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I am so blessed. This is the 2nd prize (each from 2 different organizations) that I have received in a week for my debut novel, WHAT THE MIRRORS KNEW. Thank you all for being there for me as a major part of this exciting adventure, for buying my book, and for all your support. Your feedback and comments are wonderful. It means more than you can know.

I will be signing books from 1-4 pm, Saturday, June 13th, 2026 at The Garden by Charles Towne Fermentory, 1331 Ashley River Rd, Charleston SC. Thank you, Charleston FRIENDS of the Library, for setting up this event. There will be a number of amazing local authors, and the library will have books for sale. Come on out and join us. Fun for all the family and friends...

This video trailer is so representative of WHAT THE MIRRORS KNEW. I hope you enjoy it.

Thanks to Charleston Friends of the Library for inviting me, along with many local authors, to sign books at "That Big Book Sale". They are amazing. I met so many lovely people who love books.

Thanks, everyone, for coming out to the Friends of Charleston Library event at Frothy Beard. Wow! What a turnout. And the weather was amazing. Outside and in the 70s.

Thanks to My Sister's Books for carrying Ann Chadwell-Humphries new poetry and my new novel and presenting them at The Movable Feast in Pawleys Island. Ann and I both went by the store and autographed copies later. If you are in the Pawleys Island area, check out the shop. You'll love the staff there. They are all such a professional and welcoming team.

Check it out the next time you are in Pawleys Island, SC

A great turnout. Thank you for letting us be a part of such a wonderful day.

What a great time we had at Taste Full Beans Coffee, Tea, Cafe in Hickory, NC. I was just one of 8 authors to read from their work. Scott Owens, the Poet Laureate of Hickory, owns the cafe and hosted the event. TFB is a virtual hub for writers and artists of all persuasions. It is so cozy, and the food is scrumptious. Thank you, Scott, for having us, and Hickory for your support.

WHAT A GREAT SURPRISE to see so many great friends at my book signing at the Hickory Literary Festival. Thank you for creating such a wonderful day and bringing all the arts and sciences together. The Salt Block is such an amazing place.

Thank you to Jonathan Sanchez and Blue Bicycle Books for hosting this.

Linda Annas Ferguson’s novel, What the Mirrors Knew, was a wonderful read, and her prose read like poetry. I identified with the main character, Anna Grace, as she experienced conflict and dealt with the twists and turns. It kept me turning the pages to see what would happen next. I highly recommend and look forward to reading another novel by this author. Amazon Customer

Not every novelist can write like a poet. Not every poet is a novelist. Enter Linda Ferguson whose career in poetry has captured prizes and accolades galore. Now she has turned her pen to the novel…and novel it is. There are entire passages which read like descriptive poems and paragraphs which are absolutely lyrical. Her approach to her protagonist’s life is filled with magical realism, a discussion of particle physics and spirituality. Ferguson’s plot takes her Charleston I

What might occur when a young widow from Charleston, SC makes her way to County Galway? Perhaps the existential question intriguing her is, “Have I been here before?” The urgency of just that idea will drive her to take a closer look. What the Mirrors Knew, by poet and novelist Linda Annas Ferguson, entices her reader with so many similar questions. A way to voice what we had only sensed. Now we do, via mirrors, streams, oceans, and dreams. Do you believe in “mysterious inter

Thanks to Diane Lockward and Terrapin Books for including this poem in the new anthology, The Color Wheel. I am honored to be included with such amazing and renowned authors as Ted Kooser, Edward Hirsch, Sidney Lea, Betsy Sholl, Kim Addonizio, and Dorianne Laux. And that's just a few. There are 117 poets. Here's my contribution: Journey I see the world from behind two blades, windshield wipers that never quite clean the rest-colored crust of an insect or let go of a green p

It has been such a privilege that Pinestraw Magazine in North Carolina asked to publish a second poem of mine. This one is the introductory poem in my novel, What the Mirrors Knew. THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR "Let's pretend the glass has got all soft like gauze...And certainly the glass was beginning to melt away, just like a bright silvery mist." Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass There's always a reason I'd rather stay home, as I brush my hair, gaze into my refl

Hi All, I apologize that I haven't kept up my blog in a while, but I have been traveling on book tour and doing events. Here's a list to catch you up. 1 & 2 My Sister's Book, Pawleys Island, SC: Book signing & meet and greet. (twice) 3. Spill the Tea, Chapin Library, Myrtle Beach, SC: Author' 4. Holy City Book Fest, Charleston SC 5. Hickory Literary Festival, Hickory, NC 6. Writers Market at Tasteful Beans Coffee House, Hickory, NC 7 & 8

5.0 out of 5 stars Love the Mirrors Reviewed in the United States on September 27, 2025 Format: PaperbackVerified Purchase REVIEW: I delight in reading this new novel by South Carolina author, Linda Annas Ferguson. Linda has authored and published 5 collections of poetry and was a past recipient of the Poetry Fellowship of the SC Academy of Authors. That is evident in her first novel, which reads like poetry. I literally love her words. They are so delicious: "All was transf

Hi Everyone, I am so excited today to receive my first in-print review of my new novel, WHAT THE MIRRORS KNEW. Okay, it looks long for a social media post, but it's less than 1,000 words. Or, you can read it firsthand on this link (such wonderful magazines in my native state of North Carolina). Thank you, Stephen Smith . I am truly humbled by your review. This article appears in the November issues of Pinestraw and O'Henry Magazines: Pinestraw Magazine https://pinestrawmag.c

Jammin’ with Janis Joplin The first thing you think of is sex when you hear her scorch the air with “Honey, get it while you can.” But we all know “It” was more than that. She was only 27 when she checked out at the Landmark Motel, the fourth of October, 1970, closed her eyes, snapped the heels of her blue leather boots as if she were Dorothy nearing the narrow yellow brick road. She didn’t stick around to see if the Lord would buy her a less meaningful Mercedes-Benz, (the la