Hi, I’m Chantal Warywoda - author and chronic over-thinker.
When I was about three, my mother overheard me deep in conversation with a crew of imaginary friends. Concerned this might be a red flag, she took me to the pediatrician. He reassured her there was nothing to worry about - though he did warn it was “a sign of creativity.” Looking back, I now realize I was probably living out a series of maladaptive but fantastical daydreams. Eventually, I began turning those dreams into characters and scribbling down stories. I kept them in a ratty old folder I still have to this day. Decades later, I’m still carrying around a head full of plot twists, unfinished dialogue, and at least seven creative projects fighting for attention - thanks, ADHD.
I am a passionate cook, avid reader, and full time everything! I live just outside of Ottawa Canada with my husband, our amazing blended family of six adult children and one grandchild, and the world's most delightfully derpy dog.
What a blast. While not normally a genre I read, it was so well written and moved at such a good clip that I was never bored and was always keen to find out what happened next. Each and every page had at least one zinger of a line that made me laugh. My wife will be reading it next.
Because I know the author, I really, really, really wanted to like this book more than I did. It may have been that I already knew where the story was going that made the storyline itself seem a bit trite -- I will say that I loved the epilogue! There were moments of greatness in the writing -- the line "I had triumphantly put together an IKEA desk without wanting to stab myself with one of the forty-six Allen keys that they had included," had me actually laughing out loud -- but there were also sloppy grammar/spelling/formatting errors that should have been caught by an editor. Chantal is amazing, and she will continue to do anything and everything she sets her mind to. I hope she write more!
#52bookclub2025 Prompt #36: Final sentence is fewer than 6 words