Thursday Review: Blood Wounds

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The Blurb:

Blood can both wound and heal . . .

Willa is lucky: She has a loving blended family that gets along. Not all families are so fortunate. But when a bloody crime takes place hundreds of miles away, it has an explosive effect on Willa’s peaceful life. The estranged father she hardly remembers has murdered his new wife and children, and is headed east toward Willa and her mother. Under police protection, Willa discovers that her mother has harbored secrets that are threatening to boil over. Has everything Willa believed about herself been a lie? But as Willa sets out to untangle the mysteries of her past, she also keeps her own secret—one that has the potential to tear apart all she holds dear.

My Review: I love Susan Beth Pfeiffer. I still think “Life as We Knew it” was one of the best middle grade books I’ve ever read. This book wasn’t on level with that, but it was still good and still intense and also really creepy. Pfeiffer does a wonderful job at making adult characters who have understandable motives into people you can *really* hate. Seriously. I hated every adult in this book and most of the kids. I hate how insensitive everyone in the story is. I hate how high and mighty everyone is. I completely get Willa’s mental state in this book because if I was stuck in her life and couldn’t lash out at the people who deserved it, I’d go crazy too.

There’s a scene at the end that sort of explains everything that was well written, and very chilliing, but was also kind of a cop-out tell for the author. Willa imagines what happened from the POV of her father. She sees the murders. But not in a like “I’m having nightmares and imagining these horrible murders because it’s all I’ve thought about lately” but in a very “this IS what happened. And I know this IS what happened because his blood flows through my veins.” It was a neat scene, but as a writer it pulled me right out of the story because it was such a blatant authorial intrusion that I think could have been included in a more natural way, OR if we’re going for supernatural abilities experienced by Willa as a series of nightmares that she doesn’t understand the meaning of that get much creepier when she realizes that’s what really happened.

The plot was tense and kept moving, the characters, while hatable, were fully developed, and I really enjoyed the book despite the sick feeling it left me at. Pfeiffer is *really* good at gritty realism.

Thursday Review: The Goddess Legacy

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The Blurb:

Legacy Kore is an average seventeen year old with your basic insane crush on the hottest guy in school… rather Adin Shepard was the hottest guy in school before he graduated a couple of weeks ago. Now it’s summer vacation and she’s not sure when she’ll get to see him again. Until he shows up at her surprise seventeenth birthday party. Cue saliva glands–it’s time to drool.

But her giddiness is cut short when her guardian delivers an emotional blow, telling Legacy her mother hadn’t died when she was baby, but that she’d left for Legacy’s protection all those years ago. After the initial shock, she expects some story about how her mother was in the Witness Protection Program or something else just as crazy, but when she’s told that her mother is a Greek Goddess and that Legacy is changing into one too, she thinks her guardian needs a trip to a mental hospital. Legacy a goddess? Um, yeah. Right. And her BFF is the Easter Bunny.

While trying to make sense out of something that was impossible to believe, Adin asks Legacy out on a date. She is thrilled that her fantasy might become a reality, but when she meets the new guy in town, River, she discovers everything isn’t always as it seems, and the legacy she wants just might not be the legacy she is destined to have.

My review:

We heard from Mrs. Muse last Monday for a guest Mythology Monday, and I wanted to take the opportunity to follow up with a review for this fun, free read.

This is absolutely the most unique take I’ve read on a Greek myth. Instead of being the actual gods, or reincarnations of gods, these gods clone themselves, and their little clones are given the opportunity to ascend to full divinity. I also liked that there were monsters in the story. This author is also very good at extracting every possible iota of sexual tension from a situation and getting it all down on the page. There’s this one scene where Adin hugs Legacy, just hugs, and I swear those three pages could give any harlequin sex scene a run for its money. And that’s what your first love is like! I remember when holding my husband’s hand was a big deal. I think it’s easy to look back at those mini-milestones and feel like they aren’t significant, but they were at the time.

Interesting book, and bonus, it’s free on amazon kindle! It’s always really entertaining to see what other writers have done with “my” myths. It’s crazy to me (in a good way) how we can all look at the same source material (most likely) and get all the same information, and come out with such wildly different takes on it. Isn’t creativity fascinating?

Thursday Review: Seeds by M.M Kin

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The Blurb

With the tale of Seeds, M.M. Kin explores the myth of Hades and Persephone, drawing upon elements of the original myth, while giving new life to an ages-old story… romance, drama, action, and spice, it’s all here!

Seeds: Volume One

Longing. Need. Desire. Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, has never felt any of these in his long life until a chance encounter with the Goddess of Spring. For as long as she can remember, Persephone has always been told what to do, her life dictated by people who believe they know what is best for her without taking the time to understand or listen to her. However, the opportunity to truly be herself awaits her in the most unlikely of places, sparking one of the most famous and enduring relationships that history has ever known…

A quick disclaimer:

This is NOT a YA book. Let me repeat that loud and clear since this blog belongs to a YA author. This is NOT a YA book. It is a very good book, but there are some very graphic scenes involving sexual content. If you’re a young adult reader, wait a few years before checking this one out.

We good? Okay. 🙂

My review: I was impressed by the level of research that went into this book. As a writer who has thoroughly researched Greek mythology, it was really cool to see how someone took the same information and made it theirs. But M.M Kin took her research to a whole different level by actually setting her story in Ancient Greece.

Her setting was very well done, very real. I had a solid sense of where we were, and somehow, despite the story being set way,way long ago, the characters were still accessible. That’s a tough balance. You can’t drop super modern characters into a setting like that ands expect it to work, but you can’t make your ancient characters too ancient without risking your modern audience. M.M Kin struck a wonderful balance between modern sensibilities, and characters that felt like they belonged in an ancient setting.

I was pleased to see Demeter’s story so fleshed out. The first third of the book focused on Demeter’s life and the birth of her daughter. The second third focused on Persephone’s life growing up, and the last third takes place in the Underworld. I felt the story balanced well, though once we hit the Underworld the book takes a pretty significant shift to erotica land. There was still story and very well developed characters, so it wasn’t like just sex scene after sex scene. M.M Kin took the time to develop the characters and the world thoroughly.

When I emailed M.M Kin she said “There’s several important differences between my book and the original myth. I wanted Persephone to be less of a victim, and Hades to be less of a villain. I notice in the original myth that Zeus and Demeter are never scolded for their part in the disaster, and that people always point at Hades and say ‘bad boy’ for his part in the myth even though he wasn’t the one who sent a famine upon Greece or gave Persephone away without her mother’s knowledge or permission, so I try to address this in Seeds. I do have to warn, Seeds has some steamy scenes, so it’s not for kids!”

Zeus and Demeter are definitely held accountable (or I foresee they will be in the sequels) for their parts in the Persephone myth, though I’m curious how that’s going to be handled in Demeter’s case. But I hope Hades isn’t let off the hook either. While her Hades is less of a villain than in the original myth, he’s still not a good guy. Which is why she said “less of a villain” not that he isn’t one. This is still the Persephone myth, while dialed down there is still an element of bad to Hades’ actions. He stalks Persephone and watches her with his helmet of invisibility. True, he doesn’t DO anything to her, or watch her change or anything, but his rationale for stalking is that Demeter wouldn’t have let him court Persephone. One wrong doesn’t answer another. Stalking is still a major violation. And while he doesn’t rape her and drag her down to the Underworld, he does still **spoiler alert**

drag her down to the Underworld, refuse to let her leave, and consistently disregards her requests for him to stop touching her all the while saying he won’t do anything to her that she doesn’t want him to do. If he stood by that, I would have better feelings for his character, but what he actually means is I won’t do anything I don’t think you don’t want to do. He doesn’t cross the line to sex, but he does pretty much everything else, even after being told repeatedly to stop.

Now we’re in Persephone’s head, so we get the fact that she doesn’t actually want him to stop, and eventually she tells him so, but it’s not like he backed off until she told him so. Maybe it wasn’t rape, but it was still sexual assault. The reason I wouldn’t recommend this book to young adults isn’t the content of the sex scenes, but the message they send that really when a girl says no, she means yes, and continuing to violate her will eventually lead to consent.

That being said, while I’m not a fan of Hades in this book, I’m a huge fan of Persephone. Despite being manipulated all her life by her mother, and now by Hades, there’s still a strength in this character that makes me think maybe Hades will be answering for his actions in the next book along with Demeter and Zeus.

And maybe the person they’ll be answering to, is her.

Mythology Monday: Guest Post by M.W Muse

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I wanted to say a big thank you to author M.W Muse for dropping by my blog today to tell her version of the Persephone story. M.W. Muse is the bestselling author of the Goddess Series and is the New Adult pen name for the award-winning, bestselling adult romance author Mandy Harbin. Her books range from contemporary to paranormal erotic romance and include Darkest Sin, an erotic romantic suspense and first in the new Darkest series and the ever-popular Woods Family series, which began with the bestseller Surrounded by Woods. Writing as M.W. Muse has afforded her the opportunity to spend some time focusing on the younger side of love, and the accomplishment of having a book ranked number one in teen romance. She lives in a small Arkansas town with her family

My take on altering the myth of Persephone:

Within Greek Mythology, Persephone is the daughter of Demeter and Zeus. There are a few different interpretations of the myth surrounding her abduction by Hades, which led her to be his wife and queen of the underworld. Commonly, Persephone had been kept away from other deities since some gods (Hermes, Apollo, etc.) had tried to woo her. Hades, wanting her for himself, had taken her from a field against her will. When her mother had found out, she’d grown depressed while she searched for Persephone, but her feels had altered vegetation and caused starvation. Eventually Zeus forced Hades to return Persephone for the good of the people. Hades did, but not before tricking her into eating pomegranate seeds—which would bond her to the underworld. As a compromise, She then had to spend half the year with Hades, resulting in the barren seasons of the calendar year we know today.

This is a just a very condensed version. In my Goddess Series, Legacy Kore believes herself to be a regular teenager until she discovers on her 17th birthday over the next year of her life, she’ll be changing into a goddess with her official ascension on her eighteenth birthday. She doesn’t believe in all the mythology crap, but when she starts developing abilities, she learns how real it is.

The major difference between my series and traditional Greek Mythology is the original gods are still around today, and them, along with other gods can attempt to recreate a likeness of an original god by mimicking the circumstances in which the original one was created. Of course, it doesn’t always work, and over the centuries, newer gods have diluted powers mixed with gods of their heritage. As for Legacy, she has to learn how similar she is to the original Persephone and do what she can to keep from being abducted like the god she was created like. Legacy also has to protect herself from other gods who’d want to destroy her before her ascension. Of course there’re hot guys who want her. What’s a good romance without that?

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Ms. Muse was also kind enough to answer some questions for me.

Why do you write different genres?
From the sweet stories of first young love to the hot, hot, hot erotic stories and everything in between, I love romance. I like paranormal, suspense, funny, historical…practically everything, so I write what I like. J.D. Salinger was quoted saying, “…I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.” I, too, write for my own pleasure, so why limit what I write when I don’t limit what I read? All levels of romance are fun!

Where do you get your ideas?
Everywhere. Dreaming, listening to music, interacting with people, anything can spark an idea. Once an idea materializes, I play around with various scenarios until I know the direction I want a story to go in. Getting ideas is the easy part. But writing a book around those ideas is the thrilling part.

When do you write?
Usually at night and on the weekends. I may get inspired listening to music and engaging with people, but when I write I like total solitude. That’s usually easier said than done but more likely to occur during those times.

Do you have a writing system?

Of course. I do a lot of technical writing, and that organized mentality bleeds into my creative writing ventures. There are a lot of different methods one could utilize, but I tend to write in stages. After mentally developing an idea for a book and writing up short bios on my characters, I draw out a three act structure on a piece of paper, noting key points in the book (setting up the story, plot points, conclusion, and particular scenes that are important and/or I’m already excited about). I actually stole this concept from studying screenplay writing, and since I love to watch movies, this method helps me visualize my book at a glance. Then I open a spreadsheet and write every scene that I think will be in the book. This step shows me exactly what’ll happen from start to finish and allows me to move scenes around before I start writing a book. Once the grunt work is done, I write. Since I already know my characters and every scene I’m going to try to include, writing the first draft is usually pretty fast. I have a minimum- per-day word count that I stick to during the first draft, but I usually double that minimum goal.
There are people on both sides of the fence who are for or against outlining a book like this before writing. People who are against it argue that it stifles creativity; however, I find this just isn’t true for me. Understanding my characters and outlining everything beforehand gives me the freedom to run free with the story I’ve already created on paper, yet it keeps me on track when I write. Also, the prep work is used as a guide to write my story and not something that can’t be deviated from. Sometimes parts are taken out or changed. If the story takes me in a different direction than what I’ve outlined, then I follow the story. It’s the creative process that works for me

Follow M.W Muse around the net!

Her website at http://www.mwmuse.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/MWMuse.Author
Twitter: @MW_Muse
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/MWMuse

Goddess Series:
The Goddess Series is about a teenage girl who discovers on her seventeenth birthday that her mother hadn’t died all those years ago, but that she is actually a Greek Goddess and Legacy is changing into one, too. Each book in this series follows Legacy through obstacles she experiences over the next year of her life, leading up to her eighteenth birthday and her final ascension…or supposed ascension. Along the way she discovers love, betrayal, heartache, friendship, and answers to questions she never knew ever existed.

Order of the Goddess Series and Links:
Goddess Legacy (FREE on all retailers for a limited time!): http://www.amazon.com/Goddess-Legacy-Young-Adult-ebook/dp/B00B9DN2ZM/ref=sr_1_6_bnp_1_kin?ie=UTF8&qid=1379698057&sr=8-6&keywords=m.w.+muse

Goddess Secret: http://www.amazon.com/Goddess-Secret-Series-Young-ebook/dp/B00BN1YOUW/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1

Goddess Sacrifice: http://www.amazon.com/Goddess-Sacrifice-Series-Young-ebook/dp/B00BUFF1GW/ref=pd_sim_kstore_2

Goddess Revenge: http://www.amazon.com/Goddess-Revenge-Series-Young-ebook/dp/B00C4ZBJXQ/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1

Goddess Bared: http://www.amazon.com/Goddess-Bared-Series-Young-ebook/dp/B00CJD4QVK/ref=pd_sim_kstore_2

Goddess Bound: http://www.amazon.com/Goddess-Bound-Series-Young-ebook/dp/B00DE2KZHE/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1

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Thursday Review: The Delirium Trilogy by Lauren Oliver

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The Blurb: Ninety-five days, and then I’ll be safe. I wonder whether the procedure will hurt. I want to get it over with. It’s hard to be patient. It’s hard not to be afraid while I’m still uncured, though so far the deliria hasn’t touched me yet. Still, I worry. They say that in the old days, love drove people to madness. The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t.(less)

My review:
So the more I read dystopian fiction, the more I find myself having to divide my reviews into two major sections. Whether or not I buy the society, and whether or not I liked the story. Most of the time those two line up, but with Delirium they didn’t.

I didn’t buy the society of Delirium. Oh I can buy a society choosing to lobotomize itself in order to cut down on destructive emotions, after all, Uglies features a society that intentionally gives itself brain damage in order to be compliant. The difference with Uglies though is the trade off, the near perfect society, made me wonder if it would be worth the cost.

To me, that’s what a good dystopian novel does. It behaves like a Utopian society in every way until you realize the price. The hidden horror lurking just beneath the surface, and your dystopian protagonist has to decide, is it worth it? Do I become complicit in these horrible happenings to reap the reward of comfort, society, and equality? Is THIS what it takes to have it all?

Now obviously, many famous dystopian novels don’t go the Utopian route. 1984, Anthem, Brave New World, not a single one of those societies featured a place I’d want to live. And more and more, YA dystopian stories are modeling themselves after those stories. The Hunger Games, Matched, Divergent. Class struggles and poverty still exist. It makes me a little sad to see this theme becoming predominant in YA.We paid the awful price, and what to we have to show for it? Nothing. No one from the outside looking in would think they’ve landed in Utopia. Everything is so bad we don’t even bother with the illusion of prosperity. The trend of dystopian novels in YA already reflected an uncertainty about our future, the shift to bleak dystopias indicate sheer hopelessness.

Another thing that a dystopian novels has to do, to me, is make me buy into the dystopia. There has to be logic, no matter how twisted. I can see love becoming a horror story, but the actual procedure doesn’t behave in consistent way. If you lobotomize the brain, it’s not just love you get rid of. It’s personality, hate, fear. You become a zombie. And the adults sometimes acted like that. Sometimes they were aggressive, and judgmental, and violent. Now no procedure on the brain is going to impact everyone the exact same way, so I was willing to accept the sheer number of people in the society that seemed to enjoy being violent. But not within the same person. So one of two things was happening in this society. Either the author wasn’t consistent with the procedure (no one should have felt extremes, thus you shouldn’t have enraged child abusers and over aggressive soldiers) Or the author didn’t do a good enough job explaining that it is not in fact a lobotomy the characters are getting, just a diminished capacity for love. In which case, her descriptions were inconsistent, and the cure would not have “cured” an urge to exercise, a sexual preference on a base level, the urge to reproduce, ect. The people in this society stilled cared what others thought of them, still exhibited pride and judgement, they still got angry. It just wasn’t consistent so I could not buy the society.

That being said though, I still liked the books. The story was good, even if the society wasn’t. The writing was beautiful! Poetic! Flowing. Honestly, it was fantastic writing. The descriptions!!! The nursery rhymes, the book of Shhh. While not believable to me, the world building that went into this was still amazing. I didn’t really like any of the characters that much but I didn’t like them because I wouldn’t like them in person, if that makes sense? They were 3 dimensional, well developed, whole characters. I just happen to dislike most of their personalties. I never really bought into the romance, but for a book series about love, I have to applaud that Oliver never actually made the story ALL about love. The world, the characters, and everything EXIST. The love story doesn’t drive the plot of the series, it could stand without it, the world didn’t stop and revolve around the two characters. Yay for having an identity Lena outside of lovestruck teen! Good for you 🙂 I did love the friendships formed in this series, and I love that those friendships didn’t revolve around the romance either. The girls talked to each other about things OTHER than boys. As in they had a life. Identities outside of their crush’s. I’m super impressed by that, and very happy to see it in a book that could have SO easily slipped way too far in the other direction without being called on it, because of the whole love is literally forbidden angle of this story. Like, in this context, and this context alone, disappearing into the romance would have been an act of rebellion and the romance could have actually been its own character and everything could have been all codependent and reliant on the love story, and for book 1, I was a bit worried it would do that but it didn’t!

I did feel that the ending of the series was rushed. I like that everything wasn’t neatly tied up with a bow, but despite not resolving much, the ending just felt gleaned over. And Oliver can DO endings. I read “Before I Fall.” Endings, are her fricken forte. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn there’s one more book for this series. There’s enough there for one.

Overall, I’d read it. I enjoyed it. You probably will to.

Read-a-Thon

I don’t know if you guys have heard about the awesome read-a-thon that is being hosted by Colorimetry, but I have *desperately* needed to catch up on my TBR pile. Between studying for the GRE: Lit exam, and grad school, and writing and life in general I got super behind and only JUST caught up on my wish list.

Reading is really important to me, so I volunteered to post a guest blog about reading for the Read-A-Thon. Enjoy 🙂

When I was five or six, my mother began to worry that my older brother’s “reading is lame” stance would have a negative affect on my reading enthusiasm. To counter my brother’s influence, she offered to pay me a dollar for every book I read. A dollar is a lot of money. So when she took me to the library that afternoon, I loaded up on books.

The first series I saw was The Boxcar Children. It was sitting on a display shelf in a cool box that looked like a train. A beautiful display that I promptly destroyed by shoving the first ten books into my library bag and checking out. At home I dived into reading. If I read enough books, I’d be rich! Maybe even more rich than my brother!

I read every book our little library had to offer in the series, and moved on to the next display, The Babysitters Club: Little Sisters Club. Then I read Sweet Valley Twins, the Full House books, and every other book I could get my hands on that looked relatively new.

I get obsessive when I find a writer I like. I have to read every book by that author. With some authors, that’s not a huge deal. With Francine Pascal it breaks the bank. By now my mom owed me over a hundred dollars. I never saw a penny of the money after I hit the twenty dollar mark.
When I finished the Sweet Valley Twins series (I’m sure I only read a fraction of them, but they were all I could find. Thank goodness amazon.com had not yet been invented), I moved on to Sweet Valley Twins and Friends. Then I read Sweet Valley High, and then I tried to read Sweet Valley University.

Here I met my match. At seven I couldn’t read Sweet Valley University. The print was too small. There were too many words. I got headaches when I read them. When I complained to my mom she read a few pages, declared the content too mature for me, and started paying more attention to what I checked out at the library.

As I grew, I read more. I developed a problem distinguishing fiction with reality, compounded by a macabre streak of creativity. I read a book about twins with telepathic powers. I decided my best friend and I were telepathic. My third grade teacher (oddly enough in one of my few experiences in public school) told me the only way you could be telepathic was if you lost your soul to the devil. I told my friend that unfortunately we’d lost our souls to the devil and explained in vivid detail how he would probably drag us to hell that night.

She wasn’t allowed to talk to me again.

In sixth grade I ran into a similar problem with witchcraft. I’d begun reading books by L.J Smith, Christopher Pike and R.L Stine. After reading so much about witches my friends and I decided we were witches. We’d get together and read the spells out of the books and watch movies like “The Craft.” Then one night we were “casting” a spell in my yard, and suddenly my neighbors starting screaming. Shots were fired, and a car peeled out of the drive way. They were never seen again.
I discovered much later that they’d been going through a messy divorce, and had a particularly bad argument when they discovered their son shooting a bee bee gun into the siding of their house to drown out their arguing. The wife packed up the kids and left, and the husband moved away. I’m glad no one was hurt, because my friends and I were too scared to call 911 to confess that we might have killed our neighbors.

After that, my friends and I got very religious. We joined a local youth group and began to read Christian Fiction. I read books by Bill Myers, Frank Peretti, and Francine Rivers. This Present Darkness is still one of the creepiest books I’ve ever read.

Unfortunately my imagination got the best of me, because now instead of casting spells, my friends and I were studying how to cast out demons. The difference between that and casting pretend spells and thinking we could talk telepathically, is that in the Bible belt there are few adults who will tell you demons are just your imagination.

By the time High School started, my friends and I had moved on to bigger and better things. Somehow we got over the fact that fantasy books were satanic, and starting reading Dragonlance, and Terry Goodkind novels. I devoured books, often finishing a book a day so I could catch up to my friends in whatever series they’d recommended. I also discovered a new way to act out what I read in books. A socially acceptable way. Writing my own.

I started with fan fiction and eventually branched into writing my own stories. For years I babbled to anyone who would listen about the book I was working on. Looking back, it was a terrible work of fiction that too closely resembled everything I’d ever read thrown in a blender.

After I started college, one of my favorite authors (Kelley Armstrong) came out with a young adult counterpart to her book series. Since my obsession with reading every single book a writer has ever written still holds, I preordered it. That is when I rediscovered the young adult genre.

These books were good. I’d loved my L.J Smith books, but there really wasn’t any comparison. The standards of young adult literature had improved sometime while I was working my way through the Dragonlance series. From there I caught up on all the popular YA fiction I’d turned my nose up at during high school. I read Harry Potter, I read Twilight, Uglies, and just about every book I could get my hands on. I enjoy YA books more than any other genre right now. Writers have to concentrate more on the story because they don’t have sex scenes or gory battles to fall back on to fill space. The books are quickly catching up in length, but there isn’t room for the unnecessary story telling just to up the word count that you see in a lot of adult fiction.

I’ve always loved reading, and writing always came in a close second. My dream job in high school was to be a slush reader for a big publishing house.

Then I learned publishing houses don’t pay their slush readers, they use interns. I didn’t particularly want to edit stories or work in any other division of publishing. So now I volunteer my time slush ready for a small publishing house. Consequently most of the books I read now haven’t been released yet.

I still read mostly YA books. I also write YA books. The first in my book series (not the one from high school) is due for release in July. Pending sales, the rest of the trilogy should be out shortly.
Despite my preference for YA, lately my horizons have been expanding. My mom’s group has a book club. We read one book a month, and alternate who chooses the book and the restaurant. Because of their more literary taste, I’ve read things like “The Help,” and “Water for Elephants,” and “The Uses of Enchantment.” We also read mystery novels, and self help books. They make fun of my YA choices, but when my month roles around we discuss not just the one book I chose, but any other book in its series, because most of the time they couldn’t stop after the first book.
I’ve also been reading a lot of children’s books out loud to my two year old lately. My husband and I recently started doing read alouds. We read a Bella book, and then a chapter of a grown up book every night. If we ever go on long trips I read out loud while he drives.

I just started running, and because music doesn’t create enough of a distraction, I purchased a subscription to Audible, and listen to audio books when I run. It’s great motivation. I can’t hear the rest of the story until I’m running.

Reading has always been my choice of leisure activity. It’s an activity that defines me. My whole life people have told me I’m a reader. Even now, my writers group turns to me for reading recommendations. Reading has also always been a social activity for me. It’s gotten me into more trouble than any other single activity I’ve ever attempted, but it’s also influenced my scholastic journey and defined my career choice. I love to read.

Thursday Review: The Kitchen House

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When a white servant girl violates the order of plantation society, she unleashes a tragedy that exposes the worst and best in the people she has come to call her family. Orphaned while onboard ship from Ireland, seven-year-old Lavinia arrives on the steps of a tobacco plantation where she is to live and work with the slaves of the kitchen house. Under the care of Belle, the master’s illegitimate daughter, Lavinia becomes deeply bonded to her adopted family, though she is set apart from them by her white skin.

Eventually, Lavinia is accepted into the world of the big house, where the master is absent and the mistress battles opium addiction. Lavinia finds herself perilously straddling two very different worlds. When she is forced to make a choice, loyalties are brought into question, dangerous truths are laid bare, and lives are put at risk.

My review:

I really liked this book, which was really surprising because I don’t often like literature set in the old South, books with passive protagonists, or plots that rely on people not telling each other stuff. So why did I read it? Book club, and I’m really glad I did, because I couldn’t put it down. The book grabbed me right away, and didn’t put me down until very close to the end where I found it a bit overwhelming. Too much happened in the last two chapters to get a firm grip on what happened, if that makes sense, but up until then, the pacing was good. The characters were very well developed, if frustrating at times, and the plot was great. If Southern historic literature is your thing, I recommend this and The Swan House

Back to School Blog Hop

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Here in Georgia, everyone has been in school for weeks, but if you live in the magical part of the world that starts mid-September, know I’ve always been jealous of you.

If you live in the extra-extra magical part of the world that the television keeps showing me that features kids waking up, getting ready, and eating a full-course breakfast while the sun is brightly shining….tell me where you live because I’d like to move before my daughter starts school.

Seriously, comment below.

Whether you are just now starting school (lucky1!) or if you’ve been in for weeks, I’ve got something special for you that I’ve been working on. It’s an excerpt from a middle grade project I’ve been working on with the working title “School.”

Excuse any typos, it’s early in drafting yet, and comment below with your thoughts to enter to win a copy of my young adult novel, Persephone.

Chapter 1

“Are you nervous?” Mom asked as we approached the large brick structure that was to be my middle school for one year.

I turned in my seat to look at her, pulling on my seatbelt. “Are you kidding? Of course I’m nervous!”

She gave me a reassuring smile. “I’m proud of you for making this choice. It was a very mature decision.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. It hadn’t been much of a choice. Mom wanted me to get used to attending a larger, public institution before I started ninth grade at the magnet school. So she’d given me a choice. If I sacrificed private school for one year, she’d use the money she was saving in tuition to buy me a car when I turned sixteen.

Talk about delayed gratification. But I needed a car. And not in some spoiled teenage way. Columbus, Georgia is not a pedestrian-friendly town. The nearest grocery store to my house wasn’t within walking distance, much less any place interesting. And the only bus in town drove a one mile loop between the malls. Both of which were too far to walk to. And because Mom’s new job took her out of town for three and four days at a time, I couldn’t rely on her for a ride.

Mom was still giving her pep talk. I smiled and nodded in all the right places as I gathered my book bag and lunch box.

Mesh, so I couldn’t carry any concealed weapons. Lovely thought. But at least it came in pink.

“It’s not going to be as bad as you think it. You get to start over. You’ll be the new girl. It’ll be like that movie.”

“Mean Girls?”

“Mmm… Was that the one with the sparkly vampires?”

“Not even remotely. But you have a point. Being stalked by a reformed murderer would be a first.” Was she really going to pretend there was a chance I could be popular here? This was public school. I’d seen enough TV shows to know what to expect: bullies in the hallways, pervasive sexual harassment, drugs, smoking in bathrooms, and possibly even spontaneous musical numbers in the lunch room.

A horn honked, jolting me out of my reverie and cutting Mom’s pep talk short. “I guess we’re blocking the car pool lane,” she murmured. Her eyes flashed with irritation. “Honey, are you sure you’re–”

“I’m fine, Mom.” I opened the door and stepped out of the car, slinging my book bag over my shoulder and grabbing my lunch box from the floorboard. “Love you.”

“Love you, too!”

I closed the door and hopped onto the curb, waving as she drove away in our little red Saturn. I turned slowly towards the school and swallowed hard. These people don’t know you. I reminded myself. And after this year I’ll never see them again. I had no delusions of gaining popularity, but the knowledge that it didn’t matter what these people thought of me was kind of freeing. I didn’t have to worry about the social hierarchy. It didn’t apply to me whatsoever.

I lifted my chin and walked into the school. At least there weren’t security guards and metal detectors like I’d seen in some of the movies. Students flowed up and down the halls. Laughter bounced off the peeling paint on the burgundy lockers. I stopped, fishing for my schedule so I could find the room number for my home-room when a short boy with white hair bumped into me.

“Watch it, ginger!” He growled, shouldering past me.

I frowned, adjusted my book bag and tried to step out of the way, but the walls were crowded with kids. A quick look around confirmed I was not the only pale redhead clogging up the hallway. A first for me. There had been other redheads in other grades at my old school, but we were few and far between. I’d never seen so many kids together in one place. At my old school there were only twelve of us per class. The students in this hallway alone probably outnumbered the entire student body of my old school. I felt claustrophobic. Oddly enough, the center of the hall was free. I moved to the middle of the hallway, pulled my phone out of my pocket and switched it to silent mode. Now where was my home-room?

Someone plucked the phone from my hand.

“Hey! That’s mine!” I snapped, spinning on my heel in outrage. I’d been in the school for less than ten minutes and someone was already trying to steal from me!

A woman in a purple blouse and a black skirt raised an eyebrow at my tone. “Cell phones are not permitted on school grounds.”

“What? Why? I wasn’t going to use it. That’s why I put it on silent.”

“I didn’t say noisy cell phones weren’t allowed on school grounds. All cell phones. I’ll be taking this to the office. Your parent or guardian can pick it up on Friday.”

“Friday?”

“Yes. If we find a cell phone we lock it up for the week.”

Oh hell no. I needed my cell phone. If I didn’t have my cell phone my Mom wouldn’t be able to reach me when she left town. I glanced around and noticed people watching me. Nothing obvious, it wasn’t like a crowd had gathered, but I could feel eyes on me, none-the-less.

“Could we speak privately, please?” I asked the woman in the purple blouse.

“We have nothing to discuss.” She waddled away, heels clacking on the white vinyl tiles.

I held back a sigh and followed her.

“Stay on the maroon tiles!” An authoritative voice bellowed.

What? I glanced down. The tiles were white. I lifted my head to ask what the hell that man had been talking about when a slash of pink caught my eye. A single row of pink tiles bordered the walls. They may have been ‘maroon’ once, but they’d long since faded to a color of pink I’d only ever seen in cat vomit.

“If you are walking in the hall you need to stay on the maroon tiles.” At least he wasn’t yelling anymore. But his voice was still deep. I stared at the balding man in a collared white shirt. He couldn’t be serious, could he?

“I see…” I took two steps to the left and stood on a pink tile, raising my eyebrows at him in question. “May I go now?”

He nodded his assent and I took off towards the office. This was going to be a long school year.