Just got this review from Joe Harris, a friend in his seventies. Although, KEYS may fit in the genre of Young Adult fiction, this book is for everyone! I also had one of my 85-year old friends tell me she couldn't put it down! Thanks, Joe, for your kind words.

"Last week I attended a book signing of a dear friend and neighbor, Kathleen C. Perrin (Chic to all her friends). She has a new book of fiction out that is titled "The Keys of the Watchmen". I bought two of the books and gave one of them to a good friend for Christmas. I kept the other one for myself. Friday I finished another I was reading and picked up her book and started reading it. From the get go, I couldn't put the book down. I finished it this morning. It is one of the best written works I have ever read; it has history, action, romance, fantasy, spirituality, and mystery. I recommend all my friends and family to buy this book and read it. You can get it on Amazon.com. You will not regret purchasing and reading this masterpiece. I wanted to write a review on Amazon.com but they wouldn't let me because I didn't buy the book through them and no, I don't get a commission on the books. Chic doesn't know I'm writing this."

I wanted to share a great review The Keys of the Watchmen received on Amazon. To see the reviews, click on the above button and scroll down to the "Review" section. And while you are there, please add a review of your own.

FIVE STARS  Engaging Wrtiting, Immense Insights, Unique Perspectives     
By lane vance on December 29, 2014
Format: Paperback 
 "I rarely read fiction, but I was drawn to read this book! Thank you Kathleen for your engaging writing and your immense insight into this amazing site along with your unique perspectives. I enjoyed your believable touch connecting your characters: Katelyn and her brother Jackson on the front end; Katelyn with her father and his new French wife; and my favorite - Katelyn with Jean and Nicolas working together in the heart of the matter. You wove the threads of a 21st century young woman and some intriguing French history (the 100 Years War) and the particulars of Mont Saint Michele and details about 15th century life during the conflict - along with time travel, discerning evil, and making solid right choices - into a beautiful tapestry. Thank you for sharing your perspective into how the people of Europe and the French specifically view Mont Saint Michele - legend and history and faith and powerful Michael the Archangel. I appreciated the pace of the last half of the book - I could not put it down. While the book is certainly appropriate for youth (thanks for no vampires or werewolves), I would recommend it for youth and adults. Congratulations and much success!"

I've had several people ask me if I personally have books available for sale, and the answer is a resounding YES! If you would like a personally dedicated or signed book, just let me know and I will send it out to you. Or, if you are in the Salt Lake area, stop by and I'll be happy to sign and dedicate it while you wait, with a smile on my face! Just press the "Contact Me" button, or email me at: perrinkc@ymail.com

And if you have read THE KEYS OF THE WATCHMEN and liked it, please spread the word! I need all the publicity I can get. I would be especially happy if you would post a review on Amazon or Goodreads. Thanks for helping me pass the word.

For any of you in the Salt Lake City area, one of my friends is hosting a book signing, tomorrow, Saturday, December 20, 2014 from 3 pm to 7 pm in the evening. Contact me for the address (press the "Contact Me" button in the above right hand corner).

Also, on December 26, 2014, I will be having a signing at the amazing TAI PAN Trading in Sandy, located at 555 West 9000 South from 9 am to 2 pm. If you've never been to Tai Pan, it is an incredible place to pick up some after-Christmas home decor at at least 50% off! Hope to see you there!

     I have always had a passion for words. I come by it honestly. My father was a true wordsmith and a storyteller par excellence. He made up tales of Rocky Mountain critters to entertain his children, and he wrote light verse that could compete with Ogden Nash any day.
     Both he and my mother were largely self-educated, but they both appreciated the value of words and proper grammar. They didn't have the advantage of being college educated, for they came of age during WWII and Uncle Sam had other ideas about how they should be spending their time. While my father served in the Army Air Corps, my mother joined forces with her sister-in-law to simply survive during times of great penury, each with a baby born while her husband fought overseas (my father in the European Theatre and my uncle in the navy in the Pacific).
     My father flew thirty-three missions over Europe in a B-24 bomber, including sorties on D-Day and during the Battle of the Bulge. During those dark days, he and my mother wrote letters to each other every day. Oh, how I wish I could rub my fingers over the agonizing words they both must have used to portray events that I cannot even begin to imagine, or over the words of longing they must have shared when confronted by the very real possibility that they might never see each other again in this life. However, that period was so painful and excruciating for them both that they burned the letters after my father safely returned. I think often of the book those missives could have written, of the legacy those words could have been for their five children, twenty-four grandchildren, and an endless posterity that continues to grow.
     My parents instilled in each of their children a passion for reading and a love of proper grammar. They lovingly but firmly corrected us if we ever had the misfortune of making a grammatical error. Without being pushy, without any undue pressure, they quietly inspired us to apply ourselves in school. They expected us to excel, and so we tried not to disappoint them. They encouraged us to think for ourselves and to use our imaginations.
     I thought that is what all parents did, but I have since come to understand that I was blessed to grow up in a home where good literature, proper English, and imaginative thinking was valued.
     I once told my daughter that I have never been bored, and I haven't! I grew up knowing how to entertain myself long before video games and non-stop television reality shows. Since the time I was a little girl, I have loved to write, tell stories, and concoct silly poetry like my father. I have loved to play with words, measure words, weigh words and dissect words.
      To me, words are like music. They have different pitches, different tempos, different values and different rhythms. Words are like colors used to paint pictures in every hue and shade possible: somber paintings or bright, blissful canvases. The writer is the artist, and his palette is filled, not with dabs of paints, but with an endless supply of words. What a stimulating artistic brush!
     My 94-year-old mother has maintained her passion for words. Her home is filled with so many books, you could spend a lifetime perusing them. She does a crossword puzzle every day, and our way of passing the time while on road trips together is working on crossword puzzles. Except for certain questions regarding current pop culture, she can 'out-word' me every time! She lives alone, and so I speak to her at least twice a day so that she can get in her day's quota of words. Each morning, she shares words from an inspirational thought to lift and inspire me. She is still using words to bless the lives of others.
     And so now, I use words to honor my parents. I use my word-brush to paint stories to compensate for the stories they lost when they burned their own words. I use words to write silly poems to brighten the days of family and friends, like my father did. If someone needs a silly poem for any event, I am the go-to person! I have even put to paper tales of Rocky Mountain critters for my own children and grandchildren. It is not only my legacy for my grandchildren, but my father's legacy. I am thrilled to see one of my granddaughters who now continues this legacy. She, too, has a passion for words. And so I write not only to honor my past, but I write to honor my future, to leave a legacy for my own posterity.
     With words, the world is an empty page with endless possibilities. Words constitute the most precious commodity we have. And they are free! I will use and cherish them as long as I am able. Words are my passion.