Currently I'm playing 14, count'em, 14 games on Words with Friends. Is that excessive? Do I need to step back and fill my askoi with blooms and avoid becoming a quean of pandery frivolity?
Do I?
Nah. I gotta get my fixes of qi, qat, xi and smew.
Isn't smew a great word? It's a short-billed morgaenser duck. Learnt THAT one doing a crossword puzzle with Mr. Froth and I used it in a game! Do I rock?
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Infinitely imaginable
Dizzy Miss Lizzie is a Young Adult offering, brand new, fresh off the presses, ready for your reading delight.
I've been honored to be a beta reader for a friend, whom I've never met, other than cyberly throughout the last ten years or so, who has gotten his first book actually, officially, really published. He has many others in the pipeline, all of which are brimming with fabulous goodness. This particular goodie is about and I quote "Instead of putting up with sitters or camps, she can spend the summer home alone in their "new" house. Never mind that the house is a creepy old place built in the nineteenth century. The creep factor skyrockets when Kasey meets a nineteenth-century girl named Lizzie Bellows in the basement. It takes some time for Lizzie to convince Kasey she's not a ghost, though neither girl understands why they can see each other when they live 120 years apart." It's a twist on a Lizzie Borden theme crafted for today.
This guy, R.M. Clark, who is actually named Bob, but he had to have something unique and you know how that goes, has an either bottomless well or topless tower of infinitely imaginable shit. I told him I was going to blog post about his book this way. Because his mind is really weird. And each of his books, which will get published, too, is not like the next one. Although he has some series things going on there, character-wise.
They all feature some sort of odd paranormal or freaky thing, which is perfect for the age group, and all have tres interesting historical and scientific aspects that give them texture beyond the ooh-weird-stuff-let's-fly-off-into-another dimension.
Look for Good Golly Miss Molly at some point, about a twelve-year old girl who's a baseball stat expert and encounters shadow players from the Negro League...
I know some of you have, teach or know actual YOUNG ADULTS or middle schoolers or whatever you want to call them (I call them mid-twenties, now) and you might appreciate this/these for present/future reference.
I've been honored to be a beta reader for a friend, whom I've never met, other than cyberly throughout the last ten years or so, who has gotten his first book actually, officially, really published. He has many others in the pipeline, all of which are brimming with fabulous goodness. This particular goodie is about and I quote "Instead of putting up with sitters or camps, she can spend the summer home alone in their "new" house. Never mind that the house is a creepy old place built in the nineteenth century. The creep factor skyrockets when Kasey meets a nineteenth-century girl named Lizzie Bellows in the basement. It takes some time for Lizzie to convince Kasey she's not a ghost, though neither girl understands why they can see each other when they live 120 years apart." It's a twist on a Lizzie Borden theme crafted for today.
This guy, R.M. Clark, who is actually named Bob, but he had to have something unique and you know how that goes, has an either bottomless well or topless tower of infinitely imaginable shit. I told him I was going to blog post about his book this way. Because his mind is really weird. And each of his books, which will get published, too, is not like the next one. Although he has some series things going on there, character-wise.
They all feature some sort of odd paranormal or freaky thing, which is perfect for the age group, and all have tres interesting historical and scientific aspects that give them texture beyond the ooh-weird-stuff-let's-fly-off-into-another dimension.
Look for Good Golly Miss Molly at some point, about a twelve-year old girl who's a baseball stat expert and encounters shadow players from the Negro League...
I know some of you have, teach or know actual YOUNG ADULTS or middle schoolers or whatever you want to call them (I call them mid-twenties, now) and you might appreciate this/these for present/future reference.
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