Dec. 7th, 2013 | 01:25 pm
posted by: james_nicoll
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Dec. 7th, 2013 | 06:00 pm
posted by: dearauthor_com
Dust Tracks on a Road by Zora Neale Hurston. $ 1.99
From the Jacket Copy:
First published in 1942 at the height of her popularity, Dust Tracks on a Road is Zora Neale Hurston’s candid, funny, bold, and poignant autobiography, an imaginative and exuberant account of her rise from childhood poverty in the rural South to a prominent place among the leading artists and intellectuals of the Harlem Renaissance. As compelling as her acclaimed fiction, Hurston’s very personal literary self-portrait offers a revealing, often audacious glimpse into the life — public and private — of an extraordinary artist, anthropologist, chronicler, and champion of the black experience in America. Full of the wit and wisdom of a proud, spirited woman who started off low and climbed high, Dust Tracks on a Road is a rare treasure from one of literature’s most cherished voices.
The…autobiography of the late Zora Neale Hurston is “a rich and winning book by one of our few genuine, Grade A folk writers.”–New Yorker
Thursday Nights by Lisa N. Paul. $ .99
From the Jacket Copy:
Pain can leave even the strongest of people weak and hollow. But when fate brings two weak souls together, will the love they find mend the fragments that are barely holding them together, or will the weight of their past finally cause them to crumble?
Max DeLucca has spent seven years trying to forget the betrayal of his past. He lives his life from day to day never looking forward and never looking back. The walls around his heart keep anyone from getting too close and prevent him from feeling too much…until he meets her.
Her entire life, Janie Silver searched for the kind of love that wouldn’t leave her broken and more importantly, wouldn’t leave her behind. She longs for a love that can heal the wounds of her past and give her the future she knows she deserves. She thought she was looking for something that just didn’t exist…until she meets him.
Danny’s on Main is where their story begins. A neighborhood bar where strangers become friends, friends become family and some … become lovers
… it all started on Thursday Nights
That’s too bad because I like the idea of friends to lovers which is apparently the trope behind this story. Bartender falls for a frequent customer and there is a big group of friends who will be featured in future romances.
The Wishing Box by Dashka Slater. $ 1.99
From the Jacket Copy:
A sometimes funny, sometimes magical first novel, The Wishing Box explores the surprising and unintended consequences of getting what you ask for. Julia, an almost-30 single mom whose life is mostly together, lives in Oakland with her seven-year-old son. Never suspecting it will actually work, she and her sister create a wishing box and half-seriously hold a ceremony for the return of the father who abandoned them as children. Astonishingly, he comes backbut Julia’s life has already moved abruptly in a new direction, and she has taken off in much the same way her father had many years before. Julia and her unusual family are at the heart of this novel about appearances and disappearances, the desire to control the future and explain the past, and the legacies passed on from one generation to another.
He Watches Me by Cynthia Sax. $ Free.
From the Jacket Copy:
She desires to be seen. He wants to watch.Anna Sampson has a naughty secret. Every night, she slips into her neighbor’s yard and swims naked in his pool. She fantasizes that the dynamic young billionaire watches her nightly nude aquatics, his brilliant green eyes gleaming with lust.She discovers this isn’t pure fantasy. Gabriel Blaine has been watching her via his security cameras, and now that he has returned to L.A., he doesn’t plan to stop. That’s all he wants-to watch. Anna knows she shouldn’t allow him and she certainly shouldn’t want more, but she craves Blaine’s attention, needing his gaze fixed on her body.Part One of The Seen Trilogy
Dec. 7th, 2013 | 01:13 pm
posted by: 60in3 in vintage_ads
After Six is still around, but their current offerings are far more subdued.
Dec. 7th, 2013 | 12:01 pm
posted by: kris_reisz
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Dec. 7th, 2013 | 05:00 pm
posted by: dearauthor_com
Miles thought he and Itai would make a great team, despite the infidelities haunting their past. After all, Itai is smoking hot, they’re both driven entrepreneurs, and they love each other. What else did a person need? Well, a lot more, apparently, because not only are they no longer passionate, they don’t even share the same passions. Like people, affections change, but Miles wonders if a relationship this broken is truly worth repairing.
Itai’s business launch with his ex-boyfriend isn’t helping. And Miles himself has a new business to grow over a busy few weeks where Thanksgiving and Hanukkah collide to form either the best holiday season ever, or a kosher caterer’s worst nightmare. But help comes in the unexpected, ruggedly handsome form of Detective Dominic Delbene, a pickle aficionado with his own ghosts, who stakes out the deli to capture a dangerous drug dealer.
As Hanukkah’s eight days and Miles and Itai’s relationship comes to an end, Miles discovers that Nic is not only good with pickling; he’s good at everything.
Dear Ms. Amara,
At this time of the year we’re inundated with holiday stories but for the most part, those stories are about Christmas. When I see a submission for Hanukkah, I perk up and take notice. Since this is a 40,552 word count novella, I figured I had nothing to lose by giving it a shot. I’m glad I did.
Miles runs a kosher vegetarian deli, Itai is a computer wonk while Nic is a cop. Little details of their jobs and careers – much more so in the case of Miles – are a major part of the story. I love this since I believe if you’re going to give a character an interesting job, make it count and be part of the whole. There’s enough description about the scrumptious sounding food Miles serves up to have made me hungry almost the whole time I was reading this! But it’s not just the finished products here – we see Miles prepping, planning, buying, experimenting, catering … in other words doing what a working deli owner would do.
Since the story is mainly told from Miles’s POV and he know – and cares – little about computers, it makes sense that the details there would be sketchy but I appreciate the fact that Itai isn’t just a cardboard cutout computer guy. His job also plays into the story as does Nic’s background. As the reason for him to be at the deli, we need to know what’s brought Nic into Miles’s orbit and as a draw between him and Miles, his childhood working in a deli is also important. Nic’s appreciation of Miles’s food is another nice touch. Miles cooking is his passion so for someone to notice, appreciate it and care about food means a lot to him. The fact that Nic knows his way around a commercial kitchen is the cherry on Miles’s cake – and damn sexy at the same time.
I also like that these men are real. Sometimes they’re happy, sometimes they’re sad, a few times one will be pouty or feeling slightly pissy and mad at the world. But they act appropriately for the situation and act realistically.
Since it’s a novella and tells the breakup of one relationship at the same time as the beginning of another, there’s a lot to pack into the word count. I find the telling believable since there have been rumblings in the old relationship and Miles and Nic have so much in common at the start of theirs. I liked the little details that highlighted how Miles and Itai have been and are drifting apart. There’s no sudden, volcanic break but rather a slow breakdown. Meanwhile, Nic knows how to flirt and be sexy around a guy he’s interested in and it’s like watching a parched plant soak up water to see Miles respond. Nic notices how Miles likes his coffee!
For readers who want it, there’s sex. Hot and raunchy sex, slow and by rote sex – another show of how the old relationship is fizzling – and then there’s the “wanton, senseless, graphic intercourse” that Miles and Nic both want but that Miles is too honorable to engage in before officially breaking up with Itai. Miles is a stand up guy and I don’t mean that in only a sexual manner. That tells me a lot about this character and makes me pull for the two of them. They’re both keepers.
The ending might be a little dramatic but is balanced by how Miles helps breakup the crime take down going on. And then we get the full-on, dirty sex that Miles has been craving. His Hanukkah gift to Nic is fantastic as is his way of announcing it. The final resolution of the deli tells me that these two are made for each other – after all, how many people would find the smell of vinegar to be a turn on? B+
Dec. 7th, 2013 | 01:30 pm
music: Radiohead, "Idioteque"
posted by: greygirlbeast
The sun is coming and going. Mostly going. Currently, it's 39˚F, but feels like it's 31˚F. There's talk of snow by Monday. The sky today is not carnivorous. It's sort of moldy, which is not so bad. There comes the sun again, Messieurs Lennon, Harrison, and McCartney.
Yesterday, I set the novel aside, and it will need to remain set aside until after I speak with Danielle (editor) on Monday. I began a vignette for Sirenia Digest #94, "The Motel," which actually might be one of the "missing" portions of Black Helicopters. I only wrote 753 words. But it's good, dense prose. After Quinn, it feels good to be paying most of my attention to language and hardly none at all to "story." To it down and begin writing with no idea where I'm headed. It'll be a nice little vacation from Cherry Bomb.
Repost: Today we're beginning the BIG-ASS XMAS EBAY BLOWOUT. Lots of good stuff® for the whoever who has everything – except that. Please have a look. Thank you. Currently, there's an ARC of Pink Delicious, so you could be the first on your block. Also, we're relisting The Ape's Wife and Others ARC (because the nimrod who won the auction back when never paid, the deadbeat).
Last night, we watched Pacific Rim again, for Kid Night and all. What a wonderful, wonderful delight of a film. And then Iron Man III, which I liked quite a lot more than the second in the series. Though, I admit, I'd be happy to watch Robert Downey, Jr. open a can of peas.
My current film obsession seems to be John Huston's The Misfits (1961). It's one of those movies that manages to be fascinating on a frame-by-frame level, while never once letting you see the strings. I've watched it twice now since Thursday.
But now, back to "The Motel." No one will have changed the sheets.
Until That Day,
Dec. 7th, 2013 | 10:12 am
posted by: serge_lj
I just watched "Day of the Doctor". Great episode.
(And Billie Piper really looks like my baby sister-in-law.)
Dec. 7th, 2013 | 11:54 am
posted by: scottedelman
Looking back at November, it seems I had fewer dreams that month than any month I can remember. And I have no idea why.
No matter. I’m still tossing my dream tweets together here to see if they make more sense when rubbing up against each other this way.
November’s guest stars included Caroline Kennedy, Robert Silverberg, Jay Lake and the doctors and interns of Seattle Grace Hospital …
I dreamt I was about to do a reading and @jay_lake wheeled in a cot so I could tuck in with the audience as if sharing a bedtime story. 30 Nov
I dreamt I was in a hospital for tests, and my nurse handed me a needle and told me to find a vein and draw my own blood. I told her … no. 30 Nov
I dreamt I took an intensive writing course, which was great, but my teacher could only speak Spanish … and so we had some difficulties. 29 Nov
I dreamt I peered outside in search of deer, and instead saw a large lizard, at least six feet long, ambling along. Which didn’t seem odd. 27 Nov
I dreamt a woman was being attacked by a crowd in the UK, and I intervened to save her — but when I looked around after, she’d disappeared. 27 Nov
I lost one of last night’s dreams because I have no idea what my scribbled note, meant to act as a memory catalyst, means: MACY’S DREAM BOOK 23 Nov
I dreamt I bumped into David Kyle and Robert Silverberg at Worldcon. We hugged and wouldn’t let go, as if we knew it was the last time. 23 Nov
I dreamt I visited a museum in darkness, deliberately so. We we meant to touch the statues and imagine them. Only then did the lights go on. 22 Nov