I’m so glad you found my website! I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them (I’m particularly partial to Celia Canterberry). While you’re here have a browse and join my newsletter. I look forward to hearing from you.
All my best,
C.P. Hoff lives in southern Alberta with her husband and children. She has written for the local paper, which might be impressive if she lived in New York, and if anyone read the local paper. Hoff is a founding member of WordBridge – Lethbridge Writers’ Conference.
Her novel, A Town Called Forget, was longlisted for the Stephen Leacock Medal For humour. Her novels West of Ireland and Canterberry Tales, respectively, were named in Kirkus Review’s Best Books of 2020 and Best Books of 2021.
Kirkus Reviews’ Best Books
Happy Valley Chronicles
Happy Valley Picture and Colouring Books
If I’ve told that Griggs woman once I’ve told her a thousand times, bastardizing Oswald Elliot’s artwork will never win her the Pulitzer Surprise—Mayor Forde (Happy Valley Mayor)
Who keeps selling her art supplies? The woman should be arrested — Oswald Elliot (Happy Valley Journal)
A pitch-perfect blend of childlike innocence and Mark Twain -style fabulist humor.
– Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
No up and coming Events
Between the Crosses
Happy Valley Chronicales Book 4
For The Love Of Books
I hate giving books stars. I never know where to begin. Do I give three stars to a book that makes me laugh? Four stars to the one that keeps me up at night? Do I give five to the one that makes me cry? Makes me wonder if my life is worthwhile? If the protagonist’s legs get ripped off, is that worth a star? How about if their parents get eaten by sharks? The horror of it must be worth something. The whole thing leaves me in a tizzy. Instead, I’ve decided to give books food designations, depending on how they feed my soul.
Books that are a guilty pleasure, a quick read that whisks me away, they are Corner Store books.
If they feel soothing, like something my grandmother would have fed me, they’re Ma and Pop books.
A Steak House book makes me catch my breath. The words have a music all their own, and they thrum inside me.
Last, but not least, is the Michelin Star. Michelin Star books are few and far between. They leave me gutted. I read them in gulps, in a self-imposed stillness. And when all is said and done, it cost me.
Let’s get reading!