. He circumvented Bran's orders (Bran being top dog of all top dogs). He never stopped loving his wife. The man has an award winning rose garden, drinks tea, and is a complete sex god (the last part is me editorializing in a big way!).