Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Special excerpt from memoir Leaving Shangrila by Isabelle Gecils

Today’s feature is an excerpt from Isabelle Gecils’ memoir Leaving Shangrila: The True Story of a Girl, Her Transformation and Her Eventual Escape.

During her virtual book tour, Isabelle will be awarding a $30 Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winner’s choice) gift card to a lucky randomly drawn winner. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit her other tour stops and enter there, too.

Bio:
Isabelle Gecils grew up in Shangrila, a remote farm in a lush jungle in Brazil. But who really knows where she hails from? Her immediate family hailed from 6 different countries: France (dad), Egypt (mom and grandma), Turkey (grandpa), Lithuania (grandpa) and Poland (grandma).  There is a freedom in belonging nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

Leaving Shangrila is the story of Isabelle’s journey from a life others choose for her to one she created for herself. To support the writing of this memoir, Isabelle completed the Stanford Creative Nonfiction Writing certificate program. She currently lives in Saratoga, California, with her husband, four sons and two territorial cats.

A little bit about the memoir:
Leaving Shangrila: The True Story of A Girl, Her Transformation and Her Eventual Escape by Isabelle Gecils, is the captivating memoir of a charmingly complex heroine. 

Isabelle paints a colorful world as she tells the tale of how she forged her own path in the midst of turmoil. The story, set in Brazil where she grew up, is populated with fascinating characters, both good and bad. From a narcissistic mother to her perpetually flawed lovers to three resilient sisters, Leaving Shangrila’s motley crew make for an endlessly intriguing storyline.

Leaving Shangrila begins with young Isabelle, trapped in a hellish world. Surrounded by lies, manipulation, and abuse, Isabelle is desperate to escape the adversity of this place. Filled with tremendous strength and an unyielding drive to survive, she begins her journey toward freedom and self-realization. Through the trials and obstacles along the way, Isabelle goes back and forth to balance who she is with what she must do to survive.

With themes of perseverance, self-reliance, and the resilience of the human spirit, Leaving Shangrila: The True Story Of A Girl, Her Transformation and Her Eventual Escape highlights the important character traits one discovers on the path to finding their self. Truly empowering and inspirational, readers everywhere will relate to this coming of age story.



Excerpt from Leaving Shangrila:
My entire class staged a school play, except that, unlike everybody else, I watched it rather than act in it. Joining the theater troop required almost daily rehearsals at one of my classmates’ lavish colonial homes near school. I was not invited to join the group. They already knew I would not come.

At the school grounds, my classmates cracked jokes about what happened during their afternoons together. They perched on one another as they traded stories and exchanged hugs. I heard about the English classes they took after school, their boat trips around the bays of Rio de Janeiro, the excited chatter that accompanied field trips I was never allowed to join. When the entire class decided to spend a lightly chaperoned weekend in Cabo Frio, a town with white, sandy beaches and coconut trees lining the boardwalks, my jealousy meter spiked. For two months, that is all anyone talked about. Since I did not even receive an invitation, nobody spoke with me.

I felt lonely observing them. I longed to be as adored as were the two most popular girls in my class: Isabela and Flavia. Isabela, despite the discolored white spots all over her skin due to type 1 diabetes, was the reigning queen. The boys swooned over Flavia, two years older than the rest of us although she repeated third and fifth grade due to her poor academic performance.

I observed these two girls, searching for what it was about them that made them special. Yes, they were both beautiful. While their beauty may have helped with their popularity, it surely was not the main factor, as there were other pretty girls too. I decided that what they had in common, what nobody else had, was that they were the best athletes in my class, even perhaps the best in all of the school.

Isabela and Flavia were always the ones everybody wanted to have on their team and as their friend. They were either team captain or the first pick. They seemed to try harder than everybody else. So I thought that if I truly focused on sports, then I could be just like them. If only I could excel on the handball field—as girls did not play soccer, despite the madness surrounding the most popular sport in Brazil—then maybe, just maybe, my social standing could change too. I made a plan. One day, I would be just as great as these two. One day, I would be chosen first.

At the beginning of each week, the P.E. teacher assigned two captains. They, in turn, each picked a team for the week. We played handball on Tuesdays, volleyball on Thursdays. And every week, for the past three years, I was the captain’s last, grudgingly chosen pick. I knew why. Had I been captain, I would have chosen myself last too.

I did not score any goals in handball. My throws were either too weak or out of bounds. Knowing this, my team did not bother passing the ball to me. I spent the game playing defense, barely succeeding at blocking the other team’s powerhouse players as they demolished the team I was on. When an opponent charged towards me dribbling the ball, I got out of the way. In volleyball, I removed my thick glasses for fear they’d be broken, and as a result, I could not see the ball coming to hit me in the face.

I did not particularly enjoy playing sports. However, to change my standing in the team-selection pecking order, I practiced with a purpose. During games, I became more aggressive. I wore my glasses. I reached for the goal, whereas before I simply stood on the sidelines. I blocked more aggressively too—even if it meant pulling my opponent’s shirt or hair—no matter that this often led to a penalty against my team. During these early weeks, I returned home with two broken eye glasses, earned a couple of red cards, and made my teammates angry.

At home, after completing my homework, I begged my two sisters to play ball with me. They did play, but not for long. When they grew tired, I threw the ball against the wall, attempting to increase my arm strength. When my arms felt tired, I ran around the farm to increase my speed and reflexes by dodging a pretend ball. At night, as I drifted to sleep, I prayed silently so that my sisters would not hear me plead: “God, please, make me be chosen first.”

As weeks turned into months, I became quite adept at catching the ball as it ricocheted from the wall towards me. I was no longer chosen last. That horrible fate was bestowed on a shy and almost as awkward classmate who had the extra disadvantage of being overweight, which slowed her down compared to me; I was slight and scrawny. Yet, despite months of effort, I did not score any more than before, did not throw the ball any harder or more accurately, and hardly touched the ball at all. Since I often increased the penalty count with my new, more aggressive tactics, the coach had me sit out whenever there was an odd number of players.


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17 comments:

Goddess Fish Promotions said...

Thanks for hosting!

Peggy Hyndman said...

Do you write every day? Do you have a word goal for each day you write?

Becky Richardson said...

Would love to read your book. Have added it to my TBR list.

Isabelle Gecils said...

It took me years to write Leaving Shangrila. I tried to write everyday, and to the extent I could, I would carve out at least half an hour to write either first thing in the morning, or later at night after my children were asleep. I wrote for slightly longer periods of time on the weekends.

I never truly set a word count goal. My goal was to move the project forward every time I sat down to work on it. When I felt particularly inspired, I would write new text. When the creative juices were not flowing, I edited what I had previously written. My goal was just that little feeling of accomplishment because the story was closer to completion. But there were days or even weeks at a time that I did not work on it at all. Mostly because life got in the way, but I always knew that I would keep moving the project forward and continue to write it until it was done.

Isabelle Gecils said...

Thank you for the comment about planning to read Leaving Shangrila. I hope you will love it.

Victoria Alexander said...

Really great post...I'm looking forward to reading this one. Thanks for sharing :)

Mai T. said...

Were any characters inspired by anyone in real life?

Isabelle Gecils said...

Thank you Victoria for your comment. I am glad that you enjoyed the post and I hope you will love Leaving Shangrila.

Isabelle Gecils said...

Leaving Shangrila is a memoir. So all characters are real people, and in fact, the entire story is as accurate as my memory (and the memory of those I interviewed) allows. It is a bit tricky to write about real people. For that reason, I took great care to simply present the facts, and not to pass judgement on their actions, and let the reader reach their own conclusions. I hope I was able to achieved that.
Nevertheless, what Leaving Shangrila does is to place a mirror on the early decisions people made and many of them on the present day may not like what the reflection shows. It is a risk anyone takes when writing memoirs, and I felt I could live with the consequences of holding up that mirror.

James Robert said...

Thanks so much for taking the time to offer us this giveaway

Marcy Meyer said...

Sounds like a very interesting story. Enjoyed the excerpt.

Isabelle Gecils said...

Thank you James for your comment and you are welcome.

Isabelle Gecils said...

Thank you Marcy. I am so glad that you enjoyed the excerpt. It is the prologue to Leaving Shangrila and it was a turning point in my life, when for the first time I was able to realize a dream that I had for so long and had worked so hard for. I have relied on that turning point of my life in so many circumstances later on. Thinking that when if I am not able to achieve something I very much desire, then sometimes it is just a matter of reframing and changing perspective.

Nikolina said...

The book sounds very intriguing, thank you for the reveal!

Dario Z said...

Sounds like a great read, hope I'll have a chance to read it soon!

Isabelle Gecils said...

Thank you Nikolina and Dario for your comments. I hope you will love Leaving Shangrila if you get to read it.

Isabelle Gecils said...

Thank you so much Lisa for hosting me.