Just another day in the DuBois household. Lollie believes she is a Queen. The legendary bird women of myths, the Sirens, flying about in the Garden, are having their issues with Babette. Thurston, spending most of the day in the library, is still captive in a prison of silence. The healer ladies of the Great House, as usual, are dispensing the sugar pills to be taken round the clock.
This was the way things were up until that day came.
The Day Before The Story.
In The Day Before The Story, (Book 1 of the series), a peculiar visit from an ancestor shook the world of the DuBois. Do not be fooled by the whimsical atmosphere or the dreamy pace. The world of the DuBois would never be the same again. This visit triggered a series of unusual events to take place. The fog that surrounded them was lifting. The sails were now set and a bizarre journey begins.
Times get twisted, secrets become revealed and strange truths are discovered about the rather eccentric DuBois. A disturbing family history will eventually unfold. A saga brimming with mysterious times, alluring places and eccentric characters waits to be explored.
Are you ready to find out what this mysterious and unusual family is all about?
“…Lollie observed the noise their shoes were making. She recognized the hidden significance of the sounds, the clues left behind by the sound of their walk.
“Talented detectives know these things“, mused Lollie.
If noises had a smell, all of the noises that bounced off the walls today in the Great House, beginning with the Storm of the Chattering Monkeys up to and including the clamor the women made with their heels, would have a very complex bouquet.
Any DuBois would recognize this immediately.
The bouquet would be best described as the lingering scent of cinnamon cake baking in an oven, competing with the asphyxiating smell of strong patchouli, blending with the pungent tang that freshly watered tomato plant leaves release in the air. All of these notes meshed with the sneeze-inducing, sharp aroma of freshly cut garden grass.
Mind you, these are not scents that were in the air at that time. They were the scents that the noise gave off.
Yes, the DuBois were very sensitive to smells. They could smell noise.
from The Day Before The Story (The DuBois Family Saga, Book 1)
Proust traveled back in time to his childhood on a journey that was fueled by the intense memories that surfaced after eating a small morsel of a madeleine. The scent and the taste brought him back to the time many decades before, when he would eat madeleines with his aunt. And the book, a 6 volume masterpiece, flowed on from there…
“…presently my aunt would dip a little madeleine in the boiling infusion, whose taste of dead leaves or faded blossom she so relished, and hand me a piece when it was sufficiently soft.”
– marcel proust in “rememberance of things past”
“I raised to my lips a spoonful of the cake . . . a shudder ran through my whole body and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary changes that were taking place.”