Anna Oshiro Morning-Goodwin and William Butler grew up together. Ever since they met, at the tender age of 5, they have been inseparable.
Now at 15, their friendship is blossoming into something deeper; something that makes them both excited and scared.
Life, however, plays its tricks. William’s father wants to return to Ireland, and Anna receives some disturbing news from her godmother and doctor. Decided not to let their last summer together be ruined by her health problems, she never tells William, and faces her fight alone.
The little time they still have together must be full of unforgettable moments that will last forever in their hearts, or at least until the day they meet again.
Anna and William have 3 months to create as many kinds of unforgettable as possible.
Many Kinds of Unforgettable is book 1.5 in the Myself in Blue Series. Even though it can be read as a standalone, this novella makes several references that can be spoilers if you haven’t read Myself in Blue, Book 1, beforehand. Therefore, it may be better to read the books in order.
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
This is book 1.5 in my series, Myself in Blue, so I just had to tell more about this family. Also, I found out that there’s not much fiction about people with Type 1 Diabetes. They also complain about the way people with diabetes are portrayed, so I tried to change it with my story.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Some are characters from the first book, some are their descendants. It’s a sequel.
Anyway, what I do know is that people think of me as constantly at risk, even though it’s a manageable condition. Well, even if you control it just as your doctors tell you to complications can occur, but still, I have been okay so far.
And here are some things you may not know—or may have it wrong—about Type 1 Diabetes:
1- I have to take insulin to keep me alive, not to cure me. And yes, it does hurt to prick my fingers all the time to check my blood sugar, but since there’s no other way, I had to get used to it. At least I don’t have to receive multiple daily injections anymore, because now I have my insulin pump. It has been making my life a lot easier for the past eight years, and I’d be in a very worse situation without it.
2- Eating too much sugar or being overweight has nothing to do with T1D. It’s an autoimmune disease in which the pancreas simply stops producing insulin, and we really need insulin, trust me. Without it, we are unable to get energy from food. No one knows the cause of T1D. There’s nothing one can do to prevent T1D and once you get it, nothing will make it go away.
3- I can eat sweets, even cake and ice-cream. What I can’t do is abuse it; I have to count my carbs daily, and manage my diet carefully and closely, paying attention to eat every time I need to. It’s a peculiar lifestyle, but if you really think about it, it’s just how everyone should act. No one should eat all the time, and especially not eat sugar all the time. That thing is no good for anyone.
Mama is a vegetarian and I was raised one, so it’s not that difficult for me to have a healthy diet. But I do have to stay alert.
So, you see, it’s a chronic disease, it can lead to severe complications, and I’ll live with it for the rest of my life unless they find a cure, but it’s not a death sentence. I can do it. We all can do it.
I have some friends with diabetes that I met at a convention that my parents and I attended some years ago. They live far away, in other states, but we exchange letters and emails from time to time. Every one of them says the same thing: I wish people stopped defining me as diabetic. We are people, we have our histories, and we are not just our diabetes.
Only two people treat me normally and don’t define me by my condition: Grandma Vivian—who’s actually my Great Grandma—and William.
She’s a tough old lady, so she says she can’t be bothered with shenanigans like a simple controllable disease, which makes me smile every time. I agree. Nobody has time for that, and it is manageable, so why think about it all the time? But she’s almost a hundred and ten years old, and I have to face the idea that she won’t be here for much longer to help me cope.
Yes, you heard me right; almost a hundred and ten years old. Everybody thought she was about to be ninety-nine, but she finally confessed last year that she’s been lying about her age for decades. When she said that, at her birthday party, everyone started to do some math and realized it was obvious: she couldn’t be that age unless she’d given birth to her first child when she was five.
She did marry young, at fifteen, and had her first child still at that age, but five…not possible. So we had to recount it, and then her 99th birthday celebration became her 109th party.
That leaves me with only Will to be normal, to be free.
Renata F. Barcelos lives in Brazil with her teenager daughter, Maria, constantly complaining about the heat and dreaming of moving somewhere snowy.
She has a Law Degree, but promises never to use it. She prefers to study and teach languages and to write. Facing a three-hour daily commute, Renata uses this time to listen to audiobook after audiobook, plot, and write. Sometimes she hurts herself walking and writing at the same time–forgetting to look where she’s going.
Her characters usually don’t respect her wishes, taking the stories to places she never imagined they could go; she loves it when that happens.
Renata is always working on a new novel, and so far has published the books Mean, My Sore Hush-a-By, Merge, and the Myself in Blue series.
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