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April 26, 2013

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“It’s strange how fast life changes. Just when you think you have it all figured out, a council man hands you six werewolves to take care of.”
Willow and her pack had barely settled into their new town when the council shows up again. Only this time it’s to ask for their help - to save Gage. How can Willow refuse?
Suddenly, Willow is thrust into a world of childhood nightmares. The Ancient City. But it isn’t at all what she thought it would be. In fact, Willow soon realizes that not many things are what she thought they would be and she has to figure out for herself which things are worth fighting for.

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Rachel Waxman: Music Plays a Role in Writing and Plot

I’ve always thought that music and writing go pretty well together. Writing to music is kind of like getting the chance to create a soundtrack to somebody else’s life. And just like how the right song playing on your iPhone can change the way you feel as you walk down the street—the right song played while writing can help me develop a scene in a novel, or discover another layer of emotion or intensity I didn’t know was there.

The Crickhowell School for the Muses has an ominous, gothic tone throughout. One might think I listened to an equally eerie album while writing it, but I have a confession to make: I wrote almost the entirety of the novel listening to one thing—a CD of seventeenth century Scottish lute music recorded sometime around 1992.

Awfully nerdy, right?

While the Scottish lute isn’t exactly foreboding, listening to it helped me envision the pre-industrial English countryside, which is ostensibly where the novel takes place. If I couldn’t actually cross the ocean and go back in time, I could at least trick my ears into thinking I had.

Not only did music play a large role in the writing of Crickhowell, it plays an important role in the novel itself. The protagonist, Awen, is a singer—trained to sing so beautifully she could inspire an artist to create a masterpiece. She is also forced to confront some difficult questions in regards to music: What happens when the thing you love most is taken away from you? What happens when singing ceases to be a source of joy, and becomes a chore?


Hannah’s room was small, but the floor-to-ceiling mirrors on each wall gave the illusion it was double its size. In the corner, facing a small window, stood a wooden desk with stacks of paper, combs of all sizes, and tubes of colorful pastes strewn about. A tall wooden stool was situated in the center of the room.

“So, what does this girl need today?” Hannah turned to Rosaline. “Cut? Dye? Everything?” She gave a euphoric laugh. “Here, jump up on the stool, would you, now?” This time she spoke to Awen, who was looking down at her feet—bare, just like every other girl’s at Crickhowell.

Awen hesitated, but a word of encouragement from Hannah made her climb up onto the stool. She winced slightly, feeling the bruises from her fall.

“You have very pretty hair,” Hannah said, twisting a section in her hand. “Nice and black, thick, wavy...but I think... Hmm.” She dropped Awen’s hair and put two fingers to her lips. “Yes, I think we need a good trim.” She ran her other hand through Awen’s tresses, pulling through the tangles. “It’s a bit of a mess.

“Now...” She took Awen’s chin in her hand, examining her face. “White powder, of course...hmm, very pretty eyes, yes. Ah, this one is easy—already pretty! They haven’t all been so, recently,” she added in a lower voice. With that she turned to Rosaline, who was leaning against the wall opposite Hannah’s desk.

“Stupid, though,” Rosaline muttered. “Stupid girl, she can’t even walk down the stairs without tripping over herself.” Hannah dismissed this with a click of her tongue and turned back to her black-haired project sitting silently on the stool. She eyed Awen once more, walking a circle around her, then glided over to her disorganized desk. From the reflection in the mirror, Awen could see her pull out a large comb, a silver pair of scissors, a jar of white powder, and a thin glass vial.

She slipped all but the comb into her pockets.
 Awen watched in the mirror as Hannah combed through her straggled mess of dark hair. The tangles were so entrenched that the movement of the comb pulled her head sideways. She had to squeeze her fingernails into her palms and squint her eyes to keep from tearing up. Then, Hannah pulled out the scissors and began to clip off chunks of hair. Awen let her eyes close most of the way as Hannah worked.

The sound of clipping scissors eventually stopped, and Awen opened her eyes, assuming Hannah was done. Before she could look at herself in the mirror, Hannah’s hands were at the side of her head, pulling on her hair with the force of a rider reining a wild horse. Awen felt the skin on her forehead pull upward. Her hair was yanked tighter, twisted around on itself.

“Ah, beautiful!” Hannah exclaimed, jumping back, and praising her work from all angles.

Awen gazed at her own reflection in the mirror. Her hair had been twisted into a bun so tight, it looked like her eyebrows were raised.

“Now just a little makeup, and we will be done! Oh, brush!” she exclaimed, skipping back to her desk for the tool.

While Hannah rummaged in her desk, humming to herself, Awen peered out the small window, through its reflection in the mirror. She heard slowly approaching voices coming from outside. The words were hard to make out—something about a window, an accident and, most startlingly, the word child...and the word dead. Two women walked by the window without looking in. And then she saw it. A man carried a dark-haired girl halfway wrapped in a blanket. Awen could see her face: drained of color, expressionless, blue lips, blue eyes and a big gash across the top of her forehead. Awen’s eyes widened, and a sick feeling waved across her stomach.

The other women in the room gave no response. Awen wondered if they had not heard, or if maybe the event meant nothing to them.

About the Author:

Rachel Waxman is a writer, oboist, and entrepreneur. While at Northwestern University she studied music and spent her Sundays writing. She has a contradictory affinity for old books, castles, and new technology and is nostalgic for the eighteenth century. A Kansas City native, she now lives and writes in New York City.
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In the year 1845, before the mystical land of Fallada was separated from the realm of men forever, the two worlds coexisted in harmony. Man could mingle freely in the world of the Elves and Faeries at will and peace reigned.

In the hills of Shropshire, England, just miles from the gate separating the village of Ludlow from the world of mystical creatures, farmer’s daughter Zara Wells longs for answers. It is not only the golden hair that trail feet behind her, or the strange hue of her violet eyes that separates her from the other girls her village. There is something inside of her, something touched by magic that longs to know more about what lies on the other side of the gate.

In Fallada, darkness has begun to spread. As the youngest and most beautiful girls of her village begin to disappear, Zara comes closer to discovering the true circumstances surrounding her birth. Little does she know, that the closer she comes to the answers she so desperately desires, the closer she will come to being ensnared in the dark queen’s web of growing treachery.

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April 25, 2013

To Review or Not to Review

After last week's post, you may be thinking I'm going to lament more on whether should write reviews. By the way, thank you to all who answered the poll question - look for recommendation lists starting in May. But, no, this isn't a continuation on last week's topic.

I saw a tweet about a review for a DNF (did not finish). I make it a policy that if I don't finish a book I don't review. But then I started thinking perhaps just saying that I didn't finish a book is a review (a non-review review?) and that it could be interpreted negatively.

To be honest, I rarely don't finish a book. I know a lot of bloggers who will put down a book if they aren't into it because they have so many books to get through and don't want to waste their time on a book they aren't going to like. For me, it is VERY difficult not to finish a book. Since I started a DNF shelf at Goodreads, I've only place 6 books on the shelf. Several of them are audio books I checked out from the digital library and they auto returned before I finished it.

What makes you decide not to finish a book?

Like I said, it is very difficult for me. Yet, I have a ton of books I want to get through so if I'm not into the book I should set it aside. I think my DNF is actually more of a to be continued list. I read according to my mood, but sometimes I get sick of reading the same genre. It's usually the "one to many" book that doesn't get finished. It might not have anything really to do with the book, just me having hit my saturation point with a certain type. These books usually go back into my TBR pile for a future look.

If I've struggled with an author before, then I'm likely to give up sooner. On my DNF shelf is a John Grishman. I loved his early novels - The Firm, Pelican Brief, etc. - and devoured them. Then I read Bleachers and I finished it, but I wasn't really feeling it. So when I picked up The Brethren and had trouble getting into it I decided it would be a DNF. (I did try over the course of a month or more to get through it). 

Another book on my DNF shelf didn't seem to match the description of the book once I got started reading it. I probably spent close to a year trying to get into the story and read only a couple of chapters. It became my bathroom book - I was struggling that much with it.

What to do with a DNF?

This is not the first time I questions whether or not I should have a DNF shelf and if I should or shouldn't review a DNF. In 2011, I shelved a book DNF (it might have been the first time I did it as a book blogger) and someone asked me why I couldn't finish it. In that particular case, it was more about it not being what I was expecting and in a genre I'm pretty picky about.

I still don't think I should review a DNF. I have read several books that I thought about giving up on only to be super surprised at the ending and how the author brought everything together and loved the book. So it wouldn't be a fair assessment if I don't read until the end.

However, I also think a brief explanation should be provided as to why I didn't finish it. I try to do this on Goodreads (where I catalog all my books) when I place a book on the DNF shelf just so other readers won't be "turned off" just because I didn't finish it. Particularly if it was because the book auto returned and the waiting list is a month long for me to get it again.

How do you feel about DNF? As a blogger do you post a review? As a reader, what are your thoughts when a blogger says they didn't finish a book?

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April 24, 2013

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Rose Gordon: You want to write outside the box, then step outside the box!

People like books that are different. Books that don't fall in line with the norm or can't be easily confused for another story. There needs to be something unique, fun, or memorable about your story or it becomes easy to forget or just one of many.

But how can you do that? Isn't there an old saying, “There's nothing new under the sun?”

Yes, and while that's true, and there will never be a story that is truly unique in every aspect, as a writer and storyteller, we have to make it as memorable and unique as possible.

Great, so how do you do that?

Simple: Experience the story.

When I wrote my first historical romance, I didn't know how to dance. More specifically, I didn't know how to do the waltz.

My husband and I were low on funds and had even less time so we pushed everything out of the kitchen and dining area then went to YouTube for dance lessons. We both watched the video and repeated the count: one, two three, one, two three, back, side, together, back, side, together...

Easy. We clasped hands like the people in the video said to, then started to move. We moved one foot, then the other, then tripped and ended up in a tangled mess on the floor. We stood up and tried again without any better results. It took us about an hour to make six steps in a row, or two full counts, without tripping.

Did this help with my book? You bet it did. It's helped with several, actually. I started out only wanting to learn the basic steps, how you stand and where to move. What I learned instead is just how easy it is to step on someone's toe while trying to concentrate!

In another book I wrote titled, Her Imperfect Groom, I had two characters having a duel with swords. Helpful husband that I have brought some dowels into the living room for us to have a duel and choreograph the scene. It was fun and informative.

For the sake of “research” I've done all sorts of strange things:

  • consumed stale biscuits and lemonade so sour it made my eyes water
  • held a slimy, wiggly fish with my bare hands
  • tipped a canoe
  • attempted to paint, knowing I'd have to hang it up in my home afterwards...
  • ridden in a horse-drawn carriage
  • ridden a horse
  • stayed up to watch an eclipse
  • set up a croquet course in my backyard and played
  • recorded my moves while playing chess
  • learned basic woodcarving
  • taken a bath in a bathhouse
  • visited and toured an old-south plantation
  • walked through a fort that was built in the early 1800s
  • spent the day wearing a Scottish gown
  • spent the day wearing a Regency morning dress
  • watched (in person) as someone blew glass
  • held an old-fashioned tea party where I played the hostess and had to pour like the ladies in my books

There are many, many other things I've done that might seem strange; and yet, I think certain scenes in some of my books are better for having done them. Your imagination can only go so far, and while it might be just enough to describe the event in your book, think of how much richer your description will be if you're able to describe being in the front row seat at a professional basketball game if you've actually done it or at a Taylor Swift concert or wherever your book takes you. (As a disclaimer: murder, arson, assault and battery, or any other topic that is illegal or can cause harm to you or someone else should be left exclusively to your imagination!)

Some writers, and I've been guilty of this, too, are so concerned with finishing this book and writing the next to help build a backlist or boost sales or reach a deadline that they don't take time to experience the story; but you know, your book is only as strong as experience and if you're writing it just to be finishing it and not because you love the story and you're pouring your own love and experience into the pages, readers will know that to. After having eleven books published I can tell a pattern: the books that I poured more of myself into and let myself have fun writing are my best sellers. The ones where I felt rushed and pushed to finish just so it'd be done, are the ones that don't sell well and worst of all, those are the ones that even my loyal fans never pick as favorites.

Do your readers, and more importantly, do yourself a favor, get off your buns and out from behind the computer and experience what it is that your characters are experiencing. I'm willing to bet your book will be all the better for it.

About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling and Award Winning Author Rose Gordon writes unusually unusual historical romances that have been known to include scarred heroes, feisty heroines, marriage-producing scandals, far too much scheming, naughty literature and always a sweet happily-ever-after. When not escaping to another world via reading or writing a book, she spends her time chasing two young boys around the house, being hunted by wild animals, or sitting on the swing in the backyard where she has to use her arms as shields to deflect projectiles AKA: balls, water balloons, sticks, pinecones, and anything else one of her boys picks up to hurl at his brother who just happens to be hiding behind her.
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April 23, 2013

Review: The Crickhowell School for the Muses

A creepy young adult debut novel by Rachel Waxman. The Crickhowell School for the Muses starts on a dark, wet night with two men searching for just the right girl. It definite gave off the "something bad is about to happen" vibe.

The creepiness doesn't stop when they find their victim.

I don't know if it is because I've read some super dark and twisted stories, but I think I was imagining things to be a whole lot worse than it turned out. It is also a young adult novel so it really couldn't get as twisted as some of the books I've read.

The Crickhowell School for the Muses is a bit different than what I normally read. The fantasy/paranormal elements are subtle - is it magic or some supernatural force at work or is this "normal" in Rachel Waxman's universe? With the deluge of paranormal romance in young adult literature, I found this book to a breath of originality. The uniqueness of the plot kept be intrigued.  In trying to figure out what was going on and who the good guys/bad guys were, I was kept glued to my Nook. I am impressed Waxman was able to keep the creep factor going to almost the end.

Speaking of the end. I felt like the last bit of the story was rushed. In the beginning we got details about the kind of muffins the girls were eating, but in comparison the ending felt glossed over. It may also be that I've gotten use to reading books, even in a series, that are more or less stand alone. The Crickhowell School for the Muses definitely felt like a part 1, unfortunately there isn't a part 2 to be picked up immediately.

Will I be waiting for the next book? You bet I will. I have questions and I want answers. If you are looking for a dark tale of intrigue, you will want to pick up The Crickhowell School for the Muses. And stop back by on Friday when Rachel Waxman brings a little Friday Fun to Girl Who Reads.

Book Info: ebook & paperback, May 2013 from Daniel & Daniel Publishers
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April 22, 2013

Meet the Author: AK Taylor

You might be wondering who I am and where I came from, so here we go!

It’s hard to believe I have been writing novels for over half my life—has it been that long already? It seems like I was just 16 yesterday when I wrote my first book. I have been building worlds and writing small things even before I took on novels.

I grew up in the backwoods of Georgia in a couple different parts of the state. Most of my life it was just me and my parents. Needless to say I am very shy and introverted. I had to create friends and have animal companions. I rarely had people come over to play with me, and that didn’t change much even when I went to school. Other kids didn’t understand me or wanted much to do with me.

For the majority of my childhood, I embarked on adventures in the woods and in the backyard. I always loved being outside. My parents and I would go hunting and fishing, and we would go swim in the river with snakes and all. The bream came and nibbled on my toes. It was weird swimming in a pool for the first time because it didn’t move or have anything living in it.

Then one day my dad’s work carried us to the suburbs, and these were the hardest years of my life. The tough years of being a teen and the presence of cliques kept me shut out for the most part. I always was in the “no more” category in the tagline: “Us Four and No More”. I didn’t fit in to any group; I was just “there”. Usually invisible.

Becoming a teen also meant I had to give up what brought me the most joy: playing and my imaginary friends. Being in suburbia also took away the woods. It was almost too much to bear. There was nowhere to go fishing. So, then I delved into more reading and video games. I began to entertain the thought of writing to enter back into my imaginary worlds since I couldn’t play anymore; I had done this before on a small scale. I already loved creative writing. I also liked to draw. I wanted to try to something bigger. How would I fare in taking on a novel? Not knowing how to start I just did.

My parents had an old computer in their bedroom with a Microsoft Word already installed. In a short time I sat down and began to write the first pages of my first novel Neiko’s Five Land Adventure even though it was called something else at the time. I don’t want to mention what it was; it’s just too embarrassing. 

I found gold. I would hurry up to get my homework or chores done so I could write. I would bug my parents to quit their solitaire game so I could write. When dinnertime bedtime, or my parents’ turn for the computer came, I would groan in protest. On weekends or during the summer I would keep my parents awake well into the night with the computer’s glare and me hammering on the keys. They would beg me to go to bed. Just one more sentence/chapter/paragraph! Boy I wished I had the money to buy my own computer! After Neiko’s Five Land Adventure I wrote Escape from Ancient Egypt…

The adventures came by the droves became more elaborate. More ideas for other characters and adventures came to me. A younger cousin and I began to make stories together and just took my imagination to soaring new heights. It felt nice to share and have someone understand and like what I did. I began to draw the maps of worlds and colored sketches of characters, and filled notebooks and folders with notes and sketches. Being left out, ignored, or the only girl not at prom didn’t bother me much any more. When I was alone, I pondered on the next part of the story. At school I just immersed myself in my musical and academic ability when I wasn’t daydreaming about the story. I did my homework during “social time” so I would have less to do so I could write when I got home. I also hoped band practice would end early for the same reason!

When college came, I had less time to write because of working, labs, and class. Since I was a science major, I had a lot of labs. There was a creative writing course, but I couldn’t fit it into my schedule because it was always offered when I had to take a required lab. Even so, I never stopped brainstorming or doing research on something that might find its way into the story later. The last year of college I began to write again during study or down time when I didn’t have any reading or work to do. College provided me with more writing practice even if it was just required work.

For the longest time I had no fathom of the talent I had; I had nothing to compare it to. I didn’t share my writing and art with anyone. I wrote and drew because I loved it and doing anything creative. I didn’t take formal writing courses, and no one taught me how to write a book. I taught me by reading books and implementing the basics I learned from language arts.

I never anticipated or set the goal of being published. I knew I would always write for fun. I didn’t think anything I wrote was “good enough” to publish, whatever that meant or was anyway. I only thought rich city people got published, not a backwoods girls like me. Publishers everywhere would scoff at anything written by a kid; I was no Edgar Allen Poe or Shakespeare. They would think my stories were stupid.

Friends, family, and total strangers from different walks of life told me otherwise: I should publish, and I have something worth sharing. This was because I couldn’t seem to keep a lid on it; people peeked.

So, now here I am. I am still writing, drawing, and enjoying the great outdoors. I explore other hobbies and interests, including beekeeping with my dad. I have now published the first two books I had ever written with many more still needing edits and rewrites while I am still writing more. Now I have two blogs I dump more stuff on. I still enjoy drawing and coloring my characters. I try my best to make each book a piece of art. I let any curious reader to see what’s in my head on different levels.

About The Neiko Adventure Series:

Neiko's Five Land Adventure (Book1)

The Indians and the Crackedskulls are locked in the turmoil of war. Neiko--a warrior with the glistening title of "the Chosen One"--finds herself facing a collection of enemies. Her archenemies, Raven and Bloodhawk, have come up with a scheme to destroy her reputation with the help of a phony Indian chieftain.

However, during the unfolding of their plan, Neiko finds out that a land she thought she had only imagined is actually real--and more terrifying than she ever imagined. It turns out that Ramses--the arch-villain of her collection--has sinister plans of his own for Neiko, whom he eventually traps in Qari.

Neiko must find her way back home and turn the tables on her enemies, but what she finds out during her travels in Qari will change her entire existence for all eternity.

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Escape from Ancient Egypt (Book 2)

Seeking his revenge on Neiko for exposing him, Francesco banishes Neiko into ancient Egypt just like he did her friends eleven years ago. During her stay there, she unravels the mystery of what happened to her four friends. Now she’s faced with a bigger problem—how to get home. After a series of unfortunate events, Neiko is now entangled with Pharaoh Ramesses II. Francesco also comes to make sure their fates are sealed. Can Neiko and her friends beat impossible odds and return to Hawote and back to the present?

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April 21, 2013

Sunday Sale Page - 4/21

Looking for a good deal? Check out some of the books I've picked up for FREE or 99 cents.

When Mitzy Neuhaus, conservative, debt free, and Christian, a Realtor who sees the world in black and white, decides to stimulate the economy of Portland, by selling the old mansion on Baltimore Street she has to wrestle with the mafia, the disarmingly good looking Alonzo Miramontes, and her own big mouth. Can she save the historic home, her business, and her reputation? 
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Daisy Crispin has 196 days to find the right date for the prom. There's only one problem--her parents won't let her date or even talk to a guy on the phone. Oh, and she's totally invisible at school, has to wear lame homemade clothes, and has no social skills. Okay, so maybe there's more than one problem. Can she talk her parents into letting her go to the prom? Or will they succeed at their obvious attempt to completely ruin her life? 
With hilarious and truthful writing, Kristin Billerbeck uncovers the small--and large--mortifications that teen girls encounter. Readers will fall in love with Daisy's sharp wit and resourcefulness as she navigates the world of boys, fashion, family, and friendship. From
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"Just a few miles from a normal neighborhood, there lies a place that you can only imagine in your most magical dreams..."
When Charlie Goodfellow's family moves to a new neighborhood, the last thing the eleven year old is looking for is adventure. But one day when he is exploring a secluded, hilltop community called Wizard Heights, he finds it.
Up there, a secret society of magician’s sip tea to the dulcet tones of string quartets on moonlit nights, and there are more sinister forces at work, too.
A strange, pale boy named Whitstable befriends Charlie and tells him about a sinister plot involving his cryogenically frozen magician grandfather and a mysterious Egyptian Idol of Thebes. Blackmailed into complicity, Charlie is plunged headlong into an adventure that will take him deep beneath the cobwebby catacombs of the community, and into a palace of one of the most esteemed luminaries of Wizard Heights.
The story gallops along at an unstoppable pace, taking many fascinating twists and turns along the way. Wonderful characters are to be found here—action, adventure, magic, and mystery too. From Goodreads.
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