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Perjury
“My name is Perjury
and I wear it well.”
Perjury delves into the stories that hide behind death, religion, and untruths. From conversations with the dying to bold claims and ownership of the “liar” that is an author, Lord covers all the bases in a raw, brutally honest fashion.
For every lie holds greater truth.
and I wear it well.”
Perjury delves into the stories that hide behind death, religion, and untruths. From conversations with the dying to bold claims and ownership of the “liar” that is an author, Lord covers all the bases in a raw, brutally honest fashion.
For every lie holds greater truth.
100 pages, Paperback
First published June 12, 2014
165 people want to read
About the author
Laura A. Lord
12 books15 followersLaura A. Lord is the author of numerous collections of vignettes and poetry and one awesome children’s book about a T-Rex screwing up her entire day. It’s absolutely a true story.
Laura graduated with an AA in Liberal Arts, with an emphasis in Literature, and then spent a number of years as a writing tutor at her local college. Then she got married for a second time and the man domesticated her. It’s been quite tragic. In some effort to find something more productive than laundry to do all day, Laura started her blog over at History of a Woman, and began writing in earnest. She is also a contributing writer for Tipsy Lit.
Laura’s collections focus heavily on women’s issues in today’s society. She writes:
I’m the liberal, pro-choice, pro-gay marriage, secular, outspoken feminist you were warned about. I haven’t traveled the world. In fact, I’ve never even been on an airplane. My upbringing has been a sheltered view in a static, rural town. But I’ve lived enough lives for twelve people. I’ve gone through stages of names, tearing them off like a badge on my shirt and replacing them just as easily. I’ve got battle scars. I didn’t wage war against domestic abuse. My fight or flight kicked in and I ran. I hid, cowering and broken, and spent years trying to get the needle threaded, to stitch the holes in the patchwork quilt of my self-esteem. I never fought the demons of drug abuse and alcoholism. I spent weeks on my sofa, weak and thin, while my mother made me grilled cheese sandwiches and I tried to figure out if I wanted to live or get high. I survived my teenage years, not by resilience, but by pure luck that my attempts to end it were never fruitful. I didn’t learn to love me until every man I’d chosen had managed to redefine “love” as some twisted, ugly thing. Loving myself was never pretty. I wasn’t the hero in my story, I was the human. And this human is writing that story and she’s got a hell of a lot to say.
Laura graduated with an AA in Liberal Arts, with an emphasis in Literature, and then spent a number of years as a writing tutor at her local college. Then she got married for a second time and the man domesticated her. It’s been quite tragic. In some effort to find something more productive than laundry to do all day, Laura started her blog over at History of a Woman, and began writing in earnest. She is also a contributing writer for Tipsy Lit.
Laura’s collections focus heavily on women’s issues in today’s society. She writes:
I’m the liberal, pro-choice, pro-gay marriage, secular, outspoken feminist you were warned about. I haven’t traveled the world. In fact, I’ve never even been on an airplane. My upbringing has been a sheltered view in a static, rural town. But I’ve lived enough lives for twelve people. I’ve gone through stages of names, tearing them off like a badge on my shirt and replacing them just as easily. I’ve got battle scars. I didn’t wage war against domestic abuse. My fight or flight kicked in and I ran. I hid, cowering and broken, and spent years trying to get the needle threaded, to stitch the holes in the patchwork quilt of my self-esteem. I never fought the demons of drug abuse and alcoholism. I spent weeks on my sofa, weak and thin, while my mother made me grilled cheese sandwiches and I tried to figure out if I wanted to live or get high. I survived my teenage years, not by resilience, but by pure luck that my attempts to end it were never fruitful. I didn’t learn to love me until every man I’d chosen had managed to redefine “love” as some twisted, ugly thing. Loving myself was never pretty. I wasn’t the hero in my story, I was the human. And this human is writing that story and she’s got a hell of a lot to say.
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February 23, 2015
This collection of poetry and vignettes feels intensely personal, while also being easily relatable. Lord writes with literary flare. Her words are sparse yet compelling, a story painted with a single stroke of the brush.
Lord doesn't shy away from the difficult topics. Here she tackles religion, love, and death. Her approach is sometimes straight forward and other times sneaks up on us from our blind side. Regardless of approach, her words always feel honest.
Perjury is one of those books you can read in one sitting, though you probably shouldn't. Each piece is an experience that needs to be savored and explored.
Lord doesn't shy away from the difficult topics. Here she tackles religion, love, and death. Her approach is sometimes straight forward and other times sneaks up on us from our blind side. Regardless of approach, her words always feel honest.
Perjury is one of those books you can read in one sitting, though you probably shouldn't. Each piece is an experience that needs to be savored and explored.
December 14, 2014
I opened Perjury expecting to find a collection of short stories and Poetry; instead I found a collection of a woman’s life. Themes of femininity, motherhood, and as the name suggests religion, grief and death flow on those pages with skillful words that make you think and get you to feel. With interesting plot twists that are both unexpected and memorable, Perjury reminds me of the novel Violin by Anne Rice.
Laura A Lord defiantly has the literary writing skill of Rice.
Perjury is the kind of book for people who love short stories and poetry. It is a book for a woman who still needs to find her voice and for men who would like to understand feminine woes. Any woman would defiantly be able to relate the words flowing through those pages.
Laura A Lord defiantly has the literary writing skill of Rice.
Perjury is the kind of book for people who love short stories and poetry. It is a book for a woman who still needs to find her voice and for men who would like to understand feminine woes. Any woman would defiantly be able to relate the words flowing through those pages.
October 28, 2014
I got this as a first read. I really like this one. It is an interesting mix of short stories and poetry. It came out of a conversation the author had with a family member. It is a soulful atmosphere that the author gives the book. I will definitely read more of this author. Recommend this book for anyone looking for someone different, or looking a soulful read.
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