Master Koda welcomes Penelope Price

It is my pleasure to introduce you to the great, the one and only, Penelope Price!

Who Touched My Breast?

by Penelope Price

There is a writer who touched me.

Who wormed his way into the beating heart within my breast.

Whose words sing out at me through the pages of his works, across space and time; whose prose and witticisms make me weep or laugh or both at the same time. Whose genius has spurred hundreds fellow writers to pen hundreds of thousands of words debating the meaning and purpose and symbolism of his pieces. Whose identity is ever in doubt and whose mystique sends literary scholars into heated debates.

Yes, I am referring to Shakespeare.

Now, this may seem like a little bit of an obvious choice. Who wasn’t influenced by the Bard at some point? Who didn’t marvel at the queer-but-brilliant turns of phrase or read aloud the metered couplets and be amazed at how they flowed from the tongue like silk?

…no one? Was that just me? Oh.

Anyway. I am a fan of Shakespeare’s work, no matter if it was scribbled by Anne Hathaway’s wayward husband, a female writer who could not reveal her identity, some uppity lord afraid of sullying his reputation by slumming with theatre folk, or by some futuristic alien mastermind who sent it back in time to screw with humanity’s collective mind. I still love me some Shakespeare.

Romeo & Juliet, that’s how it began. Reading that in middle school and finding it to be so beautiful and tragic and – pardon my language – effed up. Wedded, bedded, and deaded in five acts. Ah, young love.

King Lear. Macbeth, The Tempest, Hamlet, The Taming of the Shrew, Othello. And the sonnets. I’ve tried a thousand times – at least – but I have never mastered the form. Its so rigid and I am so chaotic. Yet somehow, his sonnets never seem perfunctory or forced. When I write a sonnet, its as if big, rolling round syllables are crammed into cube-shaped Tupperware. Its not a pretty sight.

Frankly, I could probably go into a million words about authors who have helped inspire me to read and write. From Laura Ingalls Wilder, whose books made me fall in love with the Westward Expansion when I was seven, to Jackie Collins, who taught a twelve-year-old me more than I should have learned about Hollywood crazies and orgasms like freight trains, to Victor Hugo, who brought me to tears every time, to GRRM, Paula Volsky, David Gemmell, Eve Forward, JV Jones and – oh! – Melanie Rawn, who all set my love of fantasy on its ear and made me its bitch. And I cannot forget Jane Austen, and Tolkein, and Patricia Cornwell, and Dean Koontz, and Stephen King, and Neil Gaiman, and Tim Fields, and Dave Duncan and… so on…

I could do that, but I won’t. Because when it comes down to it, there is only one writer whose brilliance keeps us laughing and crying and re-vamping, and debating as a whole, huge collective 400 years after his death. And that, my friends, is Shakespeare. I do not aspire to be as legendary as he (or she, or them, or whoever) but I do aspire to touch at least one person as deeply as The Bard touched me.

But not in a naughty way.

Well, maybe.

So tell me, friends, who is your favorite author? Who touched your breast (metaphorically, I hope)? When you’re old and decrepit and sitting on your deathbed, whose words will be dancing about in your memory?

Love & Rainbows,


Author Bio:

Penelope Price: author, gamer, nerd. Though she has been writing since she learned to read, P.P. did not emerge from her coccoon to join the writing circuit until the year of Tangerine Tango. She is the crazy chick behind this summer’s Incandescence and its sequel, Inferno and can usually be found plotting projects with her partner-in-crime, Jack Morgan of Get updates, gossip and geekery by following P.P. on Facebook (, Twitter (!/PP_TheWriter), and at her blog (


  1. Thank you so much for hosting me. I feel sincerely honored.


  2. Kim (Koda) Emerson says:

    Thanks for sharing a bit about you Penelope. I have enjoyed getting to know more about you and what inspires you. To find out what author/book touched my breast you can visit Dominique’s blog where I bare my soul to the world.

  3. There have been so many books that I have read and have yet to read. I love all books. How do you pick one? I like Jeannette Oaks, Her Christian pioneer women and their quiet strength, I like Louis LaMoure and his strong male characters. A couple he even wrote from a woman’s perspective too. Terry Brooks and his way with words. Shakesspeare, yeah, but he is a bit long winded for me at times. Sorry all Shakespearean lovers! lol I feel the same way about the Lord of the Rings books too. Love the movies, not so much on the books. lol. What touches me? is when someone shares their heart on the word. If it touches them then usually it touches me. Its like you see a bit of truth from them and in you too. Random and winding is my answer today! Have a good one and great article both of you!

    • Hey, no offense. The Bard isn’t for everyone. *wink* I have not read Jeannette Oaks, but I am always a fan of pioneer-era fiction. I may have to check her out, thank you!

  4. I enjoyed reading this
    I have to say my all time favorite author is Cathy Glass she is from the UK and writes true stories about the children she has fostered over the years, Her books make you cry, angry sad as well as laugh

    Her stories pull at you heart strings

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