On Sarah’s blog, she cleared up the confusion that surrounded the protagonist’s name.
And after I posted the video that Melissa Walker did with us discussing the book, there was a bit of debate out here in the blogosphere about what, exactly, I said the narrator’s name was. Autumn? Arden? Nope. It’s Auden, like the poet. Continuing my tradition of girls with unique names, just like I always wished I had in high school. Not that I don’t love Sarah, I do. But I always wanted to be a Halley, a Remy, a Ruby. And an Auden.
I was one of those girls. Adele isn’t a vastly used name but it wasn’t too weird either so I guess I straddled the fence.
For those of you unfamiliar with Auden the Poet-
I admit to being unfamiliar to his poetry but this one jumped out at me when I was doing some research.
The More Loving One
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time.