No Space Like Home Celebration Tour
Blog Stops
Book Reviews From an Avid Reader, December 26
Inklings and notions, December 27
Book of Ruth Ann, December 27
A Reader’s Brain, December 28
janicesbookreviews, December 29
Library Lady’s Kid Lit, December 30
Babbling Becky L’s Book Impressions, December 31
April Hayman, Author, January 1
Truth and Grace Homeschool Academy, January 2
For Him and My Family, January 2
For the Love of Literature, January 3
Emily Yager, January 4
Debbie’s Dusty Deliberations, January 5
Texas Book-aholic, January 6
Artistic Nobody, January 7
Aryn The Libraryan 📚, January 8
Blogging With Carol, January 8
About the Book
Book: No Space Like Home
Author: Dell Tunnicliff
Genre: Fiction/YA/Science Fiction
Release Date: September 4, 2019
If life were only as simple as following a yellow brick road. Gail’s quiet life among the Kansa Station turbines ends with a hug, a prayer, and a shove… into space.
She thinks she knows who she is, but she’s wrong. Who is she really? She’s about to find out.
Of course, landing on the wrong planet is complicated enough without crashing into things. Add to that spybots, waspbots, and cyberwolves and it’s no wonder Gail just wants to go home. Back to a life without this interplanetary circus and its flying monkeys.
Intrigue, secrets, and more than a little danger turn a “simple mission” into a hair-raising adventure as Gail—and three friends she meets along the way—accept a mission to save O-Zoras.
In the end, Gail wants nothing more to go home. She’s just not sure where that is anymore. “I’ve decided that home is more about who than where.” Well, that’s a good thing, Gail, because you’re not on Kansa anymore. It’s The Wonderful Wizard of Oz meets Firefly in this fresh, a little zarbi, but totally licit YA space adventure. Grab your copy today and see what ALL that even means!
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About the Author
Dell lives on the windswept Wyoming plains with her husband, six children, a cardigan corgi dog, a calico cat, and a flock of chickens.
A lifelong reader, and lover of words, she also loves the Word; God’s good news to us.
She takes the path less traveled, and that has made all the difference.
More from Dell
We are our heavenly father’s children, created to create.
When I set out to write this novel, I craved challenge—something that would stretch my own imagination. The wild, otherworldly, frontier of science-fiction winked at me like a distant star in the night-sky of possibility. I admire teens and young-adults for their eagerness to seize the wonder of “What if.” So, young-adult sci-fi it is!
Creating an entire fictional solar system was every bit of the creative rush I hoped. Orchestrating a dance of stars and planets, designing a space ship, imaging cultures, people-groups, values, and linguistic quirks provided ample opportunities to stretch my creative muscles.
And then there was the naming! Names are yet another way we reflect our divine author. Our loving and personal God spoke each star into being and calls each by name. In No Space Like Home, I named the four-sun solar system, “Hiraeth.” It’s a Welsh word for that vague, yet poignant yearning for a place to which you can never return, have never been, or even that never was. It’s a deep, inborn longing for someone, something or somewhere just out of reach of our plane of existence. As Christians, we feel this keenly. This world isn’t our eternal home. We thirst for Jesus. We hunger for heaven. We long for a garden—unmarred by thorns and thistles of the fall. We ache to know ourselves and our loved ones as God designed– in perfect relationship with Him, unfettered by sin.
As part of this longing, we create and we name. We are all world-builders, designing with the materials around us, and bringing order to our sphere in small ways and large. We are image-bearers of our holy Author and Creator.
Whether we paint (like my No Space Like Home heroine, Gail), design software (like George), weld parts (like Nic), or develop strategies (like Leo), we are all inventors and designers. Create today. Spin a bit of beauty, order, and identity from the nameless, swirling, chaos.