Forgive Me Contest

Forgive Me: A Novel by Amanda Eyre Ward is the story of a journalist named Nadine Morgan who travels the world. The bulk of the novel takes place in South Africa where she follows the story of Jason Irving, an American student who was beaten to death by angry locals. Years later, Jason’s mother finds out that those who murdered her son have applied for amnesty and so she travels to South Africa to make sure amnesty is not granted to them.

The novel weaves together many themes, including apartheid, motherhood, forgiveness and love.

I have a copy of this book that I’m giving away. If you would like to enter to win, here is what you need to do:

  • In the comments section of this post leave a comment answering this question: “Do you think you would be able to forgive someone who killed a loved one? Why or why not?”
  • When you leave a comment, make sure you give a valid E-mail address so that if you win, I can contact you.
  • A winner will be chosen and announced, Monday, March 17th, 2008 as an update to this post.

In the meantime, enjoy this essay written by the author of Forgive Me.

Lessons from Mom
By Amanda Eyre Ward, author of Forgive Me
No matter what I write about, my novels always seem to have a strong mother character. Inevitably, this character is inspired by my own astonishing mother, Mary-Anne Westley. From a dorm pay phone, a hostel in Nairobi, a restaurant in Athens, or the bench at my neighborhood playground, I’ve talked with her every day of my life.

Once a writer and model for Vogue and Mademoiselle, my mother settled happily into the role of full-time mom for sixteen years. When she left my abusive father, she worked for the phone company and then a chemical gas company, trying to make vibrant copy out of dull facts and figures. She put me and my two sisters through college, commuting over an hour to work until her retirement last year. Money was tight, but Mom never faltered, always inspiring us with her graceful acceptance of the way things had turned out. Now that I am a mother myself, I’ve been able to put some of her rules into practice.

Rule Number One: When in doubt, throw a party.

When my mother left my father, she left behind a giant house and many fair-weather friends as well. In our new, smaller house (next door to Mom’s former golf caddy), we all felt a little lost. When Christmas rolled around, Mom refused to get gloomy. She planned her annual Christmas party, inviting not only the country-club set, but our new neighbors as well: Lou, who had a few cars on his front lawn; Jim, who we suspected was a drug dealer. The same bartender drove across town to our new address, and Mom placed the Harrington’s ham, meatballs, and cheese ball on the dining room table in the middle of our crummy new house. When we dimmed the lights and lit candles, it felt like home.

Rule Number Two: When times get tough, the tough go shopping.

My mother is always beautifully dressed; my sisters and I regularly steal her clothes. When she had to work on telephone lines due to a strike at her company, she came home with a DKNY denim pantsuit, which she paired with pearls each morning.

At one point, while I was in college, my mother lost her job. I knew she was nervous about paying the mortgage, so when she left a message saying she had fantastic news, I called back immediately.

“You got a job?” I asked.

“Oh, no,” she said cheerily, “but Manda, that sweater you loved went on sale at Bloomingdale’s! I bought it!”

Rule Number Three: Believe—and believe in—your children.

I didn’t always tell the truth to my mother. I lied about boyfriends, I lied about beer, and once I lied about cashing in my meal plan in college and spending the money on a trip to Florida. But my mother always believed me. I think now that the guilt I felt when I lied was worse than any punishment could have been. My mother always expected the best from me, and in the end, I never lied about anything that mattered. I hope I will remember that overlooking a dumb decision (I had to eat Ramen for the rest of the semester, and learned my lesson in spades) might be better than policing my child. My mother’s faith in me, and her absolute belief that I would become an honest person, has been the guiding force in my life.

Last but not least: Mothers deserve to be happy, too.

My mother did give up a great deal to raise me and my sisters. But she never stopped wanting happiness for herself. If she came to visit us at college, she wanted to go out dancing, too. When visiting me in graduate school in Montana, she wanted to go river-rafting and skinny dip in the hot springs. If I ask her to stay in the car with my sleeping baby while I run into Target, she says, “Absolutely! If you go buy me the New York Times to read while I’m stuck here.”

Most importantly, Mom wanted to fall in love, and the best part of the story is that she did. On my mother’s wedding day, she was just as difficult as any bride, complaining about the humidity and the hairdo, and just as radiant. She danced, threw her bouquet, and boarded a friend’s boat with her new husband. And then she sailed off into Long Island Sound, leaving her three daughters to watch her go.

Amanda Eyre Ward is the award-winning author of How to Be Lost and Sleep Toward Heaven. She lives in Austin, Texas, with her family.

Reprinted with permission.


Using the list randomizer at, a winner has been selected. Congratulations to TAMMY! She will be receiving a copy of the book, Forgive Me by Amanda Eyre Ward.



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9 responses to “Forgive Me Contest

  1. I wonder how relevant the answer to this question will be unless the respondent has been through the experience.

  2. Tee

    henmen – That’s a good point. It’s really hard to say what one *would* do, having not been through it. That’s why I phrased it, “Do you *THINK* you would be able to forgive…”

    To answer this question one should try to remember how they reacted in past situations where they were wronged. What is their history of forgiveness? What does their religion tell them they’re supposed to do? What benefit do they think is gained by forgiving or not forgiving? What steps would they take to attempt to get over the negative emotions? Would the way the loved one was killed (what the intent was, who did it, etc.) – Change their ability to forgive?

    This is more of a creative thinking and introspection exercise than anything else.

  3. Having never gone through that, the rational part of me is saying that I would likely be able to forgive after a period of time. But it’s likely too that if someone took my child away from me, no amount of counseling or religion would EVER result in my forgiveness. I think it really really depends on the circumstances. Cold blooded murder? Likely never. Accidental/no fault? Probably. It’s hard for me to admit that it would depend on the circumstances because I want to be able to say yes, I would forgive. But I just don’t know. I pray that I never have to find out first hand.

  4. I am certain I would NOT be able to forgive, nor would I attempt to feel forgiveness. I live by one simple rule: don’t harm others. There are levels of harm that ARE forgivable, but taking life trumps them all, and moves into the realm of permanently unforgivable.

  5. Iva

    I normaly am a very forgiving person, maybe not so much forgetful, but definetly forgiving. But when it comes to my children, I am very hard pressed to say I would be forgiving and even less forgetful. It would definetly depend on the situation, cold heartred, accidental, pre meditated, negligence, ect. There are too many factors, vaiables and degrees to ever be certain. I can not even say I would be easier to forgive if it was done to my husband or parents or sister, or even dear friends. I might be but thats still impossible to tell.
    I believe in karma, but sometimes that is not enough to mend the pain of a lost loved one, I believe everything happens for a reason and that the lessons i learn from even a hurt that deep are ment to for me to further grow from as a human and as a soul. But even knowing those things with all my heart, I would have to say if someone hurt my children out of plain spite I would know that the only way to move on would be to forgive but it would not make it any easier or even make it doable.

  6. “to err is human, to forgive divine”

    God teaches that we should forgive those who have sinned against us, no matter the pain that they inflict on us. the forgiving of others allows ourselves to heal. the individuals who have committed the crimes are the ones that must bear the consequences of those actions, and the judgment that they will receive for it–either by a court of law, their peers and family, or by a higher deity.

    I don’t have children, but I would like to think that if I was in this position, that I would have the faith (and strength) to move on. (although I will admit that I still have trouble forgiving some of my worst antagonizers from school).

  7. Michelle

    Hi- hope it’s ok to comment though we’ve never meet, I thoroughly enjoy your writing. I recently taught a lesson to my little Sunday class of 8 and 9 year olds about forgiveness. In one of the scriptures we were using the man who was an example prayed and prayed for the sake of his enemies who had done many wicked and horrible things. This was so easy for the kids to grasp, but is something I personally have struggled with. However, the older I get I am starting to feel more like you are punishing yourself and making yourself more miserable by not forgiving. Though as a mother of 3 I really doubt I could reach the point of forgiveness easily were someone to kill one of my boys.

  8. Tee

    Michelle – You’re welcome to comment any time. Most of the people who comment have never met me, but many of us have grown to be friends nevertheless :)

  9. I dont know if I could ever forgive this. To me forgiveness means, the person apologizes/expresses remorse and forgiveness is the optional response to such an apology/remorse expression. Maybe the story doesn’t go into detail about this…. but I dont understand people who “forgive” those who never asked to be forgiven. I understand the healing process and how some say forgiving can do that… but an’t you just find another way to heal such as letting it go and making peace with what happened as opposed to forgiving (i.e. its okay)? I know forgiveness in most people’s minds who do forgive everyone even if they didnt ask for forgiveness doesn tmean that they are saying what happened is okay… but the traditional meaning is that… and so I have a hard time understanding it.

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