HANK
PHILLIPPI RYAN: For the past year, no, a little longer, I've been
thinking about adoption, and foster care, and the bonds we have with our
families and children. On the cover of THE WRONG GIRL (my new book that comes
out tomorrow!) it says "What if you didn't know the truth about your own
family?"As a kid, I used to taunt my mother with "When my REAL mother comes and takes me away, you'll be sorry..." Sometimes my "real mother" was the queen of someplace, making me the long-lost princess who would--soon, I hoped ---be transported to some place where she didn't have to make her bed.
And, thinking back, in grade school and high school, I don't think I knew anyone who was adopted. At least, no one who said so. (I was an outlier enough--in 1956, to have parents who were divorced was a cause for pity and a bit of ostracizing. (You don't have a father? Oh,gosh...) Adoption was a mysterious and terrifying thing, back then 50 or 60 years ago, something that happened to someone else.
And when a girl "got in trouble" and "went to visit her aunt"--well, enough said.
| Either me or my sister... |
And as a reporter, I've done lots of stories about foster care...not only the incredible difficulties, but the stories of love and acceptance.
books I've read involving foster case was THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS by Vanessa Diffenbach. Amazing descriptions of the homes the character survived and the meaning of family.
RHYS BOWEN: I'm also amazed how society has changed in its views on illegitimate babies. In my last Molly Murphy book, The Family Way, the story is all about what it's like to be pregnant and married, or pregnant and unmarried--literally a difference between life and death in those days. Even when I was young there was really no choice about giving up a baby if you weren't married. I did know two girls who were adopted when I was growing up. Both with older adoptive parents who spoiled them horribly. And Hank, I also fantasized about my real parents coming for me one day!
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| Yes, Sputnik |
More seriously, I don't know
if I'd ever have started writing if I didn't know that my parents were writers
and that I had the genes, even if I didn't have the disposition. Less thrilling
is knowing I probably have a genetic predisposition to depression, bipolar
illness, alcoholism, not to mention acute narcissism.
Hank is talking NOT knowing
the truth about who your parents are. To be lied to would be a betrayal; to
simply not know would be something else, and I think it depends on who you are
whether it would be something that you'd need to find out.
And I have read the book and
loved it. It's fast, fun, at times scary, and very thoughtful on this topic.
(HANK: Oh, thank you, Hallie!)
(HANK: Oh, thank you, Hallie!)
ROSEMARY HARRIS: I knew my parents and still don't think I
knew them, so what does that say? Too late now. Sometimes my sister and I felt
like we'd been dropped into our family by aliens who wanted to learn about
humanoid life forms. And they'd be coming back for us.
Other than the aliens who didn't come to retrieve me, I have no
personal stories of adoption. This summer I read a wonderful book called Orphan
Train (edited by Hallie's editor, I think.) I'd been researching the orphan
trains of the late 18th and early 19th century and this book was wonderful.
Highly recommended.
(What were the orphan trains? - briefly, poor, orphaned or
abandoned children , mostly from NY and Boston
were shipped to the midwest to be adopted by farm families. Needless to say it
didn't always work out.)
HALLIE: Ro's comment made me think about how many iconic
children's stories are about orphaned kids. Cinderella, The Little Princess,
James and the Giant Peach, Ann of Green Gables, The Wizard of Oz, Harry
Potter...
DEBORAH CROMBIE: So interesting about all the iconic orphan stories, Hallie! I loved all of them! Maybe there is an inherent mystery in either not knowing where you came from, or in having lost parents.
DEBORAH CROMBIE: So interesting about all the iconic orphan stories, Hallie! I loved all of them! Maybe there is an inherent mystery in either not knowing where you came from, or in having lost parents.
I
have a friend of many years who was adopted (as was her older sister, but not
from the same biological parents). My friend did as an adult try to contact her
birth mother for health-related reasons, but her mother refused the contact.
That must be crushing.
But so many story possibilities...
And I have, I
realized, in my last few books introduced an orphaned child who has, and will
continue to have, a big part in the ongoing series.
| We think this is Jonathan and his mom |
HANK: Debs, that happens all the time. Can you even imagine...? And I do think that the fantasy of retrieval by aliens or royal
families or even being called to school via message from an owl shows how
intent we are on understanding where we came from. And we know that search doesn’t
always have a happy ending.
How about you all? Stories of adoption, foster care, searching? (And don’t forget I’m off on tour starting
Wednesday! Check my website for the schedule—I’d adore to see our Jungle Red
team on #HankonTour!)
And a copy of the amazing Sue Grafton's W is for Wasted to one lucky commenter! Her book comes out tomorrow, too!
And a copy of the amazing Sue Grafton's W is for Wasted to one lucky commenter! Her book comes out tomorrow, too!












