Missouri journalist and author Laura Miller recently debuted her young-adult novel entitled “Butterfly Weeds.”
“Butterfly Weeds” is set in small-town Missouri. Main character, Julia Lang, expected a nice night away from the office–free of thoughts about the case, her failed engagement, her past. But she should have known better. Her past haunted her every chance it got these days, and tonight it came in the form of lyrics she didn’t ever expect to hear again–not after a decade, not with a thousand miles between them, not in the arms of another man–and definitely not in the form of a confession.
Find Miller’s “Butterfly Weeds” on Amazon.com and online at Barnes and Noble this summer.
About the Author
Miller, who grew up in New Haven, Mo., and who is a former Post-Dispatch Scholar Athlete, works as a city reporter for the “Boone County Journal” in Ashland, Mo. She earned a Bachelor of Journalism and a minor in sociology from the University of Missouri-Columbia in 2006, where she ran on the Tigers’ track and field team. Miller has also worked as a reporter for the “Columbia Missourian” in Columbia, Mo., and the “Charleston Regional Business Journal” and “SC BIZ” magazine in Charleston, S.C. Along with reporting and promoting her new novel, she is also working on her next book, centered on race in small-town America. Miller currently lives in Columbia, Mo., with her husband, who is a TV meteorologist.
“Between a set of railroad tracks and the muddy Missouri River, a life existed – one of a more mature nature, if you will. Only several shops constituted its downtown – a dime store, a tiny, one-room movie theater, the post office, a bait shop and a restaurant that changed hands every so often. They were the lucky ones – the only businesses that survived a levee break in the last flood.”
“My gaze rested on a spot on the levee. Park benches and a small, white gazebo sat overlooking the river, begging passersby to pause from the world for a moment – to take in the way the current pushed its way south or the oaks that swayed in the wind on bluffs far off in the distance. The levee had always been my beach, the world beyond it, my ocean.”
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