Reviews for Or Not to Be

Reviews from Amazon and Goodreads and a contest judge

Judge’s remarks from the 23rd Annual Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards

“Laura Lanni’s OR NOT TO BE has a fresh start. She jumps right into the intimacy of the Wixim family at the breakfast table and I completely connect with the main character, Anna. I was extremely impressed by the writing and the voice of Anna. There is nothing more important to me than to have sympathy for the main character and the author does this successfully.

Digging more into the novel, I am intrigued and interested when she dies. This really felt like a cross between women’s fiction and supernatural/time travel. It actually reminded me of PREMONITION, starring Sandra Bullock—which is a good thing! The connection between Anna and Eddie was strong and I was rooting for them to get together and when we find out that Eddie knows and understands how it works with Anna, I felt as though the tables turned on her! Now what?

This novel is well done and the character development is strong. The more you read the more information/history you get about Anna & Eddie. I empathized with both—yet felt frustrated at times for both. An intelligent novel—yet unusual. Overall, some of the strongest writing I’ve seen yet.”

From an Amazon reader:

Page-turning, mind-blowing. Unexpected.

This was a story of torment told in a new and very unexpected fashion. It kept me guessing and wondering all the way to the wildly unanticipated end.”

Mary:

“Expect the unexpected with Or Not to Be by Laura Lanni. This book was interesting with its life and death views from the main characters. Each page will bring something new to the reader. An unusual book that will keep you spellbound.

I received Or Not to Be for free from Goodreads First Reads.”

Taylor:

“This book was so unique and an interesting take on death. I really enjoyed it.”

4/2016 Susan Breen, author of The Fiction Class and Maggie Dove: A Mystery

“Beautifully written, passionate, challenging, imaginative, intriguing.”

Melissa:

This is an excellent book. Very well written, keeping you thinking, REALLY thinking, the whole time you’re reading it!

Marie:

“The story is odd with many twists and turns, exploring a weird timeline. We follow the dead Anna–faced with the choice of coming back to life or moving on–and the living Eddie.

At first you follow Anna, who soon into the book realises that she’s died during the day, though she’s not sure how. She’s given the choice of returning to her life, or stay dead. She can visit any point in the past and future, which is how we learn about her life.

In the second part, you follow her husband, and get some interesting perspective on their life, though I won’t say more to not spoil things.

This isn’t light reading, at least it wasn’t for me. I really liked how non-linear it was, timeline wise, and that you could see actions from both the inside and the outside. How you’re experienced by others isn’t necessarily the same way you’re experiencing yourself, which is a point well-made by this book. I also really enjoyed the explanation of death, and the mix of destiny/choice.”

Melissa Borsey:

“I started reading this thinking it was a sample I downloaded by accident and I was very glad it was the full book because I was unable to put it down! Very quick, enjoyable read!”

Smith:

“I really enjoyed reading this. It’s a lovely story and although it dealt with death it did it on a very uplifting way.”

Ellie Winslow:

“Surprised me. Intrigued me. Made me think. Kept me pulled in and along for the ride and I loved it. The metaphysics were a delight. The characters were complex, quirky and believable. You’ll enjoy it too.”

Rhea Parsons:

Or Not to Be by Laura Lanni is one of the most original novels I have read in awhile. It is about love, life, death, choices, regrets, hope and so much more. This book is highly emotional and I couldn’t put it down until I finished it. The characters are well-developed, quirky and I rooted for them through the whole story. The story is intelligent and complex, managing to mix science, emotions and spiritual topics seamlessly. Laura Lanni makes you think, she makes you hope and she makes you feel. The novel is suspenseful up until the end and while it was not the ending I expected, or wanted, it was a fitting ending that didn’t make me feel cheated. I enjoyed this book very much and can’t wait to see how else Laura Lanni will make my brain and my heart twist and turn.

Lou Clyde:

“In Or Not To Be, Laura Lanni tells an engaging story of the relationship between Anna and her husband and best friend Eddie. In a book that is kind of a cross between “It’s a Wonderful Life” and “Just Like Heaven”, Anna finds herself dead. She is able to observe her life, both before and after her death, from the other side. Lanni does an amazing job telling the love story of Anna and Eddie from the perspective of both characters. The mystery behind Anna’s death and the decisions she must make will keep readers at the edge of their seats. You will come to love the relationships between Anna, Eddie and the rest of her family. Lanni’s writing is so real you will feel like you are in the same room with 5-year old Joey as he eats Oreos with one hand and picks his nose with the other. You will empathize with Eddie for never being able to please Anna’s mother. And you will share Anna’s frustration as her relationship with Eddie seems to fall apart. Or Not To Be is a clever and wonderful story that I savored from start to finish.”

Liv on Goodreads:

“I finished this book, only to flip back to the first page and start reading it again. I have never loved characters so fiercely as those Dr. Laura Lanni has conceived. They are exquisitely real, raw, and full of life even on the dead side. Aside from the tangible people in this book, it is also a beautiful love story. There are no roses, no sugar-coated kisses, no elaborate romantic weekends. There are Oreos, and hand sewn pockets, and three generation sacrifices. Before sitting down to read, I recommend having a roll of soft toilet paper on hand. A box of kleenex will not suffice in checking the tears of empathy and envy for the characters. In my own life, I can only hope to experience love so wonderful and such peace with death. The afterlife described by the author is so logical and appealing, I NEED it to be accurate.”

Rosann M. Baxter:

“I was very impressed with this book. I couldn’t put it down. Every time I did I picked it back up and started reading again.”

Whitney:

“Awesome!”

Sue Cryer:

“Author, Laura Lanni, takes you directly into the slightly erratic heart of the Wixim family. This is good news, because you will want to stay with them until the very last minute of their soul searching journey. A journey where science, logic and love combine to explore the travels of the human spirit both during life and after. Lanni not only keeps her reader engaged, she compels them to embrace this family well after the written words end. This was meant to be a book I was planning to read on a trip, but I was three quarters of the way through it before the trip even started. The all-consuming gift of a story well told!”

Judith:

“I loved this book for its odd enduring human-ness. The story of a family trying to understand each other is all too familiar, and Lanni tackles it with a loving hand, creating both a pseudo-science around the finalizes of death, and a believable universe of infinite possibilities. When Anna dies at the very beginning of the book, we are taken through a lengthy series of remembered and misunderstood occasions. Eventually, Eddie, both a young and an old version, get to see their own story on replay, seeing the mistakes and repeating then just as inevitably. At its heart, this story is kind to its characters, and redraws their future selves in ways they did not expect.”

Rebecca Evans:

“I found this book intriguing from the beginning. A true page turner that I read in 2 days. I really can’t go on without spoiling the book for others. I will say that this book was thought provoking, tragic, and beautiful. I have highly recommended it to my friends, and will continue to do so. I also did not understand the significance of the mysterious cover until the end of the book which I loved.”

Susie D:

“Smart. Clever. Unique. Touching. Or Not to Be is the first novel I’ve finished in at least a year. I buried myself in this story on a road trip to a funeral. I’d close the book and stare out the window as my husband of 40+years drove us to the ceremonies that would give us closure to the abrupt end to a siblings life, leaving wife and children. After pondering the coincidence, or not, of this trip and this book, I’d open it again and fall back into the story of these two people, so different from each other, yet remained married, struggling, loving and… well, you’ll just have to read it to understand. A smart book, written by a smart author with her feet on the ground, her heart in her chest and words flowing out her fingertips.”

Millie West:

“Deeply intriguing and highly intelligent novel! The hero of this story, Eddie Wixim, has the unique ability to foresee the death dates of other people–including his beloved wife, Anna. This gift, or shall I call it a curse, takes a powerful grip on his emotions each time her annual date to pass comes around. As her date nears, Eddie becomes distraught and uncommunicative. Unfortunately, this takes a heavy toll on their marriage. Ms. Lanni explores after death experience with thoughtfulness and humor, and what will happen to Anna when her human departure date arrives? I enjoyed the book, and I confess I was surprised by the ending, but I felt satisfied with it. If you like to read intelligent novels, then this is for you! Highly recommended!”

Alexandria J. Rhyne:

“I couldn’t put it down! Send a copy to every smart woman (and man) in your life. They’ll thank you for it, I promise.”

L.Bellg:

“Laura Lanni’s writing is crisp and clean with a modern vibe that lures us into an age-old question with a fresh twist – what happens when we die? Exploring choice and circumstance from multiple angles, she intrigues us with the “what ifs” and “why nots” of this strange arrangement called life. With tight (but not rigid!) prose she explores in ways both humorous and heartbreaking that our exit point may not be so random after all. Perhaps within certain spaces of opportunity where matter bumps up against antimatter, we might have a choice as to whether or not we want to stay on this planet and how. Setting reverence and convention aside, she dares to explore her characters’ true feelings about the lives they’ve chosen and reflect upon the good, the bad and the uncomfortable with an inner truth we recognize but don’t always feel brave enough to confess – even to ourselves. Entertaining from the beginning and intriguing to the end, with an unexpected but satisfying conclusion that tidies up a multi-thread plot, Lanni leaves us with a teaser of yet another twist in the array of possible returns to the physical. I very much enjoyed this debut effort and look forward to reading more from this promising author.”

wisewomon:

“Since she can remember, Anna Wixim has had an obsession with a certain date: November eleventh. So when, on a particular November eleventh, she figures out that sometime over the course of the day she’s died, she’s not particularly surprised. She’s not particularly sorry, either. For the last few months, her husband, Eddie, has been increasingly distant, caught in what she has come to know as his seasonal funk. Anna figures her death is probably for the best because her marriage was falling apart anyway. She doesn’t know, however, that Eddie is himself no stranger to the mysteries of life and death. The reason he pulls away from her every fall is that he’s known the date of her death all along.

Laura Lanni’s Or Not To Be is a beautiful and evocative book which explores the philosophy of life, death, and what comes after through the medium of Anna and Eddie’s history together. As the story jumps backward and forward in time, the reader experiences significant events in both their lives, through both their points of view, and becomes part of the tragedy of a good relationship going bad through lack of communication.

I liked Anna very much. She was an unusual character in that she was a scientist without much of a romantic streak, and Lanni gives her a practical, no-nonsense voice which suits her. When she smells a flower, its molecules trigger her scent receptors; when she and Eddie kiss, their atoms come into proximity. It’s an approach that could have been grating if overdone, but Lanni uses it just enough to give a clear picture of Anna’s character. Her scientific mind also provides a firm jumping off point for discussions of death and the soul that hinge more on relativistic theory than theology. Some of the questions the book raises are ones I wonder about myself, so it was exciting to me to see them in print.

Some of the later portions of the book contained a bit more exposition than I would have liked, and there were a few minor editing glitches. But overall, I enjoyed my journey to the “dead side” with Anna and Eddie, and I look forward to seeing what questions Laura Lanni will tackle next. Highly recommended.”

R A Little

I keep crying, which is not conducive to reading! The unfolding story is so unique, and yet relatable. I can’t help thinking about my husband and children left behind after I die. If only I could get through more than 30 pages in a sitting… Not sure if I hope for a resolved ending, or more heart wrenching prose!”

Back out there at SCWA Storyfest

The last time I went to a writing conference I signed with an agent. Since then, I’ve independently published seven books, written screenplays based on two novels, blogged dozens of pies and COVID insights, and started two new books–one sci-fi thriller of an A.L.F. brought back to earth, with twists of genetic engineering and time travel, and a memoir of stories from five-year-old me, always confused by the world and certain there was something wrong with everyone else.

Now I’m going back. South Carolina Writers Association is holding their Storyfest conference and I’ll attend as a published author and owner of a small independent press, LMNO Press–with quite a different (and less stressed) perspective than my last conference. This time I’ll listen more, learn as I can, and maybe teach someone what I know. I might submit pages at slushfest, read at an open mic, and attend a crazy speed pitch dating/meeting. I’ll be on the lookout for potential authors to edit or publish in the future. And I’ll try to emerge from my quiet shell to network with talent from across the state. I hope to see old friends from writers’ groups and meet new ones. I anticipate a few fun days and am thrilled about some quiet evenings to write.

I was sad to learn there’s a $50 fee to rent a table to sell my books, which are heavy (and I’m frugal like my gram). I did the math and I’d need to bring a bunch of books to make back the fee if I sell them cheap. I’d rather attend the seminars anyway. I can’t miss this opportunity to find new readers, though, so my two novels will be free on Kindle (again!) from November 2 – 6, 2023 (for frugal readers looking for good stories to sink into on a chilly Fall evening).

OR NOT TO BE is a time-traveling, life-and-death love story for the most cynical geek: LESSONS IN CHEMISTRY meets THE TIME TRAVELER’S WIFE.

INFINITY LINE is a dystopian saga of a world controlled by women: THE HANDMAID’S TALE cross pollinated with THE POWER.

Alive, Anna considered leaving her husband. Dead, she naively believes she has escaped this difficult choice. How cruel for relationship problems to tag along to the dead side.

OR NOT TO BE, free on Amazon for five days!

In 2072, in a once vibrant metropolis on the eastern coast of what used to be America, biochemist Dr. Lorelei Fletcher hunts men.

INFINITY LINE, free on Amazon for five days!

An excerpt from a work-in-progress, SOMETHING’S WRONG WITH LAURIE

“What’s a cemetery?” The insistent question, asked multiple times to penetrate the argument between radio music and the roar of open window wind, comes from Judy from the backseat, the unfiltered older sister, who sits to my right and behind our mother in the front seat with the baby on her lap.

All four windows of the car are cranked all the way down. From the middle of the backseat the wind hits me from both sides, almost taking my breath away and whipping my long stringy hair in a circle around my head, except for the row of inch-long bangs high up on my forehead. I assume this is the purpose of bangs. Daddy’s tanned arm hangs out the driver’s side front window, two fingers pinching his lit cigarette. I am five, and already addicted to nicotine from all the second hand smoke in our house. His other arm, the pale one, steers the car. I watch his wrist hang over the wheel and know this is how I want to look if I ever drive a car, if I’m ever tall enough to see over the dashboard.

To my left sits the brother, called ‘my son’ by our mother, a boy with huge dark eyes and curly brown hair who professionally wears the grin of it wasn’t me like he invented denial. He has the other window, the one that used to be mine (back when Mommy’s lap was his) because if he sits in the middle he’ll make Judy scream. And if she sits in the middle she can’t breathe. And if Jimmy makes Judy scream, Daddy can’t think, so he can’t drive, so we go home instead of wherever the six of us are trying to go. Jimmy fears me, for some reason, so it’s just logical for our exhausted parents to use me as the human blocker, Switzerland, a dependable source of peace. But not today.

Mommy somehow turns her long elegant neck around to answer Judy’s question and adds her voice to the noise. “A cemetery is where you go when you die.”

The pile of plastic flowers on my lap drops to the floor of the car. Judy scrambles down off her seat to scoop them up. We had a fight about carrying them, well she had a fight. I’m Switzerland so the pile was placed on my lap as her punishment for shoving Jimmy and running down the street with the flowers instead of getting in the car. Now the flowers are fair game. In our family if you drop something, or get up from your seat, or leave a half-eaten banana (if we have any) while you go to the bathroom, you lose it. The vultures descend. I didn’t care about the flowers when she fought for them earlier and I sure don’t care now that I know where we’re going and why.

No one responds to Mommy. Maybe everyone is shocked. I look around and change my mind: nobody heard her but me.

The car is going too fast. Even if it’s a holiday and it’s what you’re supposed to do, I do not want to go the cemetery. Daddy’s big blue car usually takes us to the grocery store or Gram’s. If we’re good in the car with Daddy while Mom goes in the store with the baby we can have a banana. On the way to Gram’s we beg Daddy to stop when we see the chestnut trees in the huge park, but he only stops once in fifty trips, because the other times the chestnuts aren’t ready. At Gram’s we get tight soft hugs and wet kisses and we run around her house, inside and out. One summer we went to the fair in this car. On Saturdays in summer we go to the lake. We stop for potato chips and cherries and cigarettes and soda on the way. We play all day and get a sunburn and bury cherry pits in the dirty sand. We all fall asleep in the backseat like puppies on the way home, unbelted because there’s no seatbelt law yet. Once we almost went to the drive-in movie to see Bambi, but Daddy pretended we were bad when he didn’t want to sit in the long traffic line and took us home. Just like Jimmy pretends he doesn’t like what’s for dinner every night so he can have cereal. Why is Memorial Day a holiday anyway? Judy asked Mommy what memorial meant this morning, but I didn’t hear the answer because Jimmy dropped his peanut butter toast on the floor and demanded Captain Crunch. For some reason that made the baby cry, which started another blast of noise.

I do not want to go to the cemetery.

I smack Jimmy’s leg and he swats me away like a flea. I grab his arm and pull him to me. He sees I’m crying. I stare into his infinite eyes, panic rising, and before I lose my breath I whisper, “We’re going to the cemetery.” He nods and kneels up to hang his head out the window like a dog.

I yank him down and whisper in his ear, “There’s dead people. At the cemetery.” His eyes grow even wider before his face turns purple and crumples.

He gasps, “Dead people. The cemetery,” and starts shaking his head violently back and forth in anger. Snot is already dripping from his nose. Jimmy always gets me. Maybe that’s why he fears me.

The car whizzes through the turns of the crazy road while I sob beside my little brother in the backseat. Normally we put our hands up and scream with glee as the sharp turns throw us in a kid heap from one side of the car to the other, back in the carefree days of no seatbelts. Only Judy is squealing.

At a red light at the top of the hill the roaring wind takes a rest, and when mom finally turns around to check on us she sees her two middle children quietly sobbing. When I see her see me, I release the instinctive reaction to a mother’s attention; I open my mouth to a square and sob from my soul.

“Jim. Pull over.”

We stand in a line on the cracked sidewalk, a staircase of heads, the four-year-old, then me, then the six-year-old. By now Judy has joined the sobbing without knowing why. I haven’t been able to speak. Daddy squats and Mommy kneels before us. Behind them, I see the baby. She’s standing on the seat looking out the open window, seriously close to adding her voice to the fray. Seeing the baby makes me wail even louder. I don’t want her to die. Ever.

Jimmy has found his breath and he’s yelling, “Laurie (gasp) Laurie (gasp).” Over and over. This helps our parents understand that I started this. The victim always sobs the perpetrator’s name. They both focus on me. Daddy holds my shoulders with both crooked hands. I grab his muscled forearms and feel a little better. I try to take a breath through my hiccups. When I focus on his blue eyes, I crumple again into sobs. I don’t want him to die. Ever. He pulls me to his chest. They wait while I sob.

When I cry myself dry, and finally lift my head, my family encircles me on the ground. Mommy holds the baby on her hip as she kneels on the concrete. It’s Mommy’s voice that almost sends me over the wall again.

“Laurie. Tell us. What’s wrong? What happened?” She cups my chin in her hand. The baby reaches out and pats my cheek.

Mommy’s dark eyes match mine and Jimmy’s. I know I’ll look just like her one day. I try to speak.

“I don’t… I don’t want… I…” and I’m sobbing again. Jimmy joins in sobbing, but he can speak while he cries, so he starts to plead our case.

“We don’t want to…” he begins, his eyes are wild with fear, and he is overcome by the aching need to square his mouth and howl. Everyone watches, holding their breath, waiting to learn what thing must be avoided.

Finally we say together, “We don’t want to… DIE!”

We fall on our parents in a fresh wave of terror, but I feel a sliver of relief. We’ve laid the problem before our protectors. They’ll know what to do. Either we’ll all live, or we’ll all die together. It’s not up to me.

Judy catches the fear virus. She didn’t seem to know we were going to the cemetery to die. Now she’s crying for real. She’s fresh, at the beginning of the cry, and we all wait for hers to pass so we can have a family meeting. The sky suddenly opens up in a steady drizzly sun shower. Our parents usher us back into the car.

The seats are hot. The windows are still all the way down and rain drips in on the people near them. I’m dry in the middle.

Mommy begins. “Laurie, look at me.”

I do.

“I know you don’t want to die.”

I nod. I feel vigorous nodding from both sides. Daddy smiles and stops smiling in a blink. I didn’t miss the smile.

I look at him and whisper, “I don’t want any of you to die.” It’s the core of my fear—unfathomable life without them. He just nods.

“We’re not going to die,” Mommy insists.

“Yes. We are.”

“But not today,” Daddy helps.

“We will. If we go to the cemetery. Mommy said so. ‘A cemetery is where you go when you die.’”

Their three oldest children sit silently in the backseat, watching them look at each other, deep into each other, and decide without speaking what must be done about this crisis.

To their credit, my parents did not laugh just then. They stored my fear and my literal logic pressed into the pages of their Book of Laurie to take out and examine later, after I was safely tucked in bed, to marvel at the developing people occupying the tiny bodies of their children. As all parents do. But they did heed my warning and turned the car around and took us all home, where we didn’t even start to die for another quarter of a century.

OUR SOUR FLOUR HOUR, a silly children’s rhyming book to make your young reader smile

Sometimes bow rhymes with crow, and other times it rhymes with cow. What’s up with that? And why doesn’t sour rhyme with pour? Silly verses in OUR SOUR FLOUR HOUR show many rhyming words spelled as expected. In some verses, children will find words that should rhyme but do not. And then there are those crazy words that do rhyme but are spelled differently. Such inconsistencies can confuse beginning readers. This read-aloud book can help young readers use colored words and pictures to learn to love to read. Parents and teachers know reading is essential to success in school, and laughing as you read is the best way to learn.

I did it. On 1/2/21 I hit the “publish” button and released my second children’s book into the world. I did it without marketing, quietly with no fanfare. In this world of sadness and despair, I hope to make young readers smile as they learn to read. Help me reach them by sending a surprise gift with my little book tucked inside. It will make my heart happy to help you accomplish that important task on your list.

OUR SOUR FLOUR HOUR is available in paperback here.

#FREE BOOKS!

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2020!
LMNO Press will give away one paperback copy of each of my books on January 1, 2020. Just comment on which book you’d like to receive and a random drawing will be made on New Year’s Day!
Here are your choices:
1. OR NOT TO BE, a love story for the cynical geek.
2. INFINITY LINE, opposite of The Handmaid’s Tale: females in charge, men controlled, family and love be damned.
3. I LIKE TREES LIKE THESE, a children’s science picture book about the wonder of trees.
How to enter: Spread the word! Tweets and comments! Tweet about this unconventional giveaway on Twitter and tag me @lauralanni and state why you’d like to win the book you choose. You may enter for each book, but must enter individually for each. If you are not on Twitter, you may simply comment here–which book and why. LMNO Press will round up all kinds of entries.
FINE PRINT
Deadline to enter 1/1/2020 11:59 pm EST.
The Kindle version of OR NOT TO BE  and INFINITY LINE are available in place of the paperback at the winner’s discretion. These novels are both also available to read for free in #kindleunlimited. The children’s book, I LIKE TREES LIKE THESE, is only available in paperback.
Entries (tweets, comments) that do not specify a book choice will be excluded.
Please allow 4-6 weeks for delivery. Paperback copies only available to addresses in the continental United States. Kindle versions available to anyone with an email address.
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