Eve Marie Mont
Author of A Breath of Eyre
1. What is your dream car?
A 1956 Jaguar convertible coupe in red that I’d probably be terrified to drive except in my dreams.
2. How many movies do you watch in a week?
At least 3. My husband and I are movie fiends. And television is mostly awful, except for Top Chef, The Daily Show, and Colbert.
3. Where is the last place you traveled to via airplane?
Puerto Rico. Love traveling; hate flying.
4. What is your favorite flower?
I’ve always loved pansies. They look so delicate, but they’re actually quite hardy. I especially love the ones that are multi-colored—yellow and red like a sunset or purple and black like a bruise.
5. Describe the contents of your freezer.
We almost always have Tater Tots, Freeze Pops, and Ellio’s Pizza. And yes, I realize this makes me sound like a third grader who can’t cook. (The second part’s mostly true.) Also found frequently: frozen chicken and fish, Garden Burgers, Trader Joe’s Tiramisu dessert, Breyer’s mint chocolate chip ice cream, Dunkin’ Donuts coffee, and good ice. Gotta have good ice!
More about A Breath of Eyre:
Emma Townsend has always believed in stories—the ones she reads voraciously, and the ones she creates in her head. Perhaps it’s because she feels like an outsider at her exclusive prep school, or because her stepmother doesn’t come close to filling the void left by her mother’s death. And her only romantic prospect—apart from a crush on her English teacher—is Gray Newman, a long-time friend who just adds to Emma’s confusion. But
escape soon arrives in an old leather-bound copy of Jane Eyre…
Reading of Jane’s isolation sparks a deep sense of kinship. Then fate takes things a leap further when a lightning storm catapults Emma right into Jane’s body and her nineteenth-century world. As governess at Thornfield, Emma has a sense of belonging she’s never known—and an attraction to the brooding Mr. Rochester. Now, moving between her two realities and uncovering secrets in both, Emma must decide whether her destiny lies in the pages of Jane’s story, or in the unwritten chapters of her own…