“The Minuscule Mansion of Myra Malone is a refreshing and unique entry into the genre of mystical realism. Quirky and scarred yet very authentic characters populate this richly told tale of friendship, family, and timeless love.”—Karen White, New York Times bestselling author
“This creative, engaging debut weaves together an unusual family legacy, a romance between two lonely souls, and a touch of magic in the form of a tiny mansion that seems to know what's best for everyone.” —Booklist
“This well-written novel with heart-warming characters is perfect for fans of magical realism by the likes of Sarah Addison Allen and Isabel Allende.”—Library Journal
ABOUT THE MINUSCULE MANSION OF MYRA MALONE:
The story: From her attic in the Arizona mountains, thirty-four-year-old Myra Malone blogs about a dollhouse mansion that captivates thousands of readers worldwide.
Myra’s stories have created legions of fans who breathlessly await every blog post, trade photographs of Mansion-modeled rooms, and swap theories about the enigmatic and reclusive author.
Myra herself is tethered to the Mansion by mysteries she can’t understand—rooms that appear and disappear overnight, music that plays in its corridors.Across the country, Alex Rakes, the scion of a custom furniture business, encounters two Mansion fans trying to recreate a room.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Photo: © Christy Davis – From the Heart Images
Audrey Burges writes novels, humor, short fiction, and essays in Richmond, Virginia.
Her presence is tolerated by her two rambunctious children and very patient husband, all of whom have become practiced at making supportive faces when she shouts, “listen to this sentence!”
She is a frequent contributor to numerous humor outlets, including McSweeney’s, and her stories and essays have appeared in Pithead Chapel, Cease, Cows, and lengthy diatribes in the Notes app on her phone.
Audrey was born and raised in Arizona by her linguist parents, which is a lot like being raised by wolves, but with better grammar.
She moved to Virginia as an adult but still carries mountains and canyons in her heart, and sometimes, when she closes her eyes, she can still smell ponderosa pines in the sun.
**AUTHOR PHOTO AND INFORMATION TAKEN FROM PENGUIN RANDOM HOUSE'S PAGE**