To deal with her present, she must face her past.
In 1985, a young Laura Rodriguez goes to Silicon Valley to start a career as a computer programmer. She finds a job at a quirky startup run by a family with secrets.
In 2016, a now middle-aged Laura faces growing professional and family crises and the most divisive presidential election in recent history. She fears losing her job in the wake of a merger and distrusts her new millennial boss. Her daughter has cancer, her son quit a lucrative programming job and moved back home, and her marriage is crumbling—especially when an old flame reenters her life.
Laura must find solutions from a past she wants to forget. She may find them in the computer that changed her life, the Amiga.
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I started in the computer industry in the mid-1980s as the personal computer started to grow. The computer I remember the most fondly was the Commodore Amiga. It was a revolutionary computer with features that wouldn't be matched by PCs and Macs for years. I always wanted to write about that computer and the time period.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
They come from various people I worked with, especially women programmers. They don't get enough credit for the contributions they've made to the computer industry.
“I can’t believe I ever wore this.” I unfolded the lime green Bermuda shorts that I had taken out of the box.
“That used to be your favorite,” Mom replied.
“I probably can’t fit into it anymore.” I set the shorts on the bed.
Mom kept my old room the way it was when I moved out. Everything was still in its place. My yearbooks. Manuals for computers and programming languages I hadn’t used in decades. Certificates and plaques. Even my Blade Runner, Tron, and Koyaanisqatsi posters. Stepping into this room was like stepping into a time machine. Mom kept everything clean and dusted. Even the cardboard box in the center of the floor seemed in good repair.
I sifted through that box, which contained clothing older than my children. “I can’t believe you saved all this.”
“You didn’t throw it away.”
Something caught my attention. I grabbed something white with faded navy blue stripes. It was my old Reseda High School gym shorts.
“I should have thrown this away.” I stared at the brown streaks of dried blood on the front.
Mom rubbed my shoulder. “Some things can’t be thrown away.”
Have you read this book? Tell us what you thought! All information was provided by the author and not edited by us. This is so you get to know the author better.