Showing posts with label Lisa McKay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lisa McKay. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

Coming soon from Lisa McKay

I can't tell you how excited I am about fellow Aussie Lisa McKay's second book, and hang on to your hats, it's not even fiction!!  Lisa has written a memoir of her long distance romance that I know will be funny, moving, thought provoking and refreshingly honest :)  Love at the Speed of Email will be available in digital format and paperback this June but I had to share it with you now!

While you are waiting, get your hands on her debut novel, My Hands Came Away Red, an exceptional novel that I have reviewed here. Bear in mind it is an excellent book club selection, too.



Love at the Speed of Email by Lisa McKay

Lisa looks as if she has it made. She has turned her nomadic childhood and forensic psychology training into a successful career as a stress management trainer for humanitarian aid workers. She lives in Los Angeles, travels the world, and her first novel has just been published to some acclaim. But as she turns 31, Lisa realizes that she is still single, constantly on airplanes, and increasingly wondering where home is and what it really means to commit to a person, place, or career. 

When an intriguing stranger living on the other side of the world emails her out of the blue, she must decide whether she will risk trying to answer those questions. Her decision will change her life.

June, 2012




Don't just take my word for it ~ check out these stellar endorsements:

Love at the Speed of Email is part grand romance, part travel memoir and part essay on life’s most precious gifts. Lisa McKay is a phenomenal writer; clever and comedic, poignant and pitch-perfect. You will love this love story.”
-    Susan Meissner, award-winning author of The Shape of Mercy and A Sound Among the Trees

 “Love at the Speed of Email, Lisa McKay’s engrossing memoir about life and love and home, is a wild ride that spans the globe. At turns funny, contemplative, and romantic, Lisa’s story resonated on many different levels and kept me eagerly turning pages, hoping for a happily-ever-after ending to this modern day fairy tale. I can’t recommend this extraordinary book highly enough!”
-    Nicole Baart, best-selling author of Far From Here and After the Leaves Fall

“A travel memoir with a deep soul, Love at the Speed of Email takes us around the world but always brings us back to the heart of the matter: humanity’s longing for place, purpose, faith. Lisa McKay’s seamless storyteling helps us find ourselves in every corner of her globetrotting and even learn a little about love along the way. A true pleasure for the journeyer in all of us!”
-    Leeana Tankersley, author of Found Art: Discovering Beauty in Foreign Places

Love at the Speed of Email is a riveting memoir by a talented author and globe-trotter. I loved journeying with Lisa McKay as she sought the love of her life and a place to call home. I can’t recommend this beautiful and triumphant story enough!”
-    Gina Holmes, award-winning author of Crossing Oceans and Dry as Rain

Connect with Lisa

Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Friendship Friday ~ What do you value in your close friendships with women?

This is Friendship Friday on a Tuesday! These posts had totally slipped my mind and they are too good to miss so I am posting one today and will be back on track on Friday.

Enjoy :)



Oooohhhh, friendships...

One of my favorite topics and one I grew to appreciate rather later in life than most. After growing up so transient - with seven international moves in my life by the age of 20 - I didn't really figure out that if I wanted to hold onto my friends across oceans I was going to have to work harder than most. When I arrived in Australia to go to uni I stayed six years, and during that time I was blessed with an friendship group that's still going strong today. Two of those friends who did psych with me are still my closest girlfriends even though I haven't lived at home for about seven years now, and they were both in my wedding in Jan. We started something we do every week - sending a "goals" letter on Mondays. So most Monday's (or thereabouts) no matter where I am in the world I receive a letter from the two of them telling me what some of their goals are for the next week, and reporting on how they did on their goals for last week. It helps us stay connected to what we're each focusing on and feel as if we know what's going on in each others lives. So, I think that's one of the things I value most - the continuity and that sense of being tracked and known and valued over time. It's so hard to hang onto that in a world that moves as far and fast as ours can now. And my friendships all over the world, but particularly in Australia, help me feel rooted and grounded. Not so much in place (though one day I'm planning on living back in Oz) but in a relational network that is an intangible home.

~My Hands Came Away Red~



Cheryl Wyatt

I value someone who knows me fully (the good, bad, ugly) but loves me anyway. Someone who, when I confide, holds that confidence as in a vault. Someone who won't just tell me what I want to hear but will tell me the truth in a loving way. Someone who will stick by me through thick and thin and who understands life's busy seasons. Someone who will pray their guts and heart out for me when I'm going through something hard. Someone I can fully know and be fully known to and love through our differences. Someone to be real with and know they're being real with me. Someone to laugh with. Someone who can tolerate my strange sense of humor. Someone who inspires me to grow deeper with God and to run harder after Jesus. Someone I can reciprocate all of the above with, and be that kind of friend for them too. Hugs!

A Soldier’s Promise ~ A Soldier’s Family ~ Ready-Made Family ~ A Soldier's Reunion

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

Special Character Spotlight ~ Lisa McKay's Cori


Today the spotlight shines on........................Cori


Lisa McKay's 2007 novel, My Hands Came Away Red, is one of the most moving and beautifully written stories I have read. If you haven't read this book, I encourage you to do so without delay, whether you are a teen or an adult :)

Lisa has been kind enough to share about her main character, Aussie girl Cori, and we have added pictures of how we imagined the rest of her missions team to look!

For those of you have read this story, we'd love to know what you think!

Enjoy:~


Brief physical description

I deliberately didn’t include a lot of physical detail about Cori in the book. There were a couple of reasons for that. I usually hate it when the narrators of books written in the first person look in the mirror and “take inventory” and describe what they look like. Pers
onally, I think it’s very hard to pull off narrator self-description without it coming across as cheesy, and I really don’t like cheesy. But, just as importantly, I wanted people reading the story to paint Cori in their own minds, to have a clear vision of her in their own minds, or even to be able to take her on and “wear her” as they were reading.

Perhaps a young Emily Blunt as Cori?

Max Thieriot as Kyle (Photo by
Micheal Bezjan)

Strengths and weaknesses

Cori is frank, smart, cool-under-pressure, practical, down-to-earth, and persistent. She’s strong and
independent. But some of her weaknesses (as with many of us, I think) are what you could call negative extensions of those positive traits. Cori’s persistence sometimes become stubbornness, and her strong independent streak makes it difficult for her to show weakness and accept help from others, to accept that some things are outside her control, or to accept that there may not be answers to the difficult questions she asks in this story – or at least answers that satisfy her.

Miley Cyrus as Drew

Quirk (if any)

Does making up stories about an imaginary twelve year old boy, Jip, and his pet monkey, Kiki, count? As a distraction and a coping mechanism Cori and the others on the team regularly devise elaborate plotlines for these imaginary characters when things get tough.


Josh Hartnett as Brendan

Your inspiration for the character

Cori’s strengths are ones that I wish I had had the gracious fortitude to consistently display on my own, very challenging, short-term mission trip wh
en I was a teen. Cori’s weaknesses… alas, they’re all mine. Okay, I’m sort of kidding. But only sort of. In terms of Cori’s spiritual struggles, however, I will own those fully. The questions that Cori and the others grapple in the face of violence are questions that I struggled with at various times and in various forms during the decade that it took to write this story. It was this deep character and spiritual challenge that I was most interested in when I started to write – that question of what would happen to all of the characters, with their different personalities, in the face of great challenge.

Julia Stiles as Elissa

Background to the story

Cori signs up to take a mission trip to Indonesia during the summer after her senior year of high school. Inspired by happy visions of building churches and seeing beautiful beaches, she gladly escapes her complicated love life back home. Five weeks after their arrival, a sectarian and religious conflict that has been simmering for years flames to life with deadly results on the nearby island of Ambon. Within days, the church building the team had constructed is in ashes, its pastor and fifty villagers are dead, and the six terrified teenagers are stranded in the mountainous jungle with only the pastor's teenage son to guide them to safety. Ultimately, Cori's emotional quest to rediscover hope proves just as arduous as the physical journey home.

Robert Schwartzman as Mark

Thanks Lis ~ appreciate your taking the time to share Cori with us :) Hanging out for that next book of yours, you know!

Relz Reviewz Extras

Review of My Hands Came Away Red

Interview with Lisa

Visit Lisa's website and blog

Buy Lisa's book at Amazon or Koorong

Friday, 27 June 2008

Unexpected Joy by Lisa McKay

One of the great joys of this reviewing caper has been "meeting" the wonderful Lisa McKay ~ psychologist, Aussie, author and most recently fiancée (congrats, Lisa and Mike!).

Lisa sent me her latest essay (believe me I would read this girl's shopping list!) and I loved it so much I wanted to share it with you.

With Lisa's permission, I have posted it here ~ just soak it in :)


Unexpected Joy by Lisa McKay


I've been in love with reading since before I can remember. Our family photo albums are peppered with photos of me curled up with books – in huts in Bangladesh, on trains in Europe, in the backseat of our car in Zimbabwe. Recently my parents went on holiday to Northern Australia, and I got a postcard from them not of Ayers Rock or Kakadu, but of a little girl propped up against the side of a sleeping calf, reading.

I can't remember my parents reading to us before bed, although they swear they did – sweet tales about poky puppies and a confused baby bird looking for it's mother. No, my earliest memories of reading are solitary, sweaty, ones. They are of lying on the cool marble floor of our house in Dhaka. An overhead fan gently stirred the dense heat while I chipped away at frozen applesauce in a small plastic container, book in hand. But it's from around nine, when we moved from Bangladesh to the States, that my memories of books, just like childhood itself, become clearer.

Of all the moves I've made in my life, this was one of the most traumatic. Abruptly enco
untering the world of the very wealthy after two years of living cheek by jowl with the world of the very poor, I discovered that I didn't fit readily into either world. My fourth grade classmates in Maryland had no framework for understanding where I had been for the last two years – what it was like to ride to church in a rickshaw pulled by a skinny man on a bicycle, to make a game out of pulling three-inch-long cockroaches out of the sink drain while brushing your teeth at night, or to gaze from the windows of your school bus at other children picking through the corner garbage dumps.

I, in turn, lacked the inclination to rapidly absorb and adopt the rules of thi
s new world – a world where your grasp on pre-teen fashion, pop-culture, and boys all mattered terribly. Possibly I could have compensated for my almost total lack of knowledge in these key areas with lashings of gregarious charm, but at nine I lacked that too. I was not what you would call a sunny child.

So I read in
stead. I read desperately.

I read pretty much anything I could get my hands on. One of the few good things I could see about living in the States was the ready availability of books. Some weekends Mum and Dad would take us to the local library's used book sale. Books were a quarter each. I had a cardboard box and carte blanche. On those Saturday mornings I was in heaven.

Like many kids, I suspect, I was drawn to stories of outsiders, or children persevering against all odds in the face of hardship. I devoured all of C.S. Lewis' stories of Narnia and adored the novels of Frances Hodgson Burnett, especially the ones featuring little girls who were raised in India before being exiled to face great hardship in Britain. But I also strayed into more adult territory. I trolled our bookshelves and the bookshelves of family friends, and those bookshelves were goldmines for stories about everything from religious persecution in Russia, to murder, to sepoy uprisings, child brides and honor killing in India.

"It would be nice," my father commented dryly upon reading the first draft of this essay, "if you could manage not to make it sound like our personal library was stocked exclusively with troubling filth."


"Dad," I patiently explained, "that's why I used the goldmine analogy. You don't just stum
ble across gold, you have to dig for it. I worked really hard to find that stuff in amongst all the boring family-friendly fare."

Mum and Dad didn't know everything I got into, of course. After they cau
ght me reading a tale set largely in a brothel in South Africa and confiscated it, I got stealthier with censorable material. I also found their hiding place – behind the pile of sweaters on the top shelf of the wardrobe – and read the rest of that particular book in chunks during times they were both out of the house. In retrospect, even at eleven I wasn't reading largely for pleasant diversion, for fun, for the literary equivalent of eating ice cream in the middle of the day. I was extreme reading – pushing boundaries, looking to be shocked, scared, thrilled, and taught. I was reading to try and figure out how to make sense of pain.

It is entirely possible that had we remained in Australia throughout my childhood I would still have spent the majority of these years feeling isolated and misunderstood. After all, in the midst of our mobility I never doubted my parent's love for me or for each other yet this did not forestall an essential loneliness that was very deeply felt. I suspect I would still have grown into someone who feels compelled to explore the juxtaposition of shadow and light, who is drawn to discover what lies in the dark of life and of ourselves. But I also suspect that the shocking extremes presented by life in Bangladesh and America propelled me down this path earlier, and farther, than I may naturally have ventured.

It was largely books that were my early companions on this journey - stories of poverty and struggle, injustice and abuse, violence and debauchery, yes. But they were also threaded through with honor and courage, sacrifice and discipline, character and hope.

Most people seem to view "real life" as the gold standard by which to interpret stories, but I don't think that does novels justice. For me, at least, the relationship between the worlds of real and fiction was reciprocal. These books named emotions, pointed to virtue and vice, and led me into a deeper understanding of things I had already witnessed and experienced in life. They also let me try on, like a child playing dress-up, experiences and notions new to me. They acted as maps, mirrors, and magnifying glasses.

In all those years of reading, however, I had never put down a book, no matter how much I loved it, and thought to write to the author to thank them for what they had given me.


Which is probably why I never expected to get letters about my book.

You spend years writing – going over every word again, and again, and again. You hear the title the publishers have chosen and feel an
inner ring of "yes". You reverberate for days with the shock of seeing something that has existed fully formed in your mind through someone else's eyes in the cover art they have designed to clothe your story. Then one day you get a box from the publisher, and you open it, and you pick up a copy of your own book for first time…

These were all incandescent but largely solitary moments. And after that, when the book actually came out, it felt as if it was out there doing i
t's own thing without me – roosting on bookstore shelves and in libraries, cruising around town, flying across the country.

After so much nurturing I was left alone in my empty nest and I felt a bit bereft, frankly.

And then I began hearing things.

It started with friends.


One wrote from the heart about reading the book during a trip to the town where he had once lived in far North Queensland – a place he had not visited for five years, not since the traumatic death of a close friend there.

"It was somehow nice," he wrote, "to have these guys trekking through the jungle dealing with their experiences whilst I was getting flashbacks."


A friend here in California told me he had taken the book with him when he'd returned to Vietnam for the first time since he'd fled as a refugee in 1978. When he left that time, Hai reported, he'd been a frightened seven-year-old on a small, rickety, fishing boat headed for Thailand. As they'd neared land a Thai police boat stopped them and instructed them to turn around and sail back to Vietnam.

"We had to sink the boat and swim ashore so they wouldn't send us back. Then they picked us up and took us off to prison," Hai said. "I was reading your book and it all came back. I know what it is to set out at night on a small boat and not know whether you'll live. They went through what I went through."


Then letters started filtering into my website mailbox. Total strangers – the ones who had accompanied the book in its meanderings without me – were writing to let me know about their journeys together.


They've written of how reading the book brought back their own experiences of short-term mission trips, of how grateful they were for an account of the difficulties involved in returning home after life-altering experiences, of how they came away challenged to learn more about what is going on in Indonesia and around the world. They've written demanding to know how the relationships in the story play out. They've w
ritten just to admonish me to write faster. One letter that made me laugh out loud started with, "Lisa. I have just two words for you – HURRY UP! I am a quarter of the way through your book and I am already hitting your website looking for a new one."

There have been a handful of these letters that have taken my breath away and left me profoundly overwhelmed. Many of these came from those who themselves survived the conflict my characters found themselves caught up in. One woman who lived in Ambon for many years and must remain unnamed, wrote:


"Your book really captured the gut-wrenching, tragic stuff that that conflict in the Maluku islands was all about. I must say it was a bit of an emotional ride to experience Cori's journey as I read it. My colleague just read it, and her word was, "raw". We and basically everyone we knew there, Indonesian and ex-pat, lost our homes, and some lost much, much, more.


I'm very thankful for the healing from the wounds caused by hearing so many stories of human tragedy and loss, but found myself realizing anew that all that we heard and experienced has changed how we see things… Obviously, this conflict affected us all in many ways, but by God's grace, we've found new 'normals', and can relate to the suffering in our world that we had no idea about prior to this."


These letters have been many things – not least encouraging and energizing. But most of all I think, they have been humbling.


It amazes me to think that "Hands" has called out to others – that it has stirred memories, given voice to struggles and questions, and kept people company as they reflected on how they have changed as a result of pivotal times of suffering and struggle in their own lives.

I didn't write it hoping for that, not consciously. I wrote out of many of the compulsions that drove me to read as a lonely child. I was reaching for a private understanding. I was plumbing the depths of things that scare me. I was trying to figure out how to make sense of pain. And I was trying to follow through on a promise I made at eighteen.

What specific designs God may have on our lives, and how on earth we figure out what they might be, is a mystery that's been pondered at length by minds far more versatile than mine. Personally I don't think God minded overmuch whether I studied psychology or medicine in 1995, whether I moved to Croatia or Kazakhstan in 2001, or whether I ate raisin bran or cherry strudel for breakfast yesterday. This book is one of only a handful of things in my life I dare use the word "called" in reference too, and when I made that decision at eighteen and even while I was writing it I had little firm idea why I might feel that way. I had no training or experience in writing. I had never had a single thing published. And I had so little idea what I was doing on my first draft that I wrote seventy thousand words too many and didn't grasp until much later how unusual it was to be offered a contract off an unsolicited submission by the first publisher I queried.


Sometimes, many times perhaps, we may feel that abstract soul-tug of "calling" and never get a glimpse of reason or impact. So these echoes that come to me now in the form of comments and letters, they have been an unexpected joy.


They remind me of all I love best about reading, and gift me awe that I am so blessed to have been granted privilege to feed in some small way into other's essential dialogue between fiction and real, between us and God, between what is story and what is remembered, and between what has been and what will yet be.


Thank you.


© lisa mckay 2008

Relz Reviewz Extras

If you haven't read Lisa's book, My Hands Came Away Red, you are missing out! Add it to your TBR as soon as you can.

My review

Interview with Lisa

Visit Lisa's website

Buy My Hands Came Away Red at Amazon or Koorong

Sunday, 30 September 2007

Interview with Lisa McKay

Lisa McKay's debut novel, my hands came away red, has impacted me on many levels and I encourage everyone to read it as soon as they can. A fellow Aussie, Lisa could hardly say no when I pestered her for an interview so enjoy reading about an Aussie girl made good in the States, in her career as a forensic psychologist and now, as a talented and compassionate author.

Here are Lisa's thoughts:~

ON WRITING...

Please share some of your writing/publishing journey with us

I could write a book on that alone – although it probably wouldn’t be that interesting, come to think of it. In short, I decided to write this book when I was 18. I took me until I was 25 before I wrote anything that seemed to “work” and another four years after that before I had a complete first draft. In comparison, the publication process was actually quite smooth (so smooth my editor has warned me not to tell this story at writer’s conferences, should that time ever come, as he says people will hate me and there might be death threats). I submitted the manuscript unsolicited to three publishing companies and five agents and ended up signing a contract with the first publishing company I had queried.

Why Christian fiction?

I never set out to write “Christian fiction” – I just wanted to tell a story about a girl who collides with some of the harsh realities of this world we live in, and has to confront a lot of questions about meaning and purpose and faith. Although I started by submitting to Christian publishing companies I wasn’t at all sure they would be interested because the story is so “gritty” in places. On the other hand I thought secular publishing companies wouldn’t want it because (as one of my friends said) “God does get mentioned an awful lot.” I’m so thankful it’s found a home, and the team at Moody Publishing has been a dream to work with.

What kept you busy before the writing bug bit?

Studies, mostly. I was a full time student and trying to figure out what on earth I should be doing with my life next (a question I still ask regularly).

Are you planning to write another book?

Yes. I’m mulling over fiction ideas. I think I have one I’m just about ready to start working on in the next couple of months. I’m also thinking about some non-fiction ideas.

You have a full time job as a forensic psychologist involving a lot of travel ~ what on earth does a “regular” writing day look like for you?

A regular writing day is usually a weekend day at the moment. I try hard to reserve Sunday afternoons and evenings for writing – and also write at least one or two evenings a week. It’s challenging. That rhythm works well for writing essays – which are much shorter and self-contained pieces – but could be a lot more difficult in terms of writing another novel. We’ll see.

On my hands came away red...

How was this story placed on your heart?

I was 18 and preparing to go on my own short-term mission trip to the Philippines when I read a story in the Washington Post about pirates in South East Asia. I wondered what would happen if a mission team ran into these pirates, and why it seemed like to me there were so few stories about Christians having their faith tested by contemporary events (as opposed to stories set hundreds of years ago or in the future). And I decided I would write a book that explored something like that. Over time the location and the issues in the story changed. Pirates never quite make an appearance in “Hands” – although they are mentioned.

What was your favourite scene to write?

It's too hard to pick just one! So here are two favourites. I loved writing all the scenes with Jip and Kiki in them because they usually made me laugh. I also really liked writing the near-drowning scene - there was something about trying to capture that experience through the eyes of the narrator herself that was really fascinating.

I love that Cori is an Australian character ~ did you ever contemplate making her American?

Nope, and one of the reasons (although not the only one) is very practical. The book is written in the first person, and I would find it very difficult to erase all the Australianisms from my speech if I was trying to write from the point of view of someone who was born and raised in the States.

Obviously your work impacted the storyline - to what extent?

It’s interesting how the strands weave together. While the vast majority of the first draft of this novel was written before I started working at the Headington Institute, I do think my study and working experiences with trauma prior to that gave me additional insight into various characters reactions and the sorts of existential questions that are often raised by highly traumatic experiences.

Any ideas who you might cast in a movie of the book?

Wow. No, not really. I've been so busy writing I haven't watched too many movies lately so I'm not up on young actresses and actors. Cori would have to have an Australian accent though J.

Many of the scenes in the book are emotionally exhausting - how did you cope writing them?

On some days, and with some scenes, it was very difficult. Writing the first massacre scene, for example, floored me emotionally for days. I spent a fair bit of time in and around writing many of the scenes in this book feeling some combination of dazed, desperate, despairing, and exhausted. Yeah, I know, it makes writing sound really fun!

When I was working on this book I rarely wrote for more than five hours in a single day. That was generally about my limit for how long I could sit with that intensity. Exercising and reading something very different from what I was working on - something light and fluffy – and prayer, and spending time with other people also helped counterbalance some of the heaviness.

What impact do you hope this book has upon the reader?

For starters, I would love for people to be captivated by this story and find it compelling and moving and authentic. I didn’t write it only because I wanted to entertain, but that’s part of it.

I do hope, however, that people are not only entertained but also challenged. Challenged to think deeply about some of the hard questions the characters grapple with, and also challenged to learn more about the reality of the need and hardship that exists in so many places in Indonesia and elsewhere. Ultimately, it would be even better if that translated into action – that people ended up encouraged to contribute to meeting those needs in small or big ways - financially, practically, or in other ways.

ON MATTERS PERSONAL...

Do you read Christian fiction yourself? If so, some favourite authors or books both Christian and/or secular?

I read a lot – both Christian and secular. Some of Christian fiction books I’ve really enjoyed recently include Feeling For Bones by Bethany Piece (a fellow Moody author), The Dead Don’t Dance by Charles Martin, and The Secret Life of Becky Miller by Sharon Hinck. Additional books I’ve really enjoyed recently include Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts, Love Walked In by Marisa de los Santos, The Beautiful Things That Heaven Bears, by Dinaw Mengestu, and Gilead by Marilynne Robinson.

What are you reading at the moment?

Anne Lammott’s Bird by Bird.

Favourite movie and favourite line from a movie?

I thought first of the movie The Princess Bride – and then I thought of a particularly apropos quote – “Never get involved in a land war in Asia.” But I can’t really say it’s my favourite.

My favourite that I’ve seen recently is Amazing Grace.

“When people speak of great men, they think of men like Napoleon - men of violence. Rarely do they think of peaceful men. But contrast the reception they will receive when they return home from their battles. Napoleon will arrive in pomp and in power, a man who's achieved the very summit of earthly ambition. And yet his dreams will be haunted by the oppressions of war. William Wilberforce, however, will return to his family, lay his head on his pillow and remember: the slave trade is no more.”

Who inspires you?

People like Wilberforce inspire me. If there is any shred of truth in some of the stories about him, he was torn between his desire to live a quiet life of contemplation and his sense that he was being called to fight for a cause – the abolition of the slave trade – on a far larger stage.

I’m privileged to know many people around the world who have sacrificed in big and small ways to work in some way for human rights, poverty alleviation, health care, and education… to work for good. They all inspire me.

How many countries have you lived in and where do you feel most at home?

I’ve lived in Australia, Canada, the US, Bangladesh, Zimbabwe, Indonesia, the Philippines and Croatia. How does the song go, though? “I still call Australia home” J. With one exception, my immediate and extended family all live in Australia and it’s the country I have considered home my entire life.

Please share some of your faith journey...

I became a Christian very young – I can’t remember a single point where I made the “decision” to believe as a child. As an adult, however, I have grappled with the same questions that haunt various characters in Hands, and the paradox that seems inherent in the concept of loving, omnipotent, God and the flourishing of suffering and evil. Sometimes I feel that the older I get, the fewer “certain answers” I feel there are in life and in faith. But, so far, even when my mind has been most occupied in tripping over it’s own questions there has still been a deeper river running through my soul, bearing me along, refusing to relinquish me permanently to the rapids of denial, doubt, and fear.

Some essential questions for an Aussie living in Los Angeles!

What was the most difficult cultural adjustment to living in the US?

I don't know if this was the most difficult, but it was one of the difficult ones - is the general difference in sense of humour and the use of sarcasm. I had to learn that people would take me seriously if I said something with a straight face, no matter how ridiculous it was - and then we'd both be embarrassed when it turned out I was teasing. I am less sarcastic here, especially with people I don't know well.

Have you kept your Aussie accent?

I'm trying! I fought hard to get that accent back after mostly living overseas between the ages of 7 and 19, and I am fighting hard to keep it now!

Favourite place to visit in the US

I have problems narrowing things down – so instead of one – here’s five favorite places: Yosemite National Park (it's just fantasy novel beautiful). The Santa Monica pier (I feel like I'm starring in a movie when I step onto it). Old Town Pasadena (it's actually not very old, but it's cute nonetheless). Washington DC (my sister lives there). Hawaii (that place is just tropical island idyllic)

Do you still eat vegemite on toast for breakfast or have you converted you to waffles?!

Neither. I'm a raisin bran and 1% milk girl. Except when I haven't had any time to grocery shop (which has been happening a lot recently) and then I'm half-ashamed to admit I'm a "Starbucks for breakfast" girl. I have yet to see them serving any “vegemite scones” at starbucks, but I live in hope.

Any last words...

Thanks for reading this far! If you’re interested in finding out what I’m up to, visit my website at www.lisamckaywriting.com - where you’ll find a number of my essays. And if you’re if you are interested in learning more about ways to contribute to poverty alleviation and justice advocacy in Indonesia or other areas of the world I urge you to check out the websites of International Justice Mission (www.ijm.org) and Opportunity International (www.opportunity.org). I am donating my author royalties from the sale of “Hands” to these two organizations.

Lisa ~ it has been a fair dinkum delight to interview you - LOL! Thanks so much for giving of your time. I will be holding you to that next novel idea :)

To read my review, click here.

my hands came away red is available now and published by Moody. For Aussies, pre order from Koorong by clicking here - you won't be disappointed!

Thursday, 6 September 2007

my hands came away red by Lisa McKay

"It would be nice if my main motivation had been sharing the love of Jesus, or at least helping the poor..."

Frustrated by pressure she feels from her former boyfriend and confused about her future direction, Cori jumps at the chance to participate in a missions trip to Indonesia.

Boot camp introduces Cori to her team mates, Kyle, Elissa, Mark, Brendan and Drew and leaves her exhausted and blistered and yet unprepared for the horrifying reality the team faces when a conflict between Muslim and Christian villagers destroys the newly constructed church and decimates the village.

Led by young villager Mani, grieving the slaughter of his parents, the team escapes into the treacherous Indonesian jungle with fear, anxiety and despair lacerating their faith in each other and God.

To say I was blown away by the intensity and power of Lisa McKay's debut novel is an understatement! Cori's voice is clear and emotive and her internal struggles throughout the entirety of the book bespoke a genuineness of character rarely found. Lisa beautifully described the village and drew me in to the looming tragedy with stunning prose. I experienced the heart pounding fear and desperation of her characters to such an extent that I had to put the book down to give my heart a rest! It was only for a minute however as the fate of the village and the team held me captive.

While most of the characters are in their late teens this book's appeal extends far beyond readers of the same age. Lisa has drawn characters with exceptional depth and accuracy and handles issues of God's sovereignty in the midst of human tragedy without trite or pat answers. The authority and realism Lisa's career of providing psychological and spiritual support to aid workers, gives authority and realism to a story that is second to none. Cori's journey, through emotional and physical turmoil is not to be missed.

I have no hesitation in stating that my hands came away red is the finest book I have read this year and I hope it is the first of many from this Australian author.

my hands came away red
is available now from Moody Publishers and can be pre-ordered at Koorong.

This review will be published in the November issue of the new Australian Baptist Women's Living Life magazine!

Monday, 27 August 2007

Christian Fiction Challenge ~ my hands came away red ~ new read I have been dying to share!

1. Title: my hands came away red

2. Author: Lisa McKay

3. Copyright: Moody, 2007

4. How long was the book languishing in your TBR pile?: 2 weeks

5. What made you buy/borrow the book in the first place? Sharon Hinck mentioned she had met an Aussie author at ICRS so I checked out Lisa's website and requested an ARC from Moody.

6. What were your thoughts on the story? Brilliant, challenging, emotive, absorbing, a MUST read....I could go on!!!

7. Now do you wish you read the book sooner? Yes!

8. Any questions/statements for the author? Please write quickly and "you little bewdy!"

9. Where will the book reside now? On my bookshelf, lent to friends and will be my Book Club's first pick for 2008!

My complete review will be coming soon!

Friday, 10 August 2007

Aussie, aussie, aussie ~ oi, oi, oi!!!!

For those of you who are wondering what on earth the title is about, that is a famous Aussie cheer we use at the cricket and any other event when we want to support an Australian athlete. I am using it here to support an Aussie girl, Lisa McKay who has made good ~ in her career as a forensic psychologist and now, in publishing with her debut novel, My Hands Came Away Red, set to release in September, 2007 from Moody.

Lisa McKay

Lisa trained as a forensic psychologist at the University of New South Wales in Sydney, and also holds a masters degree in international peace studies from Notre Dame.

Lisa is the director of Training and Education Services for the Headington Institute in Los Angeles, providing psychological and spiritual support to humanitarian relief and development workers around the world. She has authored numerous articles and continuing education modules for mental health professionals on understanding, assessing, and treating acute stress, and writes a monthly series of stress management tips for humanitarian workers, “Peace by Piece.”

My Hands Came Away Red

Cori signs up to take a mission trip to Indonesia during the summer sfter her senior year of high school. Inspired by happy visions of building churches and seeing beautiful beaches, she gladly escapes her complicated love life back home. Five weeks after their arrival, a sectarian and religious conflict that has been simmering for years flames to life with deadly results on the nearby island of Ambon. Within days, the church building the team had constructed is in ashes, its pastor and fifty villagers are dead, and the six terrified teenagers are stranded in the mountainous jungle with only the pastor’s teenage son to guide them to safety. Ultimately, Cori’s emotional quest to rediscover hope proves just as arduous as the physical journey home.

Lisa received this glowing comment from Publishers Weekly, "This is one of Christian fiction's best novels of the year."

Look for my review in September.

For all you Aussies wanting to support Lisa, you can order your copy from Koorong by clicking here!

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