After twenty repressed years as an office lackey, numerous disastrous love affairs, and an operation that put a period on her childbearing years, Sara Lovett released herself into a pilgrimage across her past.
Setting out on the road alone on her birthday in June, she finishes exactly a year later in a room full of friends in an altogether different summer. On this Santiago de Compostela of her own making she visits a hundred and fifty-six friends face to face throughout the U.S, Great Britain and Cyprus in an attempt to reconnect to herself and each one of them outside of the machine she feels swallowed into.
Beside her in this facebookonfoot universe she creates, there is the marked presence of a child whispering from the passenger seat. By allowing this voice she thought buried years before, she finds her own in the truth of what it takes to be a friend.
“In an often witty travel memoir, Sara Lovett’s God-awful self-denial is a ridiculousness she bares openly and with humor. The Invisible Bones is an unconventional love story. In an escape into a friendship road trip around the world it speaks out loud about the fright of vacancy. It’s a story about reconnecting, of learning how to love by snorting the dust under the rug. It’s finding her voice by allowing the one she denied to be heard. It’s a child without bones telling his mother to finally raise him. It’s what happens when your super ego gets a hold of a pen and won’t let go. If Godot was out hitchhiking, I think she just picked him up.”
- Man on the street
Raised in England and France, Sara currently lives in Dallas, Texas. She holds a useful BFA degree with a concentration in acting from UT, Austin and is the recipient of two Norman Mailer awards and several High School trophies. The author of the novel, Follow Me to Grownupland, and several other unfinished works of poetry and stage, she has never seen anything through in her life before until the publication of this book. She’s crap at grammar and Yoga, is marginally better at Pilates, and wanted to marry Ilie Nastase and be either Mario Andretti or Mary Poppins when she grew up. For some reason she still lives in Texas with her dog Stanley who’d much rather be by a beach as well. Namaste.
Setting out on the road alone on her birthday in June, she finishes exactly a year later in a room full of friends in an altogether different summer. On this Santiago de Compostela of her own making she visits a hundred and fifty-six friends face to face throughout the U.S, Great Britain and Cyprus in an attempt to reconnect to herself and each one of them outside of the machine she feels swallowed into.
Beside her in this facebookonfoot universe she creates, there is the marked presence of a child whispering from the passenger seat. By allowing this voice she thought buried years before, she finds her own in the truth of what it takes to be a friend.
“In an often witty travel memoir, Sara Lovett’s God-awful self-denial is a ridiculousness she bares openly and with humor. The Invisible Bones is an unconventional love story. In an escape into a friendship road trip around the world it speaks out loud about the fright of vacancy. It’s a story about reconnecting, of learning how to love by snorting the dust under the rug. It’s finding her voice by allowing the one she denied to be heard. It’s a child without bones telling his mother to finally raise him. It’s what happens when your super ego gets a hold of a pen and won’t let go. If Godot was out hitchhiking, I think she just picked him up.”
- Man on the street
Raised in England and France, Sara currently lives in Dallas, Texas. She holds a useful BFA degree with a concentration in acting from UT, Austin and is the recipient of two Norman Mailer awards and several High School trophies. The author of the novel, Follow Me to Grownupland, and several other unfinished works of poetry and stage, she has never seen anything through in her life before until the publication of this book. She’s crap at grammar and Yoga, is marginally better at Pilates, and wanted to marry Ilie Nastase and be either Mario Andretti or Mary Poppins when she grew up. For some reason she still lives in Texas with her dog Stanley who’d much rather be by a beach as well. Namaste.
