“Water Ghosts” – Formerly “Locke 1928″ by Shawna Yang Ryan

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If you’ve been visiting this blog long enough, perhaps you remember one of my favorite books from 2008, Locke 1928 by Shawna Yang Ryan.  I love being able to follow up on authors whose works I’ve reviewed, and it’s such a great feeling to discover a book I favored is going even stronger now than last year!  

For anyone who knows a little about the publishing industry, you’ll know how hard it is for an author’s work to not only go from a paperback to a hardcover, but from an indie press to one of the big guys.  That’s just what Shawna Yang Ryan has done with Locke 1928, which has recently been republished by Penguin Press in hardcover under the title “Water Ghosts“.  

I’m really proud to have been given the opportunity to review Ryan’s book under its first publication with El Leon Literary Arts, and it’s pretty exciting to see the book reaching an even wider audience.  Here’s a bit of the description I gave in my review: “When three Chinese women float to shore on a dilapidated boat after having been adrift at sea for over a month, the men of the town line up to woo them. The madame of the local brothel begins having visions she takes as a warning. The pastor’s wife, the only “whitewoman” in town who isn’t a prostitute, takes two of the women under her wing, and it could be a big mistake.” You can read the review in its entirety here: Locke 1928. This book will transport you to 1920’s Locke, California.  The town was real, making the story even more enticing.  By the time you finish reading, you’ll swear the characters were real too.

A big congratulations are due to Shawna Yang Ryan.  We look forward to hearing about your continued success!  Just remember us when you finally meet Oprah…

I have two copies of Water Ghosts in its beautiful new hardcover format (retail $25) to give to a couple of very fortunate carp(e) readers!

Multiple Options for Entry:

1.) Just tell me a short ghost story! It can be one sentence or a paragraph; this book is about what happens when a Chinese ghost story comes true, so give us a scare. (You may enter once a day.) Remember, leave an interesting comment.  If I cannot contact the winner, you might be chosen instead based on your comment.

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3.) Blog about this giveaway on your blog with a link back to this post.  Come back and leave me a Comment with a link to your blog post. (If your comment doesn’t show up right away, don’t worry – I may have to approve it first.  My blog might think it’s spam but gosh darn, I certainly don’t!)

4.) I’m feeling Twittery.  If you Twitter a link to this giveaway, come back and comment here to let me know your Twitter name for another entry! (I’m dkmommy if you want to follow me.)

Feel free to do all four to gain several entries to win! You have until midnight EST on Wednesday, May 6, 2009, to enter.

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117 comments to “Water Ghosts” – Formerly “Locke 1928″ by Shawna Yang Ryan

  • Gary Osborn

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  • Maureen

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  • Bonnie Lamont

    It sounds very interesting, please count me in.

  • As evening came with its inevitable chill, Lena crossed the university’s quad at a quick pace, eyes sweeping side to side to keep ensure she wasn’t being followed. It’d had been a long day, and she was tired. She jogged the last couple of steps towards her dorm when she heard her name called. She turned, taking in the sight of a man with shaggy brown hair, and a slim build who looked just about her age. He wore a beaten brown leather jacket, and a nervous smile.
    “Can I help you?” she asked. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
    “Sorry, I’m Marcus Gregory, I sit behind you in advanced calc. Um, I was just wondering, do you think I could get a copy of Professor Deagon’s notes from today’s class? I had a problem, and didn’t make it in,” he said.
    “Uh, sure,” she replied. The two headed across the quad towards the university’s library, where the nearest copy machine was. Lena shivered as the sun completed setting, and didn’t refuse when Marcus offered her his jacket. With a murmured thanks, they entered the library, and she made a copy of her neatly handwritten notes. She gave him the copies, and smiled as he folded and stuffed them in one of his back pockets.
    “Want me to walk you back?” Marcus asked, and with a smile, she agreed. At her door, she offered him her phone number on a torn off slip of paper, grinned as he took it. She entered her dorm, and headed towards the stairs, only to realize she still had his jacket. She ran back outside, but Marcus was nowhere to be seen.
    The next day, Lena hurried to her advanced calculus class, eager to see Marcus, and not just to return his jacket. Imagine her shock and horror when Professor Deagon announced the death of Marcus Gregory in a freak accident the morning of the day before! She grabbed the jacket, thinking it couldn’t be real, and rifled through its pockets hoping for a clue. She found only a somewhat wrinkled but simple note, which read, “Dear Lena, I think you’re really cute. Maybe we could study together sometime?” signed by Marcus Gregory.
    ***
    Yay, ghost story entry number 2! Thanks for the multi-story/multi-entry, it’s fun trying to keep the stories interesting but short (which is my biggest problem, honestly, haha).
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  • I used to think there was something in between the walls of my bedroom.. I would hear noises, then when I would drag anybody downstairs with me, the noises had gone away! It was driving me nuts. Turned out we had a wasps nest in the walls! Whether they were beset on me by angry spirits or not I may never know…

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  • Aliya D.

    As a child, I spent summers in Sweden with my Nanny. She came from a well-to-do family and they owned an old estate with an ancient manor house built in the 18th century just south west of Stockholm. It was a relatively nice old house, full of centuries and generations of happiness… except one small red room on the third floor. I had heard rumours that it was haunted by a rather amorous ghost… LOL! One summer night when I was 8 years old, during the Midsommer celebrations on the estate my Nanny and I were given that room to sleep in as the entire estate was full to the rafters and brimming over with guests. No one is ever placed in that room unless a) the individual is hated and the host wants them to leave QUICKLY or b) there is no other option. All I remember from that night was being in a deep, deep sleep and suddenly having Nanny Annika jump out of bed screaming like a banshee and waving her arms around in the darkness like she was trying to ward off the devil! I remember crying and cowaring, while Nanny Annika scooped me up and ran like the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels… We ended up in bed with her parents (seems that no matter how old you are, hiding under the bed covers with your parents is what comforts you!) while she told them about the Red Room Ghost.

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  • christopher h

    once upon a time… oh my god! what’s that behind you?!

  • I have never seen a “people” ghost, but once I saw a tiger ghost-it was fast!
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  • Angela

    I live in an old haunted house! I’m used to it, but whenever I have guests they always get creeped out, especially by our downstairs. We have doors opening and closing themselves, people getting touched all the time, dragging noises in the attic, lights turning themselves on and off, and our trash can opening and closing itself. But the only really scary thing was one week when my boyfriend and I were arguing. It was a really stressful week and we were at each other’s throats constantly. Then at the height of our arguing we both woke up with unexplained scratch marks on our faces. It looked like someone had ran their fingernails down our cheeks and the marks stayed there for days. We stopped fighting after that.

  • Aliya D.

    Please accept this as my entry for May 3, 2009… Thank you!

  • Aisling

    I think this is more of a love story than a ghost story, but it’s true. My friend’s mother was in the hospital for minor surgery. She got a call about 3:00 a.m. from the hospital notifying her that her mother had died. When her 12-year-old daughter got up for breakfast the next morning, she asked where Grandma was. “I know she’s here, she came in my room in the middle of the night and said ‘I love you’.”

  • Aisling

    I’m already a subscriber and I’d love to win this book.

  • Linda Fast

    My sunday school class, SK and Gr. 1 were at church one evening in the winter. The old furnace was firing up and rattled as it gave off heat. The children asked what the noise was. My 14 year old son who was there also said it was the church monster. A few years later I heard the these kids talking to their younger brothers and sisters, the church monster had turned into the basement ghost. 10 years later the kids are now calling the noises, The Church Spirit.
    Not a very scary ghost story but their are always a few that are terrified by these noises.

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  • Teresa

    “As you are now, so once was I. As I am now you soon shall be.” Those were the words etched into a headstone in the old graveyard I visited as a teenager. One night several of my friends and I met at the graveyard hoping to give ourselves a scare. As we approached the headstone it simply fell over. We were scared to death!

  • Christina

    My short ghost story is – I met MYSELF in the corridor! One me was in a bathrobe, very vulnerable, and the other me was in a business suit! But was the other me really me, or a GHOST who wanted something – help or a way to escape? – from me? There was absolutely NO SOUND OR MOVEMENT while this was happening! – Thanks for the chance to win such a wonderful book!

  • Erma H

    I would love the chance to win, thanks.

  • I think I have a poltergeist at my place. Every time I turn around my flat is messed up!

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  • Aliya D.

    Please accept this as my entry for May 4, 2009… Thank you!

  • Cee

    Mine isn’t terrifying, but when I was little, my cat had to unexpectedly be put to sleep during what was supposed to be a routine vet visit. I was distraught because I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye. I fell asleep crying, and later that night had a dream. I clearly saw my cat come into the room and jump on my bed. I could hear his purring clearly as I pet him. When I woke up, there was a long warm spot on the bed where he’d been sleeping. I’m not sure if I imagined/dreamed the whole thing, or if it were a way for a beloved pet to say goodbye.

  • ky2here

    We lived in a house that was haunted. Nothing earthshattering – just a sense that someone was leaving a room as I entered. Kind of cool actually. No problems – just sort of interesting.

  • Annmarie

    I went to a small women’s college in upstate New York, where there were many stories of ghosts. The one that I “met” firsthand was a young woman who had attended the college many, many years before. Apparently she died while still a student, and she still lingers in her favorite place from those days…the theatre. As I was involved in one show, there alone in the theatre one night I happened to look up at the sound booth…and she was looking straight at me! Yikes…my hair stands on end even today when I remember it.

  • Annmarie

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  • renee

    Once upon a time there lived a woman who was so afraid of dying that she forgot to live, and then, she died anyway. Scary story, but sometimes it’s true.

  • Tom Andrew

    Would love to win thanks

  • well, i do not have a fiction ghost story for you, but perhaps a real one. While living in Portland,ME I had two encounters with the same spirit, if you will. The first was right out of the movies. I stepped out of the shower and wiped the steam from the mirror. I see in the glass, a man who is dressed in dark dress pants, bow tie, and a dark dress vest (the kind worn under a tux jacket). He has strawberry colored hair and mustache. I scream of course and think myself utterly ridiculous. However, he comes back one night when i believe that i am asleep. I believe I am dreaming and in my dream I am looking around my bedroom when suddenly he is there standing above me. His face rushes down towards mine and I scream, waking up. I “wake” up and realize that the exact same scene in my dream is what I am now looking at. The moonlight is coming through the blinds and well, everything looks so exact that I have to question if I was actually asleep. A friend told me the ghost was messing with me. Great. Anyway, I live in another part of Maine in an old house and have more stories. To sum up, I think I attract them :)

  • Aliya D.

    Please accept this as my entry for May 5, 2009… Thank you!

  • Deedles

    I felt something move past me three times while I was in my room one night. It was scary.

  • Ann

    One night I turned off the tv and walked out of the room. It turned back on. I went back and turned it off. Again it turned back on. I did it one more time and it happened yet again. I was completely freaked out. I ran into the room and unplugged the tv, ran upstairs, slammed the door and went to another part of the house because if it came back on after that, I didn’t want to know it.

  • Ann

    I subscribe!

  • Judith

    On the way to visit an elderly uncle at his nursing home on his birthday, we stopped off at the home of our elderly, senile father and asked him if he wanted to join us.
    “It’s too late to visit him now,” our father said. “He’s dead. I know he’s dead because last night he came to me in a dream and said that he’s with dear departed Uncle Bob now.”.
    As we were trying to convince our father that he was confused and mistaken, we received a call from the nursing home confirming the death.

  • CINDY

    Looks like a great read

  • Hello, complaint department? Some ghostie keeps eating all my chocolate!!

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  • Melanie

    When I was little I used to see “Ghost Dogs”, never ghost people.

  • Kimberly B.

    One night my teenage daughter was in her room. She came out a few times and asked what I wanted. I said that I never called her and she said, “I heard my name called.” Not the first time strange things like that have happened in our house.

  • Kimberly B.

    I already subscribe by email.

  • Ed Nemmers

    Everytime we tell a ghost story, we start doing the riff from the song “Ghostbusters”!

  • Pam

    In an old apt. of my husband’s, he used to wake me up at night by sitting straight up in bed and talking to someone I couldn’t see. He would tell me “they’re there but they won’t hurt us.” It freaked me out!

  • Leigh Nichols

    There is a haunted hunk of swiss cheese in my refrigerator. It watches me through the clear plastic drawer- and threatened the broccoli last night.
    I think it’s possessed.

  • mary

    well please sign me up, sounds like my family could use it!

  • Emily L

    Oh geez. Here I am telling ghost stories in the middle of the night.

    My halfsister was once setting the table in the dining room of her great-Grandma’s house about a month after her great Grandma had passed away and she heard her say “Kristina”. She turned to look into the living room, and there was her great grandma, rocking in her rocking chair. She smiled, raised her hand in a wave, and was gone. She said she felt like her Grandma was finally at peace.

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  • Jo Ann Hrouda

    Sounds like a good book

  • Melissa Brow

    This is a *possible* ghost story. I am not 100% sure but last night must have been the freakiest night for me in years. I put my son down for a nap and about 30 minutes later he woke up SHRIEKING…He usually starts talking or cries when he gets up for me to come het him but this was such a shriek…I didn’t really think much of it then when I went in the room to grab him he was following something with his eyes but nothing was there. So we came in the living room and sat on the couch ( I was nursing him ) and he shook his leg and then had a little shake like when you have the heebie jeebies. Then he continued to nurse and came off and started following something with his eyes again. When he was done he just sat on the floor then started crawling down the hall but stopped in the middle and was looking at something and laughing but I do not know what it was. Could be nothing but who knows? Gave me the creeps any how!

  • Diane Westerbeek

    Always open to new ideas!

  • Buddy Garrett

    Harry Breen is a creep. He was nice at first but he changed. I reluctanely agreed to go with him Thursday to the local romantic spot. Gray’s Cemetary, Things went from bad to worse. After roughing me up he had the knife ready to stab me when I heard a scream. He fell dead. A shadowy female figure floated away. After doing research at the local library a came across a story from October 1958. Betty Watson a local girl murdered by Bob Breen who turned out to be Harry Breen’s grandfather. I guess Betty got her revenge.

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