Seven Books that Changed my Life

Posted on 05/21/15

Long before I was a writer I was a voracious reader.  I’ve read thousands of books in my life time.  But there are seven that really changed my life.  Some of them turned me into a reader, some of them spoke to my soul.  And some of them convinced me that I wanted to write.

Here’s they are in the order I read them.

Book Cover -- A Princess of Mars

The Barsoom series by Edgar Rice Burroughs.  I read these books when I was ten.  They were the first real novels I’d ever read, with real, grown up people in them.  And let me say that no one could buckle a swash like John Carter, Warlord of Mars.  And the love story between John Carter and Deja Thoris, Princess of the Red Race was . . . well . . . scandalous.  My fourth grade teacher told my mother I shouldn’t be reading this book.  My mother told my fourth grade teacher to shut her mouth.  (Way to go, Mom!)




Red Planet by Robert Heinlein.  Another Martian story.  But, hey it was the 1960s and going to Mars didn’t seem so insurmountable.  This book introduced me to Robert Heinlein.  It was like a gateway drug, opening up all kinds of vistas populated by authors like Arthur C. Clarke and Isaac Asimov.  I have the entire works of all of these deans of Science Fiction.  This was all I read until . . .




Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, which I read in seventh grade.  I might never have read it were it not for my aunt who thought it was a darn shame that a young lady such as myself was addicted to what she called “boys’ books.”  I discovered that “girls’ books” was a euphemism for romance.  But I didn’t learn that for a long, long time.  In any case, Aunt Annie thrust Jane Eyre into my hands and my life was never quite the same after that.  That summer, I read the entire works of Charlotte, Emily, and Anne Bronte.  I was hooked on romance, but I didn’t know it.  I thought these books were just “girls’ books.”




The Once and Future King by T.H. White.  Fantasy and romance.  Together?  Along with a great children’s story featuring a sword in a stone?  What was not to like?  I read this book in ninth grade.  It was the gateway to Marion Zimmer Bradley and many other reiterations of the Arthurian story, followed by the discovery of JRR Tolkein, CS Lewis and the Ursula LeGuin’s incomparable Earthsea Trilogy.  I have to say that almost 50 years later, I’m still reading these kinds of stories.  I just love big complicated fantasies with an enormous cast of characters, not to mention swordplay and a good love story or two.




Exodus by Leon Uris.  I read this book in eleventh grade.  It was probably my first historical novel.  I was hooked.  I read every Leon Uris book (Mila 18 and Trinity both made me weep) and then blew through Michener and many others.  I loved Uris’s books because they always had great, but tragic, love stories in them.  (Can you see where this is leading….)




The Gamble by Lavyrle Spencer.  Flash forward decades, during which I read lots of SF, Fantasy, and historical novels.  But something drew me into the romance aisle of my local bookstore one day.  I picked up The Gamble, an American-set historical romance.  Oh.  My.  Goodness. Talk about crack to an addict.  Spenser’s historicals are meticulously researched, always feature a great emotional story, and have a happy ever after ending.  Talk about “girls’ books” — I couldn’t get enough.



Fancy Pants by Susan Elizabeth Phillips.  I read this book about ten years after I started reading romance.  It was the first time I picked up a contemporary romance that really sang to me.  The humor was amazing.  Reading SEP’s books made me think that I could put my quirky sense of humor to work instead of fighting it all the time.  She made me realize that I was not meant to write tragic stories, even though I loved to read them.




And the rest is history.  It should come as no surprise that I write books with a little bit of paranormal in them, with big casts of characters, emotional stories, and some quirky humor.  Somehow the books I’ve read and loved, ultimately shaped the writer I have become.

So, whether you’re a reader or a writer, what’s your list of books that brought you to this point in life?

Garden Update

Posted on 04/27/15

Just a little update.  I overcame my inertia (See the post Entropy and my Garden) and worked on the garden this Saturday.  It was a chilly cloudy day.  And I was so sore on Sunday I stayed put and knitted all day.  But here are the results of my labors:


8 bags of weeds came out of the front yard! No wonder my back is aching.


Hope Ramsay's Garden

But now the Phlox really shines


Hope Ramsay's Garden

Here’s a close-up of the purple tulips


Spring Onions from Hope's Garden

Edible weeds — Spring Onions that went into my salad instead of the trash.

The Entropy in my Garden

Posted on 04/24/15

The Georgia Good Ol’ Boy is an engineer and an avid consumer of science fiction.  Recently, he and my brother, who I will refer to as the Connecticut Yankee (even though he lives in Massachusetts), have teamed up to write blog about stuff that, quite frankly, breaks my brain.  (You can read their blog at

So the other day the Good Ol’ Boy turns to me and says, “Do you think entropy and evolution are mutually exclusive?”

I was tempted to explain to him that when I use the term “mutually exclusive,” it usually has something to do with a relationship between a man and a woman who are on the point of forming a couple. So I made one of those noises that sounds sort of like I was paying attention and just kept on knitting.

Later, when he wasn’t around, I looked up the meaning of entropy.  There are a lot of definitions of it at, and the only one I understood was: “a doctrine of inevitable social decline and degeneration.”  The rest of the definitions were scientific and had to do with the laws of thermodynamics.  Basically the universe is losing heat or something like that.  Or maybe it means that chaos reigns.  Whatever…

The Good Ol’ Boy has been talking about entropy for days now.  And, really, I’m so happy he’s got something to keep his mind occupied.  But still all this science talk is starting to get to me.

Take this morning for example.  As we walked down the front path to the car I pointed to my garden, where the phlox is blooming along with the tulips.  Unfortunately, in amongst the perennials and spring bulbs I’ve got chick weed, spring onions, dandelions, and half a dozen other species of weeds.  In short, the garden is a complete mess.

“See that,” I said.  “The weeds are a perfect example of entropy.  They are turning my order into chaos.  And the reason that is happening is because of inertia — as in, I am having trouble finding the energy to get off my backside and go out and weed.”

The good ol’ boy laughed, which he does whenever I crack a lame joke.  This is why I’ve kept him around, even though, recently he’s taken to asking me existential questions right in the middle of Mad Men. . .

Here is a picture of my weedy garden.

Hope Ramsay's weedy garden

Chick weed, dandelions, and spring onions encroach on the phlox in my garden.


So, what’s causing chaos and disorder (AKA entropy) at your house?

I live with African cats

Posted on 12/26/14

My cats were born in Uganda.  And it’s kind of cool to think that they’ve been somewhere I have never been and probably won’t ever visit.  I adopted them from a person who had them transported all the way to the United States from Africa.  So my cats are immigrants.

They were originally given names that I thought were idiotic for African cats.  One of them (a girl kitty) was named Tigger, and the other was named Punkin.  These names are cute, but c’mon–these cats were born in Africa.  They should have African names.  I promptly renamed them Simba and Pakka.  Simba is the Swahili word for lion or tiger.  And Pakka is the Swahili word for cat.

Simba (AKA Tigger) has a starring role in Last Chance Family.  And Pakka (AKA Punkin) is the kitty in the short story entitled “I’ll be Home for Christmas,” which appears in the anthology Small Town Christmas. 

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The Cat Who Hated Me

Posted on 12/19/14

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Ollie at 18 years

I am an avowed cat person.  Cats size me up and know that I’m an easy mark.  The Georgia Good Ol’ Boy, not so much.  In fact, when I first married him, he had no use for cats. But that all changed when Oliver North came along.

We adopted Ollie from the local shelter when he was about five weeks old.  And he lived with us until he was 18 and finally gave up the ghost.  He was the strongest, healthiest cat I ever owned.  He could climb up twenty or thirty feet into the big maples in my front yard, and we never once had to call the fire department to rescue him.  He was fearless.  And he was definitely the Georgia Boy’s cat.  In fact for almost two decades he slept between us.

My dear husband often cuddled him as if he were a teddy bear, providing many “awww moments” for me.  But in all those years sleeping between us, Ollie always pointed his sharp little claws in my direction while my husband got to cuddle his soft back.   The message was clear.  The Georgia Boy belonged to him and I needed to keep my distance.  To Ollie, I was merely staff, assigned the daily job of feeding him and not much more.

Paw prints

Posted on 12/12/14

I am undergoing a kitchen renovation.  The Georgia Good Ol’ Boy is doing this on his own.  Anyway, a few weeks back, he had to dig a trench in the concrete to run some plumbing and then he back-filled the hole with fresh concrete.  He screed the patch and then we went off to a ball game.  When we came back, we had our kitties’ paw prints immortalized in concrete.

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Cat paw prints in the newly poured concrete

2015 Planner Giveaway

Posted on 12/9/14

Last Chance Family pocket planner

I have a limited number of 2o15 pocket planners that I’m giving away on a first-come, first-serve basis.  Just fill out the form below with your name and U.S. mailing address and I’ll get you the calendar before New Years.  I have only about 100 of these left so don’t delay. 

By entering this giveaway your email address will be added to Hope Ramsay’s mailing list. You can unsubscripe at any time.

Obiwan Kenobi, the flying cat

Posted on 12/5/14

We used to live in a townhouse that had a stairway that came up from the ground level to the living level, right up the center of the house.  There was a railing around the stair at the top that the cat could snooze on.  One day Obi was awakened from his snooze by a fly.  I should mention that Obi was a champion fly catcher, rivaling Mr. Miyagi from The Karate Kid.

Anyway, this fly buzzed Obi and then landed on the wall between the stairway railings.  Below the fly was a one-story drop to the ground.  Did this deter Obi? No way.  He took a flying leap at the fly, which escaped, leaving Obi with claws extended as he slid down the wall and dropped all the way to the ground floor.  There was priceless, Wily Coyote moment when Obi realized that he’d taken a leap into mid-air without thinking about the landing.  He was unhurt in the fall, except for his pride.

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Cat Tales: Mouse Hockey

Posted on 11/21/14

Hope Ramsay, Small Town Romance, Last Chance FamilyI hate to admit this, but not too long ago I had a serious mouse problem.  My cat had gotten very old and the mice moved in on him.  When he finally passed away, we adopted two rescue cats who are born mousers.

One morning I woke up to the sound of eek-eek coming from my living room.  I got up and went to the hallway which has a view of the living room below.   And there were Simba and Pakka, my ferocious African cats, playing mouse hockey.

One cat was the goaltender on the east end of the living room and the other was set up on the west.  The mouse was the hockey puck.  Needless to say we took the mouse outside and let the cats have their way with it.

I like cats way better than mice.

Remembering Heroes

Posted on 09/11/14

I toss around the word “hero” on a daily basis.  I use that word to refer to the male protagonists of my books.  But sometimes it’s important to step back and think about the real heroes — those people who made the ultimate sacrifice in order to save someone else.

lets rollOn this day, I always take a moment to say a prayer of remembrance for the crew and passengers on flight 93, who may well have saved my life 13 years ago. On September 11, 2001, I had a ten o’clock appointment on Capitol Hill.  That morning at 9:30 I was standing at what was supposed to be ground zero for the fourth and final hijacked plane.

I cannot imagine what would have happened if flight 93 had reached its target — the U.S. Capitol Building.  I might have been hurt or killed.  I certainly would have seen terrible things.  And I know the two-hundred year old Capitol Building with all its history and artwork would have been utterly demolished. My life would have changed in profound ways, assuming I survived.

But the heroes on 93, who gave their lives, made sure none of that happened.

I think that hallowed ground in Shankesville, PA is often overlooked, when we remember this day.  But never by me.

So, please, say a prayer for the heroes today.  And never forget those who selflessly gave the last full measure to protect our capitol.

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