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Linda Hilton

Reader, Writer, Merciless Reviewer and Incurable Romantic


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History of Tom Jones, a Foundling
Henry Fielding
Progress: 7 %
The Summer Tree
Guy Gavriel Kay
Progress: 10/383 pages
Democracy in Chains: The Deep History of the Radical Right's Stealth Plan for America
Nancy MacLean
Progress: 134/574 pages
The Secular Scripture: A Study of the Structure of Romance
Northrop Frye
Progress: 43/200 pages
All the President's Men
Carl Bernstein, Bob Woodward
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Women's Gothic and Romantic Fiction: A Reference Guide (American Popular Culture)
Kay Mussell
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The Looking-Glass Portrait
Linda Hilton
Really Neat Rocks: A casual introduction to the rocks & gems of Arizona and the lapidary arts
Linda Hilton
Progress: 61/61 pages
Under the Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith
Jon Krakauer
The House of the Spirits
Isabel Allende

I guess I'm doing it all wrong.

Firefly - Linda Hilton Firefly - Stef Ann Holm

My historical romance Firefly was published by Pageant Books in 1988.  For a variety of reasons, it had lousy distribution and only sold about 50,000 copies.  I didn't get rich off it by any means.


However, unbeknownst to me, it seemed to catch readers' attention.  Affaire de Coeur magazine awarded it their Best Historical Romance of the Year, and I assure you I didn't buy that award!


In 1990, Leisure Books published another historical romance titled Firefly, by Stef Ann Holm.


No big deal.  Titles can't be copyrighted, and so it's no big deal.  (For example, there was a Harlequin Romance titled The Roots of Heaven, even though this is a very, very famous novel by Romain Gary.)


In the summer of 1994, I attended the  Romance Writers of America conference in New York City, held at the Marriott Marquis Hotel.  The first evening of the conference, I had been invited to share dinner with my new editor at Pocket Books, Caroline Tolley. (See also this post about my feelings re Tolley).  Tolley told me in advance that we would be joined by another author she had recently signed, Stef Ann Holm.


I knew of Holm's Firefly, and in fact I had a copy.  So I brought it with me to the conference and to dinner that night.


Upon the three of us getting together in the hotel lobby before going to dinner, Stef Ann confessed she was nervous about meeting me because she was afraid I'd be angry over the title of her book.  After all, mine had been published two years before hers.  She feared I would accuse her of copying my title


What was my reaction?


I laughed.


I assured her I was absolutely not angry in the least, since titles can't be copyrighted anyway, and it's no big deal.  Then I handed her my copy of her book for an autograph, and I may even have given her a copy of mine.