A rose by any other word would smell as sweet? Shakespeare asserts it would, but I’m not sure I’m buying that. In fact, I’m pretty sure if a rose was named skunkrot no one would realize it smelled sweet because who wants to smell skunkrot?
Hence the problem of no name for my book.
I have no name for my book. According to beta readers it’s awesome. One woman complained she was compelled to continue reading on the airplane home from spring break despite everyone else on the flight sleeping because it was that good.
A book with that sort of press, needs a name worthy of it.
Help me, please.
Set in 1945 London. Main character is an ex Queen Alexandra Royal Military Nurse. She writes a screen play as a ruse to get close to a soldier she thinks she fell in love with while nursing him during the war. Hyjinks ensue. Main character must discover all the things about herself she had no idea were lurking beneath her own skin.
My nano child of yesteryear (2014 to be exact) must see the light of publishing this year and to do so it needs a name for the birth certificate. Give me your suggestions. Off the top of your head. Well thought out. 50 names you would never use for your own book. I don’t care, just comment a suggestion of any sort, I beg of you.