Each word is a lyricalliterary note. Her prose reads like poetry. This is not a beach book where youescape into another world. This is a book for the serious reader whoappreciates fine writing. (Author, NL Snowden)
Pasco's exquisite,languid prose and detailed characterization bring Underlying Notes tolife. A worthwhile and intoxicating read, it is highly recommended. (Lisa Lahey, B.Ed., Readers Choice Reviews)
Ms. Pasco amuses from thefirst line, choosing to start her story with a poetic yet accurate descriptionof a menopausal hot flash, awakening our heroine to a sleepless contemplationof the day to day troubles endured by her loved ones. (Joyce McDonald, GirleBooks)
Pasco's writing is like the scented labyrinths of herperfumes - we are treated to different layers of the story at different times.And when a 'note' or a story segment comes together, it's as if the last pieceof a puzzle turns the fragments into a whole picture. (Author, Suzann Kale)
My endearing attachment to a fictional character istestament to Pasco'swriting skill. A few scenes had meovercome, and I had to put the book down.This story will stay with me for a long time, and has earned a place onmy top shelf. (Author, Jonathan Womack)
Underlying Notes is a prose poem as much as awomen's fiction novel. Carla tells us her own story and it is suffused with thepower of the "juice"--all the perfumes she loves so well. Reading this novel is a heady experience. (Heather Hiestand, Romance Reader at Heart)
Underlying Notes is a light and fun read. Written in the first person, Ms. Pasco has the gift of beautiful prose that isa joy to read. (Bonnie-Lass, Coffee Time Romance)
From the Author
Prior tomaking final revisions in my manuscript for my debut women's fiction novel, Underlying Notes, I had to finishwriting it. By May 2007, I'd writtentwenty chapters and was in a quandary how to end my protagonist'spostmenopausal journey in the Second Act of Life. However, at this juncture I knew chapter 21required Carla Matteo to board an Amtrak bound for New York at Kingston Station. Because it isso imperative for this writer to cross the line of demarcation between fictionand nonfiction seamlessly, I intended to embark on the same course of action asmy unsung heroine, Carla Matteo. Armedwith a notebook, pens, and my then husband in tow, we boarded the 7:16 A.M.southbound train on the track running along one of the busiest small traindepots on the Amtrak system, close to where I lived.
Seated bythe window I began taking copious detailed notes as we moved along the coastalroute--all of which became incorporated in the novel, by the way--along withseveral fictitious twists of acerbic lime! At precisely 8:55 the train coastedto a dead stop at New Haven Terminal due to a major power outage affectingAmtrak's Northeast Corridor from Bostonto DC. Though passengers could haveboarded the Metro to Grand Central, there was no guarantee power would berestored by early evening, or how Amtrak's schedule would be affected. Sorely disappointed our much anticipated tripto walk around the city and have lunch at Sardi's were sabotaged, we decided towend our way back home to Kingston, RI via Greyhound to Providence and take ataxi from the capital city to Kingston Station where the car was parked--talkabout a round trip!
Eureka!While going Greyhound, a bolt of cerebral lightning struck where Idecided to incorporate the snafu in Chapter 21.What is more, my mind got on board an ending that seemed so right! There was no turning back--book speak only.
As our taxiapproached Kingston Station, we passed the small community church on Kingstown Rd. This time I paid closer attention to theweekly spiritual message sprawled across the sign at the edge of the property: God's purpose today may not be apparentuntil much later. I thought it so apropos for the revelation I just had tofinish my novel. At the time, I had noinclination whether my manuscript would be published, nor had I figured out myapproach in seeking publication. ThatMay I also could not have foreseen the myriad turns along my own life'sjourney, although I'm much further along the track than anticipated.