The Great Unexpected
In the little town of Blackbird Tree a series of curious events unfold when Naomi and Lizzie, two spirited orphan girls, meet the strangely charming new boy, Finn. Three locked trunks, the mysterious Dingle Dangle man, a pair of rooks, a crooked bridge, and that boy change their lives forever. As the story alternates between their small town and across-the-ocean Ireland, two worlds are woven together, revealing that hearts can be mended and that there is indeed a gossamer thread that connects us all.
Three different seeds came together to form this story:
The first: Several years ago when I was visiting a school, I asked how the students felt about “the unexpected.” I forget why I was asking that question, but their response surprised me. I thought they would be intrigued, excited, curious. Instead, they collectively leaned back in their seats. They seemed worried and fearful.
Their responses: “I don’t like it”; “It’s bad”; “It’s scary.”
That bothered me. When I was young and when my children were young, the unexpected was exciting: Visitors! A trip! Surprises!
I wondered if we adults and the media were passing along our own worries, taking the excitement out of the unexpected. I wanted to restore some of that excitement.
The second: I’ve long been fascinated by the magical elements that abound in everyday life and by how easily and creatively young people move between the worlds of fantasy and reality, by how rich their imaginative worlds are. (Sometimes, I fear, that imagination is drained out of them as they grow up.) I wanted to explore the ways in which we shape our own reality – from many sources, past and present, ‘real’ and ‘unreal.’
The third: Rolling around in my brain for a long, long time has been an interest in odd coincidences and in the many ways in which we are all connected – some of these connections become apparent to us, and some may never be known. I like the intrigue of that discovery and that continued mystery and seem to explore some version of this in most of my books.
These three elements rumbled in my mind for years, until they mashed up with images of a girl named Naomi, a boy named Finn, a cranky old lady, a crooked bridge, rooks, a small American town and an Irish village. And so emerged this story wherein fantasy and reality merge, where connections surface between seemingly distant people, places and things, and where the unexpected can be great.
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A beagle and cows are important to the boy in this story. I knew that the beagle was inspired by my sister’s dog, but I had no idea where the cows came from. Ironically, six months after finishing The Boy on the Porch, my granddaughter started working on a cow farm where she became especially attached to one particular cow and where she regularly draped herself across its back, much as the boy in the story ‘rides’ the cow.
Recently we moved to Maine to be near our grandchildren. On one of our first days in Maine, I took this photo of our grandson—a boy on a porch: