A indie bookstore’s blog did a deep-dive interview last year, focusing on how the author balanced research with emotion. They talked about visiting monasteries and punk rock shows for 'equal inspiration,' which explains the book’s wild tonal shifts. My favorite line? 'Sometimes God’s in the footnotes, sometimes in the mosh pit.'
If you’re hunting for the author interview, check out the 'Behind the Pages' YouTube series—it’s buried in their archives from two years back. The host lets the conversation meander, which works because the author’s tangents are gold. They joked about how their editor had to rein in their obsession with footnotes (apparently there was a 10-page digression on medieval theodicy that got cut). What’s cool is how they frame the book as less of an answer and more of a 'communal sigh.' Makes you wonder why more authors don’t embrace that kind of vulnerability.
I watched a livestream Q&A where the author sketched their writing process on a napkin—literally. They drew this chaotic Venn diagram of 'personal grief,' 'academic curiosity,' and 'bad coffee habits,' which somehow birthed 'Where Was God?' The interview’s charm was its lack of pretension; they admitted to stealing dialogue from their grandmother’s rants about the weather. It’s rare to see creators celebrate the absurdity behind serious work.
The book’s official website has a transcribed interview hidden under the 'Extras' tab. It’s shorter than most, but the author’s bluntness makes it memorable. They call the novel 'a love letter to doubters' and confess they almost scrapped it halfway because it felt too exposing. There’s a great bit where they compare editing to gardening—'you plant a dozen ideas, but only three survive the winter.' Made me appreciate the final version even more, knowing how much got left on the cutting-room floor.
The first time I stumbled upon 'Where Was God?', it felt like uncovering a hidden gem in a sea of forgettable reads. The author's interview, which I found on a niche literary podcast, was raw and unscripted—no polished PR talk, just honest reflections on faith, doubt, and the messy process of writing. They spoke about how personal tragedies shaped the book’s spine, turning abstract theological questions into something visceral.
What stuck with me was their admission that they rewrote entire chapters during moments of crisis, almost as if the act of writing was a form of prayer. The interview didn’t shy away from awkward silences or uncomfortable questions, which made it feel more like a late-night conversation with a friend than a promotional stint. I’d recommend digging up that podcast episode if you want to hear the cracks in their voice when they talk about the book’s climax.
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The sands and stories of Egypt always enthralled Isaac. Unable to travel and explore the job at a museum was the best he could hope for.
Yet the land of the Gods are soon to become far more real when an ancient relic is broken, releasing a vengeful deity.
Furious at the past that spurned him he craves destruction, even if it means his own.
But is everything all it seems? There is always a deeper reason and their fates may be linked far more closely than he believes.
"You woke me up," a cold voice echoed from the shadows.
Ivana gasped awake, heart pounding, unsure if it was a dream—or something far more dangerous.
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Years ago, Ivana should have died in her mother’s womb—until a mysterious seer performed a forbidden ritual to save her.
The price? The unborn child had to be betrothed to a god, bound to him for life without her parents ever knowing the true cost.
On Ivana’s eighteenth birthday, her parents mysteriously vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a notebook filled with strange symbols and cryptic warnings.
Now, years later, her search for answers leads her to Egypt, where she joins an archaeological team investigating a newly uncovered chamber. Deep inside, they break a seal that should have remained untouched… and awaken the very god she was promised to.
A god who despises humans.
With divine wrath rising, ancient secrets unraveling, and a bond she never asked for tightening around her fate, Ivana must confront the truth:
The answers to her parents’ disappearance begin with the god she was forced to belong to.
Somewhere between staying silent and screaming for help… she existed.
Seventeen-year-old Maren has mastered the art of disappearing in plain sight. Haunted by past trauma, locked in a toxic relationship she can't escape, and drowning under the pressure of school and a world that never cared to understand her, she begins to wonder if life is even worth staying for.
No one sees her pain—until he does.
The new boy, Kade, has his own shadows. He’s blunt, observant, and completely unafraid to call her out—making him an instant enemy. But when he overhears a moment no one was meant to witness, he realizes the truth: the girl everyone overlooks is barely holding on.
As Kade steps deeper into her shattered world, their connection becomes a lifeline. But secrets run deeper than he imagined, and when Maren goes missing, no one believes she’s worth finding—except him.
Fighting time, silence, and the lies that built her cage, Kade refuses to give up. Because sometimes, saving someone means proving they were never invisible at all.
A heartbreaking, haunting, and ultimately hopeful story about survival, truth, and what it really means to be seen.
There are a lot of supernatural beings around us that we didn't know they're actually living or true. Once they are just a myth, a fantasy, a mere story, but then one day, you didn't realize it was standing right in front of you now.
Avis Clove, just like a normal people, we have a lot of questions about the existence of gods or deities. And sometimes those questions don't meet their answers. She grew up knowing the stories of her grandmother about a two gods and one girl who's in between of the gods, and she believes it was just fantasy story that is just made up by her grandma. But, then she met the characters in that story, and the questions in her mind starting to find its answers.
In this novel, about the three people who is fated to meet each other, but leads to the most unwanted happenings of their life.
What will they do?
What will Avis Clove choose?
Will the love wins?
Who will be the end game?
Heaven never dreamed of marrying into a family as rich and powerful as the Wiles family, but an arranged marriage bound her to Damien Wiles and knowing he didn’t care about her didn’t stop her from falling for him completely.
Unfortunately, all she got in return for her love and devotion was a marriage full of pain and coldness yet she selflessly sacrificed herself when Damien was shot at.
After being trapped in a coma for five years, Heaven finally wakes up but doesn’t remember anything. At her bedside stands Damien, no longer the cold, heartless husband he once was—not that she even remembers, and a little boy who calls her “Mommy.”
Knowing that Heaven doesn’t remember their loveless marriage, and the pain that once defined her life because of him, Damien will now stop at nothing to win back the woman he once destroyed—even if it means lying to her and pretending they were the perfect couple before her accident.
But memories have a way of returning, no matter how deeply they’ve been buried. And when Heaven finally regains hers, the truth of Damien’s betrayal and the agony of her past come crashing back. Faced with the lies he spun and the love he now offers, Heaven must decide whether she can forgive the man who broke her beyond repair… or if some wounds can never truly heal.
Those words defined Claire Reid's entire life—and her death. At twenty-eight, she dies in a hospital bed surrounded by the family she sacrificed everything for: the father who forced her to quit school, the sister who took everything she had, the husband who treated her like an inconvenience, and the mother who demanded endless gratitude for their abuse. As her heart stops, Claire sees their relief and realizes the devastating truth: she wasted her life loving people who never loved her back.
Then she wakes up. One year earlier. One month before her family frames her for theft.
This time, Claire refuses. Refuses to give money. Refuses to stay silent. Refuses to be grateful for crumbs. Armed with knowledge of their betrayals and a fury born from her wasted first life, she systematically dismantles their manipulations, exposes their schemes, and reclaims her identity. But when she tries to leave her cold, arranged marriage, something unexpected happens.
I stumbled upon 'Where Am I Now?' during a weekend bookstore crawl, and it instantly grabbed me with its raw, introspective vibe. The author’s interview on a podcast last year was a game-changer—they talked about how the book evolved from personal journal entries into this mosaic of existential musings. What struck me was their honesty about doubting the project midway, almost scrapping it. That vulnerability made the final product feel even more human.
The way they weave mundane moments with profound questions reminded me of Haruki Murakami’s style, but with a grittier, more urban edge. The interview also revealed how much music influenced the pacing—apparently, they wrote certain chapters while looping specific albums. Now I can’t read the subway scenes without hearing faint jazz riffs in my head. It’s rare to find a book that makes you nod along like you’re in conversation with the author.
The novel 'Where Was God?' is a profound exploration of faith and suffering, wrapped in a narrative that feels both deeply personal and universally relatable. It follows a protagonist grappling with tragedy, questioning divine presence amid chaos. What struck me was how the author doesn't offer easy answers—instead, the story lingers in the tension between doubt and hope. The symbolism of recurring storms mirrors the internal turmoil, and side characters like the skeptical neighbor add layers to the debate.
I reread it last winter during a tough time, and it hit differently—the raw honesty about pain resonated more than any sermon. The ending’s ambiguity still sparks debates in my book club; some call it cowardly, others genius. Personally, I admire how it mirrors real-life faith journeys—messy, unresolved, but strangely comforting.