Satisfied reader: 02DEC2018 – Well done.
Pam rated it ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5 out of 5 stars
It was amazing. June 15, 2017
Bonnie Labadie rated it ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5 out of 5 stars
This is such a great story. Changed my outlook on the homeless society.
Gail Cooper rated it ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5 out of 5 stars
Sella’s character is so real and captivates the reader from beginning to end. Such a good book that hit very close to home.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: why I wrote ‘Stella Who?’ – details coming soon
Audio sample of ‘Stella Who?’
Trailer for the novel – Stella Who?
Stella was of the nameless, faceless, placeless tribe and lived a life of misery – cold, wet and hungry. On most days she would rather have been dead. She lived on the streets of Victoria, among the many who had fallen on hard times, some dealing with addictions while others simply had nowhere else to go. Stella struggled along hoping to remain anonymous and did what it took in order to survive. In daylight hours she moved from alcove to park bench, trying her best to remain invisible and at night she crawled into an abandoned building, fearful of the day when it would be torn down. Faced with humiliation and constant hunger, Stella hung her head in shame and begged, rattling a tin can and hoping that a kind person would offer her some change. She never spoke of her past and was determined to keep her life-story a secret. Stella lived among many invisible in the wide open.
Homeless people were once called hobos and that name was applied mostly to transient men, with no family ties, who hopped the rails, often looking for work. It would be impossible to count the numbers of homeless Canadians of today, but it is projected that there could be as many as 30,000 sick, wet, cold and hungry homeless people, hiding somewhere on any given night. Homelessness is a social issue that stems from a multitude of concerns: drug addiction, illness, poverty, plus so much more.
Who are they?
those of the placeless tribe;
they, with their vanquished voices,
who say in the street,
‘Can you spare some change?
…only a dollar,’
keeping the old adage alive.