<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427</id><updated>2011-09-21T10:11:36.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREATHING FIRE</title><subtitle type='html'>Emma Kinna's Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-5080947460516034809</id><published>2011-04-01T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T02:12:50.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(facepalm) Why?</title><content type='html'>So I'm in Paris right now and haven't been blogging about books (although I've read about ten since coming here, it's been really great- Shakespeare and Co, man). I might review Low Red Moon and Rosebush pretty soon, since I did read them both after buying them in the Belfast airport. (Rosebush was pretty great, and Low Red Moon isn't bad, but admittedly there were times that I asked myself "Why THIS book?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after my friend showed me THIS post-  &lt;a href="http://booksandpals.blogspot.com/2011/03/greek-seaman-jacqueline-howett.html"&gt;http://booksandpals.blogspot.com/2011/03/greek-seaman-jacqueline-howett.html&lt;/a&gt; in which a self-published author behaves VERY improperly (and I'm sure plenty of you have seen it...in fact, it's probably old news) I had to say something. I'll keep it brief-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;, please, I beseech you bloggers, do not take this woman's remarks to be the way that ALL self-published or "indie" authors feel and behave. Authors DO want fair reviews. Obviously we love to see good reviews, but FAIRNESS is what's important. This review was fair, constructive, honest, and all negative comments were justified. That's all we as authors can asked (whether self-published or not!). So please don't write off indie or self-published authors just because of one person who behaved badly. I love even the bad reviews I've gotten just because they've helped me see my writing from another perspective and also to FIX things that admittedly, needed fixing. Fair, honest reviews people. That's what's important. This lady doesn't represent the majority. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see this post, let me know what you think! Also, let me know what you thought of Low Red Moon because I know there's been some debate. I'll eventually post a review and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're interested in my Paris blog here's a link- &lt;a href="http://paris-site.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://paris-site.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-5080947460516034809?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/5080947460516034809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2011/04/facepalm-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5080947460516034809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5080947460516034809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2011/04/facepalm-why.html' title='(facepalm) Why?'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-2647022280583617243</id><published>2010-12-04T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:48:21.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crescendo!</title><content type='html'>(This review might be especially appropriate for those who have already read this book or Hush, Hush; some of my frustration may not make complete sense otherwise. If you want to skip my personal complaints and just scroll to the bottom line, be my guest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uu55yGt0iu0/TLd1v7wdsbI/AAAAAAAAFaU/8fnYI5hIx7k/s1600/Crescendo.jpg"&gt;                                          &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 475px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uu55yGt0iu0/TLd1v7wdsbI/AAAAAAAAFaU/8fnYI5hIx7k/s1600/Crescendo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great cover, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, instead of delving into my Oceanography book, I read "Crescendo" because it was staring me in the face at the library. All I could hear in my mind was "Go on, read it. It's right there. Think of all those great reviews of Hush, Hush. Think of how relaxing it'll be to read something that's NOT about picoplankton or the photic zone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed it and ended up checking it out, and MAN was it a page turner! I couldn't stop. I had to finish it before I could study for my exam. Obviously it really got to me. I wanted to know what happened, I wanted to know more about how the angel stuff worked and about the characters. Given that I hadn't read Hush, Hush I'm sure there are things that didn't quite click while I was reading, but for the most part I understood what was happening. The characters were pretty well defined, and Nora's voice especially was very strongly her own. There weren't any moments where I was like "This doesn't make sense for HER to do." I loved the exchanges between Nora and Vee, especially during their "detective" work; sometimes it almost reminded me of the antics of Lula and Stephanie from Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum novels. A lot of the imagery really struck me. There was one scene, if I'm remembering correctly, where the lights were going on and off as Nora was pursuing someone (or maybe it was vice versa). Whatever it was, I remember it working really well, helping me see it all more clearly in my mind. Some really great fight scenes. And the kissing scenes between Patch and Nora? Very hot. The last couple paragraphs of the book even threw me for a loop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe I didn't have moments where I thought Nora's actions didn't make sense for her...but there were plenty where I thought they didn't make sense. And maybe I didn't have a ton of trouble understanding the story, but I sure had some questions. My biggest question throughout the book seemed to be, "WHY can't she just ASK him?!"&lt;br /&gt;      But it was soon clear to me that Nora is incapable of truly asking anyone anything, especially not male characters. She instead has to follow them, search their houses, go through their rooms, or ask everyone else about them. Sure, it made the story more exciting and it certainly made for more suspenseful scenes, but it made it challenging for me to suspend my disbelief because before the scene even began I was thinking "What? Why does she have to follow him in her car?" or "Why is she searching his apartment?!"&lt;br /&gt;      The other part of the story that made me REALLY frustrated was her relationship with Patch, or more specifically, her confusion and distrust where he was concerned. Every time they fought, it seemed to me that a great deal of the angry words or final decisions were declared by Nora, and yet immediately after she would behave as though all of it were Patch's fault. For those of you who haven't read "Crescendo" yet, Nora breaks up with Patch not long into the book because of an inconvenience that has to do with nosy, meddling archangels who have it in for Patch (to find out why you'll just have to read the books) as well as some odd events surrounding Nora's arch-nemesis, Marcie Millar. I could certainly understand Nora's anger where Marcie and Patch were concerned; that would have bothered me to death if it were my guardian/boyfriend. But Nora almost breaks up with Patch instantly once he tells her that the archangels are watching (and why).&lt;br /&gt;     Once I got to this point in the book, I almost shut it because I was having "New Moon" deja vu. I couldn't STAND the book New Moon. I'm ashamed to admit that I skipped through almost the entire second half. (I liked the movie, though. Good fight scenes in Italy.)&lt;br /&gt;      At another point, Nora yells out that Patch is no longer to be her guardian angel, and doesn't seem to understand it when this actually becomes the case. She was so quick to be cruel to Patch at times.&lt;br /&gt;     In a way, I can understand. We all have moments where we're angry, we want to hurt feelings, and we say things we just don't mean. But he kept coming back. She almost took his protection for granted (maybe that's what you're supposed to do with guardian angel's anyway?) and she'd deliberately throw herself into dangerous situations either to SEE Patch or to show him she was okay on her own...and of course, she usually wasn't. This aspect of the book was a little reminiscent of New Moon as well, but I do think that Nora is a little more proactive as a character than Bella Swan is. Her voice was still entertaining, even when she was whining or venting out anger. I didn't skip through any huge chunks of pages with this book, which to me indicates relatively good writing (either that or I've become a more patient person). Point being, Nora Grey is a frustrating character, but not to the point where I had to slam the book shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, all the stuff with Patch bothered me. If he didn't care for Nora, why would he keep coming back? Why couldn't she figure that out? After all he did for her in the first book (er, after all I gather that he did), why would she think he'd just turn around like that? Why would he keep pressing, keep trying to tell her what was going on, etc. For a large part of the book, Nora thinks Patch has killed her father. This was a little hard to swallow, especially when they were like totally making out.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my problems with Nora and her Patch stuff all came to the surface in one scene, when Patch visits Nora in a dream and says he's been trying to tell her the truth in a place where the archangels can't see...and Nora leaves. Nora is DYING to know the truth, but she leaves because she thinks Patch is the killer. Even though she's still, of course, unbelievably attracted to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't she stay and hear what he had to say? If she's so determined to figure everything out, why not at LEAST listen to Patch's side of the story and THEN leave? What Nora does instead is frustrating as all hell. Just thinking about these parts of the book make me want to wring her neck, make me think "what a STUPID main character." But she didn't strike me as a completely stupid person....just extremely mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE BOTTOM LINE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the conundrum for me is, how did I manage to get through this book, like it, and still think the main character's teetering on the edges of ridiculous and idiotic? As annoying as Nora's odd decision-making could be, I couldn't stop reading this book, so I do care for her a little (or maybe I was looking for hot Angel sex?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about this book...sometimes I can really tell when the writer was really into scenes and having fun writing them, and when she/he wasn't so interested. I know that even in my own work, this comes through, and in that respect I have a long way to go as a writer. (Maybe this is something I notice because I write, but I doubt it.) Anyway, the point is that the great thing about Crescendo is that when you're reading it, you get the sense that Becca Fitzpatrick was having loads of fun writing the whole thing. And that just makes it an even better reading experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-2647022280583617243?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/2647022280583617243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/12/crescendo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2647022280583617243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2647022280583617243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/12/crescendo.html' title='Crescendo!'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uu55yGt0iu0/TLd1v7wdsbI/AAAAAAAAFaU/8fnYI5hIx7k/s72-c/Crescendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-3745667464929524503</id><published>2010-12-01T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:41:57.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I have a presentation I have to work on for the rest of the week, but on Saturday I'll post my review of Crescendo. Because I kind of just...picked it up...and started reading it and couldn't stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-3745667464929524503?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/3745667464929524503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/12/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/3745667464929524503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/3745667464929524503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-6499454918806384831</id><published>2010-11-28T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T16:18:42.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ivy</title><content type='html'>I made a whole big list of books to read and buy over break, but I'm going to be so very very busy in the two coming weeks that I decided to put most of them on hold.&lt;br /&gt;There is one book, though, that from the moment I opened it up at Barnes and Noble, I knew I had to read it right away. And that book is The Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMe-OnfVqgo/TCeeIG9eBCI/AAAAAAAAClw/dw29_pMgpec/s1600/The+Ivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMe-OnfVqgo/TCeeIG9eBCI/AAAAAAAAClw/dw29_pMgpec/s1600/The+Ivy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since coming to college myself, it's been my opinion that there just aren't enough YA books that are about college. I've read very few that actually take place AT college. ("Better Than Running At Night" is one book that has a college setting, though.) That's one of the many reasons I am DYING to read this book. I'm only a few pages in, but I'm already hooked. Those Harvard students don't mess around, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I'm so interested in YA books with a college setting is because the newest story that I'm working on is set on a college campus. (Set in? Set on?) There's so much you can do with a story within a college environment that it surprises me that this type of setting seems so hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's occurred to me that perhaps I'm mistaken, or looking in the wrong places, or just completely oblivious. Can you think of any great YA titles that take place in a college setting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-6499454918806384831?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/6499454918806384831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/11/ivy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6499454918806384831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6499454918806384831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/11/ivy.html' title='The Ivy'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMe-OnfVqgo/TCeeIG9eBCI/AAAAAAAAClw/dw29_pMgpec/s72-c/The+Ivy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-4411096857541765299</id><published>2010-11-25T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:26:05.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Didn't Quite Go As Planned...</title><content type='html'>...because it just so happens that my mom is a librarian. And it just so happens that once I got home, she brought home about eight YA books for me to read. And it just so happens that I started reading those instead of the ones on my list.&lt;br /&gt;But! There's still hope for Low Red Moon and The Duff, because I will be visiting Barnes and Noble this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what DID I end up reading so far? Well, only two books. And those books are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER by Karen Kincy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karenkincy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/Other-final-664x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 506px;" src="http://www.karenkincy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/Other-final-664x1024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This book was pretty awesome. I have to admit, I was excited to read it as soon as I read the back cover. If you haven't already seen this one reviewed, it takes place in a world where "Others" —that would be beings such as werewolves, vampires, animal spirits, dryads, mermaids, pookas (a type of shapeshifter which applies to our heroine), and so on— are known to exist, and some even live out in the open, though they suffer a great deal of prejudice, even from OTHER Others!&lt;br /&gt;  Before I get into any symbolism or even political stuff, here's what the story is about, in my own words:  Gwen is half-pooka as a result of a fling her mother had with a Welshman (is that even the correct term?). She can shapeshift; in fact, she MUST shapeshift relatively often or she feels discomfort, her "pooka side" acting up. She doesn't reveal her Otherness to many people (not even her boyfriend, Zach). But she does have her best friend, Chloe, who is a dryad, a sort of tree spirit, to share secrets with, and she suspects that Tavian, an attractive Japanese guy she met via the BLOGOSPHERE, might have some Otherness to him as well.&lt;br /&gt;  Who knows of Gwen's Otherness isn't so important, however, until someone begins to murder local Others of Gwen's Washington state town, Klikas...Klika..oh man, it's such a cool name, too...(looks it up) Klikamuks! Doesn't that name just remind you of the sounds your rainboots make when you walk through a puddle? Anyway, suddenly Gwen has bigger problems than worrying about how to tell her boyfriend she's a shapeshifter, because she and all of her Other friends are in danger!&lt;br /&gt;  I really enjoyed this book. I know it's not exactly a unique premise, what with all the YA authors scrambling to find the latest paranormal gimmick for their novels (myself included), but it was a fun read, and man was it quick! Even if you aren't sure you'd like this one, try it anyway because it won't take a lot of your time and it's a great ride. The characters were pretty well-developed, the dialogue was snappy yet believable. There was action, romance, mystery, paranormal-ness, danger, and politics. Yes, politics. Maybe Karen Kincy didn't purposely do this (I find that unlikely, or maybe it was just unavoidable), but the problems the Others ran into were so similar to those faced of any minority group. There was also mention of Alaskans hunting werewolves by helicopter (Palin, anyone?) and an Other-hatred based group called the White Knights (perhaps a bit like the KKK?). Not to mention the term "other" in general. As in, the way we tend to place people who are different from us in the "other" category? "Other" or maybe "exotic"? (Anybody see that post on the Story Siren?) My point is, not only was there a decent, fast-paced story that I found quite hard to put down, but there were some great messages involved. Kindness, tolerance. Okay, so you don't HAVE to read it that way, but it's in there to find if you want to. Plus it could make for a cool paper! (for those fellow college students out there)&lt;br /&gt;You can find out some more about this one here: http://www.karenkincy.com/&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure there are some much more detailed and thoughtful reviews out there in the blogosphere, too. I should probably add that I didn't always take the book as seriously as could have, probably because I have a friend who used to call her boyfriend a "pooka" or "pook."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read The Mermaid's Mirror by L.K. Madigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zICftP8hIok/S72auXFl-mI/AAAAAAAAAig/sB7wO-MN0jI/s1600/mermaid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 401px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zICftP8hIok/S72auXFl-mI/AAAAAAAAAig/sB7wO-MN0jI/s1600/mermaid.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think that this one was first and foremost, beautifully written. The style was lovely, and the way Lena, the main character's relationship with her family was developed was excellent, very strong. I read this one quickly, too, and didn't want to put it down.  The ocean imagery, the eventual mermaid village, even the descriptions of surfing lessons were kind of magical.&lt;br /&gt;But it was sad, and I'm not quite sure about the conclusion that was reached at the end.  Okay, wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT SCROLL PAST THIS PARAGRAPH TO AVOID SPOILERS***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lena's father, once a surfer and ocean-lover, can never again enter the sea. If he does, he will be ripped to pieces by sharks at the command of his former mermaid lover's own mother. So really, the purpose of this story seems to be so that Lena can discover her mermaid heritage and have her father's sea death penalty lifted upon her return to land. But in order to have this lifted, Lena must sacrifice seeing her mermaid mother, Melusina, and the merman boy she grows to love, Nix. She has to promise never to see them again or return to the mermaid village. At the end (SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER) Lena returns to land and reunites with her friends, her younger brother, stepmother and father. Finally, she and her father can surf together. I guess that, for Lena, it takes seeing her possible mermaid life and heritage to really appreciate, fully enjoy, and help her land family and life. But what about her mother?! She's just going to forget and absorb happy mermaid thoughts so that her memories don't depress her?! That really bugged me, a lot. Since I just spoiled the ending, I'm going to kind of leave the rest of the book for you to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;****OKAY NO MORE SPOILERS NOW. ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it was sort of what had to be done, but it didn't all work for me. Still, it's a very pretty story, and I think anyone who loves mermaids, the ocean, or stories of finding one's self might find enjoyment in this book. (Check out the blog Escape in a Book- pretty sure she has a deeper review of this one as well as some second opinions!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here it is: http://escapeinabook.blogspot.com/2010/11/book-review-mermaids-mirror-by-lk.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd better visit some other blogs and then go to bed before Black Friday comes!&lt;br /&gt;Happy shopping, all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-4411096857541765299?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/4411096857541765299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-didnt-quite-go-as-planned.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4411096857541765299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4411096857541765299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-didnt-quite-go-as-planned.html' title='Things Didn&apos;t Quite Go As Planned...'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zICftP8hIok/S72auXFl-mI/AAAAAAAAAig/sB7wO-MN0jI/s72-c/mermaid.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-4105715608959063775</id><published>2010-11-21T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:02:45.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books...and books....and MORE books!</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving break is rapidly approaching! And not a moment too soon, thank goodness. (I've been actively procrastinating in preparation for the occasion.) I have even made a list of books that I want to read over the break, just to have a little vacation from the usual textbooks and what not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know if the pictures will work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tKXK20LFdU/TEdtCcxBn0I/AAAAAAAABAw/fdYsi8umBHM/s1600/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 348px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tKXK20LFdU/TEdtCcxBn0I/AAAAAAAABAw/fdYsi8umBHM/s1600/pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You Wish by Mandy Hubbard..because how could I resist a book with a CUPCAKE on the cover? Also the plot sounds like so much fun! Imagine if suddenly you started to receive all of the birthday wishes you've ever made, since you were little. That's what's about to happen to the protagonist of this book. (Also, it's been sitting on my shelf since August!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.readinasinglesitting.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/annexed-dogar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 215px;" src="http://www.readinasinglesitting.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/annexed-dogar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Annexed by Sharon Dogar...the story of Anne Frank's housemate, Peter. An imaginative, heartbreaking, YA story about the Holocaust, all based on true events and the written work of a thirteen-year-old girl. Also I've heard some good stuff about Sharon Dogar. There was no way I could pass this one up at the bookstore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1271108843l/6931356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 321px;" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1271108843l/6931356.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The DUFF by Kody Keplinger- Everyone in the book blogosphere has to have heard something about this book by now. DUFF= Designated Ugly Fat Friend, and the main character of this book. Apparently though, when it comes to this girl, there's more than meets the eye. To put it bluntly, this sounds like a book...and a character...that we can all relate to. And I have not read ANY bad reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.amazon.ca/images/I/51M8jsbWSkL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 207px;" src="http://img.amazon.ca/images/I/51M8jsbWSkL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Low Red Moon by Ivy Devlin...I've read a lot of reviews about this one and the only conclusion I've reached is that I'm going to have to read it. People have said a lot of sh*t about this book, man. Others thought it was, eh, okay. And others still valiantly defend it! I must say, I'm intrigued. If I can track down a copy, I'll definitely be reading this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://booksonthenightstand.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/all-unquiet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 234px;" src="http://booksonthenightstand.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/all-unquiet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5. All Unquiet Things by Anna Jarzab...I bought this one a while back, seduced by that magnificent, unsettling cover. I started it...and something came up. (I have a serious commitment problem when it comes to reading, I think. I got halfway through Dracula a few years ago and just stopped. Same thing with Daphne Du Maurier's Rebecca. I should be ashamed!) So the goal is to finish this one. If I keep buying books and not reading them, well, that's not really fair, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my list, short and sweet, of books younger and older. There may be some changes, and if I can't find DUFF or LRM in time, well, sadly I won't be able to read them. But I will be letting you know what I think of them soon after the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot of different blogs lately, sampling and what not, and I just want to make a promise that I will never expressly say here NOT to read a specific novel. I'm an author. That would be ridiculous, counterproductive, and not fair. Everyone thinks and reads differently. One person's "ugh" is another's "OMG SO GOOD!" (I was going to make that second part "ooo" but then I thought it sounded vaguely sexual. :/ ) We all appreciate an honest, outspoken review, but I would never say anything like "Man, toss this stupid book in the trash!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be posting some of my own work up here soon too! Thanks for following.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-4105715608959063775?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/4105715608959063775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/11/booksand-booksand-more-books.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4105715608959063775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4105715608959063775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/11/booksand-booksand-more-books.html' title='Books...and books....and MORE books!'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tKXK20LFdU/TEdtCcxBn0I/AAAAAAAABAw/fdYsi8umBHM/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-5534858304199877290</id><published>2010-11-10T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:56:00.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERMAIDS!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was so sure that Angels were going to be the Next Big Thing but now it looks like Mermaids are getting their chance too! And I LOVE Mermaids! I used to want to be one.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, really, I did. I love water, and I love and respect the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you haven't already, you should check out the Bloody Bookaholic! http://bloodybookaholic.blogspot.com/ Her latest post is all about some upcoming Mermaid books, and I was so excited to see it that I just had to share.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how much I love the blogosphere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have some stuff for my new work that I might want to post in the near future. Thanks for those who've come and take a look at my blog even after my super long blogging break!&lt;br /&gt;For those who see this post, what's your favorite paranormal/supernatural/fantastic/fairy tale creature? Mermaid? Vampire? Werewolf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever be able to decide, but that's okay because there are books about all of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-5534858304199877290?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/5534858304199877290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/11/mermaids.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5534858304199877290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5534858304199877290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/11/mermaids.html' title='MERMAIDS!!!!'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-8339979527775606983</id><published>2010-11-09T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:09:40.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;Or no one. I haven't been keeping up this blog at all in the past few months, but truth be told it's a little bit of a challenge to be a college student and a YA author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be that as it may, I have two little bits of news! I'll be updating the blog once a week now, because I am working on some new stuff and I may post some pieces of it here. Also, once the weekends hit I'm going to be looking for some book reviewers (and maybe reviewing some books on here myself). I just read a really adorable, almost magical story called Austenland, by the author of Princess Academy. Also worth mentioning soon is Poison Study (which I read because I saw consistently excellent reviews across the blogosphere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other news? I'm going to Paris next semester. That will likely lead to this blog getting pushed into some dusty corner for a while. So I'll try and keep up for the next couple months as best I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I miss "being an author" a whole lot right now. It's so much fun, and through the book and the blog I've talked to some really great people and learned about some really great books. I've read more than one piece of advice on authors' websites, saying that it's a good idea to wait to write a book, that it's a good idea to live your life while you're young and write later on. And yeah, it's hard to do both and be consistent (at least, it is for me). But I wouldn't change having had this book published. It's helped me learn so much. So here I am again, for a limited time. If someone happens to take a look and wants to review my book (or know more about it, for that matter), email me or leave a comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-8339979527775606983?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/8339979527775606983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/11/news.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8339979527775606983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8339979527775606983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/11/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-7969984813855848605</id><published>2010-08-10T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T13:23:06.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(also look at this, it's funny and related to another excellent book)</title><content type='html'>http://www.karenhealey.com/2010/06/actual-fan-email-actual-response/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-7969984813855848605?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/7969984813855848605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/08/also-look-at-this-its-funny-and-related.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/7969984813855848605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/7969984813855848605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/08/also-look-at-this-its-funny-and-related.html' title='(also look at this, it&apos;s funny and related to another excellent book)'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-6931916330066020171</id><published>2010-08-10T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T13:02:37.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Bad Blogger (and a very good book!)</title><content type='html'>I've been the world's worst blogger this summer, but I had to poke my head out of my non-blogging turtle shell (did I ever mention that dialogue, not description, is my strength?) because KIRSTEN MILLER'S NEW BOOK IS OUT!&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Miller is one of my very favorite authors (and the reason I add "very" is because there are so many favorites that I have to classify them) and has just released her book "The Eternal Ones." I read an ARC that she was kind enough to send me in the winter, and I highly, highly recommend it as well as her Kiki Strike books (best read while eating Twizzler's pullnpeels). The tagline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;What if love refused to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's beautiful, isn't it? It's really a great story, about past lives, love and mystery.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that the idea of reincarnation scares me to no end. I've been pretty happy in this life, I see no reason to have another go around (especially if I come back as, say, an ant). But Kirsten Miller makes it sound so enticing, with a secret society that shows re-incarnates the way to their true selves, with a mysterious lost love guided only by broken memories. Haven goes from the South to New York to Italy and back, meeting a girl who chants a deals with snakes, avoiding mysterious men who are following her, finding out terrible secrets about her family and a man who was supposed to be helping her. She finds Iain Morrow, who's been haunting her mind with visions and dreams her entire life, and discovers that he is her reincarnated love, Ethan. Then she finds out that, in their last life, Ethan may have murdered her.&lt;br /&gt;DundunDUNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, it's good. Just read the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm going to come back to the blogosphere. I'll probably start with some reviews (I'm fighting to finish Beautiful Creatures) because reading has helped me get back into the writing groove. Then I think I'll get back to talking about my own book and what I've been writing for the past few months. Because it's all beginning to come together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for following!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these links to Kiki and The Eternal Ones. Kiki Strike's website is worth it just for the creepy noises that sound when you first enter the site, but there's also an awesome blog of strange and cool things (and of course book/character info).&lt;br /&gt;The Eternal Ones site has an excerpt and a trailer (and you've probably seen it all over the blogosphere lately!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://kikistrike.com/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theeternalones.com/index.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-6931916330066020171?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/6931916330066020171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-bad-blogger-and-very-good-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6931916330066020171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6931916330066020171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-bad-blogger-and-very-good-book.html' title='A Bad Bad Blogger (and a very good book!)'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-5611724144757696102</id><published>2010-07-19T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:50:27.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shade.</title><content type='html'>Cough cough.&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Time to blow the dust off this neglected old blog. Poor little blog, left all by itself (sob).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been gone, and I've also been lazy, so it's been a while! But, now I'm back, hurtling through the blogosphere once again! And there's nothing like a GREAT book to get things started. So before I get to my author-y stuff (translation, I have to get my followers back), I'm going to talk about Shade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHADE! The book by Jeri Smith-Ready. It was...it was just awesome. It was extremely well-written. It's funny, you'd think good writing alone would be something we could take for granted in the world of published books, but nope, you do come across a few bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;Shade was NOT a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story itself is a really fascinating concept. The main character, Aura, lives in the same universe we do (same shows, same countries and cities, same bands)...except for one thing. Everyone 16 or so and under can see ghosts, because of a Shift that happened just before Aura was born. It's so common to see the dead people, in fact, that there are government procedures meant to keep ghosts out of certain areas. Of course, the ghosts can only visit places they've visited in life...unless they turn to Shade. A Shade is a ghost who loses all control (kind of like turning over to the dark side) and can suddenly manipulate objects and people physically, and go wherever he/she wants...until the government traps it in an obsidian container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith-Ready does an AMAZING job blending her eyes into an otherwise normal world. Her writing and weaving seems effortless. That is something I'm still learning to do, and I sure do love to see it in books. By the time you're a few pages into the book, you start thinking "Oh yeah, I know everyone can see ghosts, it's because of the Shift." What's amazing is that Smith-Ready never COMPLETELY explains the Shift, and yet it's perfectly established. She has made this story so real, and also relatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aura? Well, she's with an amazing guy, Logan, who is in an Irish rock band (think Flogging Molly), and he's about to be offered a record deal as well as screw her brains out! (Ahem, sorry for the blunt language.) The problem? Logan gets too smashed to do it, and upon trying to sober up, he accidentally kills himself. I won't explain how, because YOU HAVE TO READ THE BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to fret, though. Aura can still see Logan, and so can a lot of his friends. His older siblings and parents, however, cannot, and are torn apart by his death. They plan to file a lawsuit for something like wrongful death, which means Logan's ghost must testify and Logan has to stick around a while. He visits Aura each night, and she's as in love with him as ever...for a little while. But when Aura starts moving on, she faces a unique problem: How do you break up with a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this isn't even the whole story. There is ANOTHER sexy (Scottish) guy, and confidential information about the Shift, an event shrouded in mystery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dialogue in this book was another aspect that really struck a chord with me...it flowed so naturally and realistically, as did most of the story (which you'd think would be difficult given the ghostly subject matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving so much stuff out, but I am so excited about this book. I can't wait to read her next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-5611724144757696102?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/5611724144757696102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/07/shade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5611724144757696102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5611724144757696102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/07/shade.html' title='Shade.'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-685452057112410176</id><published>2010-05-23T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:05:48.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe</title><content type='html'>Hello all! In just a couple of days I'm taking off for a big trip. I'll be writing and photographing, but blogging doesn't seem likely. I just wanted to post this so that those of you who ARE looking over my blog don't think that I have deserted it! I'll be back, and I'll have some posts ready!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just started "The Secret Life of Prince Charming" by Deb Caletti. I love discovering great authors, and I'm also looking forward to reading another book by one of my faves, Laurie R. King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those bloggers who will be reviewing my book soon! You are absolutely wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next post will either be concerning one of the afore-mentioned books, or it will be about the two main characters in "A House Afire", Phyllis and Sid. Sid wins some over, but others find him a bit too questionable. My response? Well, I'll be posting it sometime in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for following!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-685452057112410176?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/685452057112410176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/05/europe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/685452057112410176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/685452057112410176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/05/europe.html' title='Europe'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-8814407192443690909</id><published>2010-05-21T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:29:15.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Say Goodbye In Robot, The Mark, and The Six Rules of Maybe</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, the best thing to do to get back in the swing of writing is read. I didn't realize how excited I would be to come back from college and be able to just read recreationally, to read books that weren't, well, text books or ethnographies or filled with math problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I read three books, and all of them were VERY good, very inspiring. I can't say any one was better than the others, more that some things just appealed more to me, I suppose. I think my favorite was "How To Say Goodbye in Robot." "The Six Rules of Maybe" had a much happier ending, but "Robot" was offbeat and somehow completely hilarious even though it was sad and bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;"How to Say Goodbye in Robot" was about a girl dealing with a lot of changes in her life, moving to a new school yet again, and meeting someone of an even higher weirdness caliber. It was about making important friends. It was full of insightful observations and hilariously realistic high school moments and dialogue. I loved it. My favorite thing about the book, I think, was the late night radio show that the main character, Beatrice, found herself listening to before bed each night. Random characters called in to talk, and sort of formed their own little family. My favorite was Don Berman. This book is darkly funny and intelligent, and just painstakingly...real, I suppose. Real about unhappy things, like moving on. I also really love the title, which stems from Beatrice's emotional mother calling her a robot at various times when she doesn't seem to be feeling anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Mark" was the second book I read, about a girl who can see a glow around people who are about to die. It was different than I expected it to be, but still excellently written. If you just find Jen Nadol (it might be Jenn, sorry) reading the first chapter on youtube, you'll be able tell that it's a good book, and what a great idea, too. The end might seem a little hokey, but I think that's really only because of the way the rest of the story is so convincing, and a reader can so easily suspend disbelief. I really enjoyed the mystery of the book, the independence that the main character, Cassandra, learned, and I liked the way that Nadol wrote about philosophy and tied that into the way Cassandra thought about her ability. It really was great food for thought, and I'm quite sure that sequels and threequels are on the way, so that's exciting too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Six Rules of Maybe" is the book I finished this afternoon. It was really just...beautiful. There was a lot of time spent inside the main character's mind and heart, but it was never tedious or irritating. It was interesting, and some of it rang very true. The main character is Scarlet, her sister is Juliet. Juliet is older, the one who seems favored by their single mother, the perfect one. Juliet comes home unexpectedly married and pregnant, and that's when the trouble starts. Scarlet falls for Juliet's incredibly good husband, Hayden, while Juliet seems to be falling away from him, further as his baby grows inside her. Scarlet turns out to be a very caring, loving person, who has made it her responsibility to take care of everyone, but she finds out that maybe through caring for others, she's been neglecting herself. She also finds out a lot about her family. It's a long, full book, and a superb read. Parts of it had me laughing out loud for like, five minutes, just little insights Scarlet would have and little things she would say or do. There were a lot of smaller characters who made the book even better. Wacky neighbors and misguided friends, an adorable dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these books are good choices. If you're looking for a more thrilling, mysterious sort of series, go for "The Mark"; if you want something new and eccentric with some biting humor and tears thrown in here and there, go for "How to Say Goodbye in Robot"; and if you want something uplifting, a story about a family who experience some problems and come away from them even stronger and wiser, if you need that happy ending, read "The Six Rules of Maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've finished those, I think it's time for me to do some writing of my own. Before I go, though, I have to add that most of the books I read over the past week, these and the two I reviewed in my last post, were books I saw on blogs. So thanks again, book bloggers. I keep thinking "We need more good books," but then it turns out that a whole bunch of them are already out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, I mentioned "Demon Princess: Reign or Shine" in my last post, but it was incomplete- I just wanted to say that the book was fast-paced, funny, and, well, fun! I can't wait to read the next one, "Reign Check.")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-8814407192443690909?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/8814407192443690909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-to-say-goodbye-in-robot-mark-and.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8814407192443690909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8814407192443690909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-to-say-goodbye-in-robot-mark-and.html' title='How To Say Goodbye In Robot, The Mark, and The Six Rules of Maybe'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-2611715684676552866</id><published>2010-05-16T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:30:14.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More books! More book blogging! I'm back on the radar!</title><content type='html'>Goodness, I've been gone a long time. Hopefully I can coax some people back to reading my blog!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing a whole lot of author-type stuff lately, though the Book Pixie was nice enough to let Phyllis post on her blog! http://thebookpixie.blogspot.com/2010/05/character-guest-post-phyllis-house.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for a while there I was thinking that maybe Angels are becoming the new Vampire, but lately I've noticed that Mermaids are starting to make a comeback! Such cool stuff in the world of books. I think I'm going to stick with my firebreathing girl for the time being, but who knows? Anything could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually do a lot of talking about other books here, but I thought I would talk a little bit about the two latest books I've read/am reading. I just finished "Break" by Hannah Moskowitz, which I'd been wanting to read since January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good book, a quick read, and it inspired a lot of thought. There were parts where I became a little confused, though. I'M POSTING ABOUT THE END OF THE BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER ALERT AND STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T READ PAST THIS LINE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm covered now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the main character, Jonah, who's about 17 and has been on a quest to break all the bones in his body, is admitted into a mental facility, well...it seemed like that all happened really fast. I mean, don't get me wrong, it happened really fast in "Girl, Interrupted" too. But is that really all it takes? One talk with a psychiatrist and BAM, institution?&lt;br /&gt;Also, would a high school principal really take the time to find a troubled student at a hockey game? Would the staff of a mental facility really accuse a patient of hurting other patients within 1-3 days of being there? The staff of Jonah's mental institution seemed almost eager to accuse him when other patients began to follow his example; wouldn't they investigate it further before throwing him into isolated confinement with what sounded like gusto?&lt;br /&gt;That part of the book bothered me, if you can't tell. Also, this was probably implied, but I wish someone had stated outright that going outside or fresh air had gotten Jonah's brother, Will, to stop crying. Maybe I didn't read the book thoroughly enough; that DOES happen, and frequently in my case. Otherwise, I would definitely say it's a worthwhile read, and a very interesting idea. I just felt that at times it went by too quickly, like Jonah suddenly is being called crazy and then he starts to BE crazy? I had a lot of questions, and one of the questions I asked most was "Does this really make sense?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters were great, though. Jonah and his brother, Jesse, were both very interesting, and the descriptive language was excellent. I would definitely read more from Hannah Moskowitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the book I'm in the middle (well, more like the beginning) of right now. Demon Princess, Reign or Shine. The title is straight and to the point, and so far the pace is fast! I'm loving it; it's fun, smart, cute, and somehow not completely ridiculous. I'm betting it'll be a great read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so more posts will be coming. I know I made a list of future posts a while back, and all will come to fruition over this summer. Now, on to getting some readers back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-2611715684676552866?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/2611715684676552866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-books-more-book-blogging-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2611715684676552866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2611715684676552866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-books-more-book-blogging-im-back.html' title='More books! More book blogging! I&apos;m back on the radar!'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-2021709232952270177</id><published>2010-04-26T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:22:59.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out The Latest Review!</title><content type='html'>http://yaaddict.blogspot.com/2010/04/review-house-afire-by-emma-kinna.html#comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jami!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-2021709232952270177?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/2021709232952270177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/04/check-out-latest-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2021709232952270177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2021709232952270177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/04/check-out-latest-review.html' title='Check Out The Latest Review!'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-2801096625150670945</id><published>2010-04-18T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:40:08.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest.</title><content type='html'>Thank you for following everyone! I'm excited to have 41 followers. My new goal? 45.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since these next 3 weeks are my last of the semester, I don't expect to be bouncing around the blogosphere at all, unless extreme procrastination sets in. But for those lovely people that may be checking out my blog anyway, please feel free to look at some older posts! I talked more about subjects covered in the book earlier on in the blog (I plan to do more of that this summer as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to let you know that Kelsey of The Book Scout was kind enough to interview me! Her blog is beautiful, and she asked me some excellent questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://thebookscout.blogspot.com/2010/04/find-out-friday-emma-kinna.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1271630570_0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://thebookscout.blogspot.com/2010/04/find-out-friday-emma-kinna.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1271630570_0"&gt;http://thebookscout.blogspot.com/2010/04/find-out-friday-emma-kinna.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-2801096625150670945?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/2801096625150670945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/04/latest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2801096625150670945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2801096625150670945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/04/latest.html' title='The Latest.'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-4681525056636050241</id><published>2010-04-09T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:25:39.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Blog Posts I've Enjoyed (And You Might Too!)</title><content type='html'>Hooray, getting closer to my goal of 40 followers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am in college with lots of homework and planning and blah blah blah...up at 2 am...not studying or sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;Clearly time management has yet to become my most prominent skill, which, if anyone's been checking up here regularly, affects this blog as well as my book's circulation! Nooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there will be a couple reviews and interview coming up in the next few weeks. For the time being, however, I wanted to do something to keep up to date on the blogosphere. So here are links to some of my favorite recent posts from bloggers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://agoodaddiction.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-my-soapbox-author-relations.html&lt;br /&gt;A positively excellent post about book reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bloodybookaholic.blogspot.com/2010/04/bookwormiest-pins-ever.html&lt;br /&gt;Some hilarious book-related pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://presentinglenore.blogspot.com/2010/04/book-bloggers-behaving-badly-are-you-on.html&lt;br /&gt;A lovely post about book blogger etiquette (yeah, I found this through The Story Siren)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://demonicattractions.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, all of the posts on this blog seem in some way helpful to writers, which makes me love it even more! I can't pick just one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, mostly because I'm tired and have an exam on Monday. But I highly recommend these posts, whether for laughs or for learning (or both, which is the best way to go).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-4681525056636050241?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/4681525056636050241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/04/recent-blog-posts-ive-enjoyed-and-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4681525056636050241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4681525056636050241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/04/recent-blog-posts-ive-enjoyed-and-you.html' title='Recent Blog Posts I&apos;ve Enjoyed (And You Might Too!)'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-6599715652952767970</id><published>2010-04-02T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:42:04.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers.</title><content type='html'>So on Thursday night, I had my very first reading ever! Very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also kind of hilarious. Not what I read (although I'd like to hope parts of it were funny) but the event in itself. There were 3 other writers there. Two men who read poems, one woman who read a short story. I read a selection from A House Afire. The book's sort of fun and whimsical, once described as akin to a journal. The journal of a teenage girl with a weird home. So there's me, reading my silly scene full of various characters and dialogue, possibly hard to follow but obviously not very serious at all. I finished reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next writer read some poems about death. He said that when you're alive, all of your relationships with other people are like balls you're juggling in the air, and when someone close to you dies, it's akin to dropping them all. And that wasn't even in his poem, that's what he said beforehand. And the next writer read about a girl with a troubled home life and a disappearing town, and a story that won't be published. She was witty and sarcastic and talked about her heartbreaking problems with humorous detachment and sarcasm, a matter-of-fact tone. The last writer? He danced around the floor in the front of the room, reading poems about human interaction, and his intricate psychological workings and problems, describing himself as "a dangerous intersection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short they were all amazing, and deep, and it was kind of hilarious that I opened for them. I have yet to reach the deep end. So to speak. Oh dear, I hope that isn't read and taken badly.&lt;br /&gt;But it made me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;To be a writer, do you have to be deep? Are all writers sad and complicated with bitter senses of humor and alcohol problems? I joke about that (not old enough to try out the alcoholic thing just yet) all the time. But do you have to have a tortured soul to be a writer? A tragic past?&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that all artists of all types are very self-focused, but honestly, that seems to lately be a human trait. What are the traits you need to be a writer? Will pain make you a better writer? Can imagination alone suffice without experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been a terrible writer and blogger in the last few weeks and must apologize PROFUSELY to those bloggers waiting for interview answers that I've been stumbling over and book copies to review. Just got those today, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you followers! I don't know who's still taking a look at this blog but my next stop is the Saturday Network and then perhaps more zooming around the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry if this post reflects how tired I am!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-6599715652952767970?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/6599715652952767970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/04/writers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6599715652952767970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6599715652952767970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/04/writers.html' title='Writers.'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-2097213839145087823</id><published>2010-03-22T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:49:38.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book on Sale</title><content type='html'>A House Afire will be 7.99 on publishamerica.com for the next two days if anyone's interested (otherwise, it's ridiculously expensive!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-2097213839145087823?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/2097213839145087823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-on-sale.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2097213839145087823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2097213839145087823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-on-sale.html' title='Book on Sale'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-4125475732994869706</id><published>2010-03-21T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:18:41.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Review!</title><content type='html'>Hi all! Just wanted to let you know that Anna from Anna's Book Blog was nice enough to review my book on her blog!&lt;br /&gt;See the review here:&lt;br /&gt;http://annavivian.blogspot.com/2010/03/reviewgiveaway-house-afire.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to announce all the reviews of the book here on the blog, so that people can look and maybe get a better idea of the story than I can give.&lt;br /&gt;Anna is also doing a giveaway of the book because she's clearly awesome. Thanks Anna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-4125475732994869706?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/4125475732994869706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4125475732994869706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4125475732994869706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-review.html' title='New Review!'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-2477867090284378314</id><published>2010-03-20T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:06:08.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blogosphere</title><content type='html'>This is what I love about the book-blogosphere. If you really need something, and you reach out for it, you're bound to get help. I've seen teenage girls (sorry, but sadly I've barely come across any male book bloggers...I think I've seen two) doing incredible things for authors and books! There are so many great ideas...I'm so impressed! I know I shouldn't be surprised, but I seem to keep forgetting how incredible the teenage crowd can be. Maybe it's because I'm on my way out?&lt;br /&gt;Turning twenty WAS a little weird, and I was kind of sad that I wouldn't be able to call myself a teenager anymore. I know what I'm going to be asking every YA author I ever meet- how do write a convincing teenager?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think it's not that hard. Everyone's different, it's not like teenage essence can be boxed or programmed. But we've all seen movies or read books where writers have gotten it ridiculously wrong, and that's the last thing I'd ever want to do. This is another reason that it's comforting to know that the book-blogosphere is there. And hell, so is the regular blogosphere. Blogs have been a big help to me these past few months, and even though I'll probably be annoyingly busy as this semester ends, I'm going to try and keep my blog going relatively steadily. We'll see what happens. Just wanted to thank everyone, especially my two new followers. :) 36! Hooray! New goal? 40. It'll take a while, and it'll make me do more (and hopefully, better) PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that whether we should be labeling books as YA or not has been up for debate, but honestly? I love that there's a YA section, even though which books go where can be hard to determine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, future posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reading on April first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid, the male interest in my book whose character is up for debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully more reviews! I might be reviewing a couple of books myself, just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more excerpts, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything you'd like to see on the blog, let me know. My experience as an author thus far is a tad different from most, given my age and the nature of the publisher, but I'd love to help anyone and share anything I can. And if you want to know more about the book, or you just want to talk about YA stuff, leave me a comment and I'll get in touch with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bloggers! Thanks followers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-2477867090284378314?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/2477867090284378314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/blogosphere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2477867090284378314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2477867090284378314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/blogosphere.html' title='The Blogosphere'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-8907828004748536696</id><published>2010-03-16T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:03:09.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For bloggers:</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to steal buttons from bloggers left and write to throw onto the side of my blog, but for reasons that I presume have to do with my slowly moving internet, they don't seem to work properly. They show up in awkward places, they don't show at all, I can't move them on the layout settings page, etc. So I think I'm going to give it some time and perhaps wait until I'm in a place with better internet to add more blog-buttons.&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks for following Jami! You have brought me closer to my goal of 35 followers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-8907828004748536696?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/8907828004748536696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-bloggers.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8907828004748536696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8907828004748536696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-bloggers.html' title='For bloggers:'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-9145247126365764138</id><published>2010-03-14T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:07:28.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog News!</title><content type='html'>It's time for me to get back on the blog-wagon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a fun-looking word. I've distanced myself from the blogosphere in the last two months and now it's time to come back for a bit! Here is my big news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking part in a reading at The River's End Bookstore in Oswego on April first! It should be interesting, it'll be my first ever (and no, I haven't decided which excerpt I'm going to read yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book has had FOUR reviews on some great YA book blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are some things in the book that I'm going to have to answer for and explain, and I plan on doing so HERE, but that will likely be after more people read the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a blogger, and you've taken a look at a review or the description on the side of the blog, well, feel free to leave a comment or contact me some other way if you're interested in talking about the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on my networking within the next few days, there should be more news on the way. Meanwhile, my new goal is 35 followers. Whoa. It's a little crazy, but if I work hard I just might be able to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for following!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-9145247126365764138?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/9145247126365764138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/9145247126365764138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/9145247126365764138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-news.html' title='Blog News!'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-6713693991538850220</id><published>2010-03-04T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:41:56.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE reviews!</title><content type='html'>http://katiesbookblog-katie.blogspot.com/2010/02/house-afire-by-emma-kinna.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another review! Thanks Katie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-6713693991538850220?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/6713693991538850220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-reviews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6713693991538850220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6713693991538850220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-reviews.html' title='MORE reviews!'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-5672438530329894</id><published>2010-03-04T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:23:58.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Review!</title><content type='html'>Amy Jacobs of "My Overstuffed Bookshelf" was also nice enough to review my book!&lt;br /&gt;http://myoverstuffedbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/house-afire-by-emma-kinna.html&lt;br /&gt;Take a look! :)&lt;br /&gt;More posts in the future, I promise. March 12, perhaps? See you there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for following everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-5672438530329894?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/5672438530329894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5672438530329894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5672438530329894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-review.html' title='Another Review!'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-8202853819069639090</id><published>2010-02-28T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:13:29.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review</title><content type='html'>I am sorry to report that in the last two weeks I have been a very bad, bad blogger, and plan to get back into the swing when I have some time off in a week or so. But, I just wanted to mention that Eleni of lafemmereaders has been nice enough to review my book and post it on her blog! Take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Eleni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lafemmereaders.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-review-house-afire-by-emma-kinna.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-8202853819069639090?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/8202853819069639090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/02/review.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8202853819069639090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8202853819069639090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/02/review.html' title='Review'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-6451643197224652826</id><published>2010-02-16T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:47:18.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book News!</title><content type='html'>So, Nikki from ahauntofancientpeace.blogspot.com was kind enough to read my book, review it, AND post a contest and interview with me. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the review...&lt;br /&gt;It's not a good review. Cough, well, it's kind of a terrible review. But I encourage you to read it, because honestly? This book isn't for everyone; I suppose no book is. Nikki described it as more like a journal, and she's right. It's more like you're living with Phyllis for a year. Thus far readers have either really liked that, or just didn't care for it, and well, that's how most books work, isn't it? One of the things about Nikki's critique that I liked was that she cited examples from the book- that's going to help me out immensely. Thanks Nikki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, of course, that Ouch! after reading a bad review. But all things considered, it's good for me, and it's helpful- it'll help me improve my writing. I appreciate that, perhaps more than anything. So go take a look. Maybe it'll make you curious, or maybe it'll help you to decide that this is NOT the book for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, yeah, Phyllis and Sid's relationship? A little sketchy. I plan on addressing this in a future post- despite his flaws Sid is one of my favorite people to write. But he's not the best guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for following, Book Crazy Jenn! New goal is 33 followers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-6451643197224652826?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/6451643197224652826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-nikki-from-ahauntofancientpeace.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6451643197224652826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6451643197224652826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-nikki-from-ahauntofancientpeace.html' title='Book News!'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-4959286057493566431</id><published>2010-02-11T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:24:42.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Excerpt: Fifteen in Blue</title><content type='html'>Without further ado, here is the next excerpt I am considering. Forgive me if it is long and full of typos- as I said, these are originals.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for following, Stacie! New goal is 32 followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quincy must’ve come back,” I told Johnny. I went to Aunt Chasey’s room, where there was a better view of the front of the house and the end of the driveway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Ohhhh boy, said the voice exasperatedly inside my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Oh boy! I retorted enthusiastically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    There was Sid, going into the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    I didn’t rush. I checked myself out in the mirror and walked down the stairs, just in time to hear cries of, “Sid!” “Sid, you’re back!” “We’ve missed you!” “How nice that you’ve come!” from the Aunts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Hi Kippie, hi Chase,” was pretty much all he could say as they smothered him in hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Who’s this?” Abe had been sitting on the couch. He was sizing Sid up intently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    I inferred that Quincy had met Abe after Sid left. I told Johnny this telepathically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Johnny jumped out of my arms and headed for the kitchen. Food over Phyllis, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Hi Sid,” I greeted him from across the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Hey Philly.” Sid pointed to me. “Happy birthday.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Thanks!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Abe, this is Dominick Siddons, better known as Sid,” Kippie introduced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Good to know you, Sid,” Abe said, flirting. “My name is Abe, I’m Quincy’s best friend.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Really? Nice to meet you. Where’s Quince?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “He went out to run some errands,” said Aunt Chasey. He was buying me a “surprise” ice cream cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “I see.” Sid held up a bag. “I don’t know if you’ll like these, Philly, but I thought of you when I saw them.” He handed me two wrapped objects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Thank you Sid.” I looked to the Aunts. “I’m opening these.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Fine fine, it’s your birthday,” Aunt Chasey said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    The first present was a candle. It was made of black and red wax entwined beautifully. It came in a small black holder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “I love it,” I murmured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Light it,” said Sid and Abe in unison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    I grinned and blew a flame onto the candle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Wow,” said Aunt Kippie. “That’s gorgeous.” She took it and placed it on a table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    The other gift was a poster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Johnny Depp! Thank you!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Sid smiled. “I remembered the cat.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    I smiled back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “How nice of you Sid!” exclaimed Aunt Chasey. “But you must have felt awfully strange purchasing it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Sid chuckled. “It’s all right. I don’t make a very convincing gay man.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Abe sighed. “You’re straight. Of course.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Suddenly the front door opened and in staggered Sarah. She looked at us all and blinked her eyes. Her hair was green and black, her face was worn and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “H-hi,” she said. She stared blankly at Sid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Sid, this is Sarah,” Aunt Chasey informed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “I’m Sid,” said Sid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Hi. Um..I’m just gonna’ go to my room for a little whi..a little while.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “It’s Phyllis’s birthday,” Abe told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Oh really? Happy birthday Phyllis. Trust me, it just gets worse.” Sarah wandered to the back staircase and went upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Intriguing woman,” Abe said sarcastically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “She came to us a month or so ago,” Aunt Chasey told Sid. “I do wish I could help her.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “She’s beyond all help, I’m afraid,”Aunt Kippie remarked sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Why’s that?” asked Sid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “The poor girl’s on drugs, she’s sleeping around, she’s drinking. She doesn’t want to be helped.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “She was in a gang,” I added. “She told me she’s a knife fighter.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Her rent’s always on time though,” said Aunt Chasey, adding a happier note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Sid half-smiled and it was glorious. “Where’s she from?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “California,” said Aunt Chasey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “New York,” said Aunt Kippie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Hoo boy,” said Abe. “And you’re sure she hasn’t stolen anything yet?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Abraham!” Aunt Chasey scolded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;“I’m just saying.” Abe looked out the window. “Where the hell is Quincy? Can’t he find a damned ice cream cake?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Abraham!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Abe flinched. “Sorry Phyllis.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Don’t worry Abe, I already knew.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “No use keeping secrets from this one,” Abe told the Aunts, gesturing to me with his thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Oh, by the way. I need to discuss my options with you two,” said Sid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Options?” asked Aunt Chasey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “For...every month.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Well, if you can remember how much the rent was before, I’m sure that’ll be fine,” she assured him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Aunt Kippie gave her a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    An understanding expression came across Aunt Chasey’s face. “Oh, yes, let’s go into the kitchen and discuss that.” She looked to Abe and I. “Why don’t you two stay in here and wait for Quincy to get back with that cake?” She smiled, and the three of them went into the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “That was odd,” I told Abe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Abe nodded. “Are you sure you want that poster of Johnny Depp?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    The basement door opened, and out stepped Bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Hi-ya Phyllis! Abe.” He sat next to me on the couch, and swung an arm around my shoulder. In a second, I could tell he’d been watching a Jack Nicholson movie, or at least a Christian Slater one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “How’s the birthday girl?” he asked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “I’m all right Bill...how ‘bout you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Lookin’ forward to some cake. Where the hell’s Quincy?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “That’s what we wanna’ know!” Abe said, annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “If he doesn’t get here soon, things are going to get pretty ugly.” Bill cracked his knuckles. “Yep, I might need to get out the old axe.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    If Bill could’ve been slightly saner about who he really was, he could’ve been an actor. He didn’t often change his appearance unless it was a very small change like a hat or something...but somehow he always made it perfectly clear who he was. Aunt Kippie had described Bill’s condition (although she was no psychiatrist) as a “way to escape the real world and his true self.” Whoever that was. I would never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Let’s move on to another, better-looking subject — Sid. It had looked to me as though he and the Aunts were all keeping some big secret. No matter, I decided. The Aunts told me everything, what I wanted to know and what I didn’t want to know. They’d tell me after he left, if not while he was here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    The door opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Surprise! Quincy is home!” yelled Quincy, carrying the cakebox. Butch was behind him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Abe got up. “Thank God. Holy crap Butch! Your eyebrows are blue.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “No shit sherlock.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Shut up you guys! Kippie and Chasey hate cussing. You know that!” exclaimed Quincy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Sorry,” they both said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “But why are his eyebrows blue?!” demanded Abe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Butch beamed. “I had myself a creative awakening.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Quincy shook his head. “Some people paint. Butchie dyes his eyebrows.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Abe raised a normally colored eyebrow and stared at Butch for a second. Then he shrugged. “If you like it, then I like it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “I love it!” Butch looked at me. “What about you, Phyllis?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Oh Butch, you know I’ve been saying all along that you should dye those things blue.” I did my best Quincy voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Butch and Abe laughed. Quincy smirked. “Very funny Phyllis.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “So does Sid know Butch?” I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Butch is my man! Of course he knows Sid. Why?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “He’s here,” said Abe. “Why did you not tell me about this man? He’s HOT.”    “Sadly, he’s also straight,” Quincy sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “He could be converted,” Abe insisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Hey, if I can’t convert him then nobody can,” Butch let them know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “He used to date Anna,” said Quincy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Sergeant Anna? The opera singer?” Abe winced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Dat be the one mon.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Never mind.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Hence the ‘used to.’ They couldn’t handle each other.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Ahem. Nice eyebrows Butch.” Sid emerged from the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Homigod, Sid Siddons!” Butch rushed up and hugged Sid, who looked a bit disturbed, then relaxed. “You’re back! I can’t believe it!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Yeah, I’ll be moving back in in a little while. I’m glad to see you’re still pals with Quince. How long have you had those eyebrows?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Since yesterday, actually.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “You should do your eyebrows blue, Sid,” I told him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    He bounced his eyebrows at me. “You think so?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    My mind almost totally wiped out. “No,” I murmured, shaking my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    “Hot pink might look nice,” Bill spoke up. “Now let’s open up that cake!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-4959286057493566431?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/4959286057493566431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/02/next-excerpt-fifteen-in-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4959286057493566431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4959286057493566431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/02/next-excerpt-fifteen-in-blue.html' title='Next Excerpt: Fifteen in Blue'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-1634246725838930299</id><published>2010-02-09T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:35:30.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;I have been strangely busy, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it does give me far less time for bloggin'. Anyway, the next excerpt will be up within the next few days after some careful consideration. Thanks to those who commented on the first one, and thanks Alyssa and Ina Box for following!&lt;br /&gt;New goal: 30 followers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-1634246725838930299?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/1634246725838930299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-all-i-have-been-strangely-busy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/1634246725838930299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/1634246725838930299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-all-i-have-been-strangely-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-8880719275624593690</id><published>2010-02-02T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:43:42.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookstore Reading Excerpts: Prologue</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! Thanks for taking a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the off-chance that a couple people are checking up on my blog, I just want to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   THE RELEASE OF "A HOUSE AFIRE" HAS BEGUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd post a picture of the book, but oh look, there already are a few! There is even a TRAILER if you decide to scroll down and check 'er out. There should be some interesting things to come in the next few weeks- good and bad reviews (possibly just bad, but there's no such thing as bad publicity right?), interviews, and guest posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I am a small-time author starting out and also a full-time student, I can only do so much to promote the book at this time. I've been trying to use the internet as&lt;br /&gt;my main vehicle of word-spreading, and I have some ideas to try and keep this blog going for those who read while my posts become a little less frequent. My news right now is rather limited, but what IS exciting is that I may be doing my first reading in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part of the book am I going to read, you ask? How does one make that selection? What kind of scene draws attention, and how do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good questions. Here's what I'm going to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other human being, I could use a little helpful input. I'm going to post ORIGINAL EXCERPTS from the book here each week for you to read, or videos of me reading certain parts, and based on your reactions and comments, I'll choose which excerpt to read aloud. Which means, pretty much, that you'll be deciding what I read for my very first reading EVER as a published author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, keeping this part of the post short— for your consideration, here is the original (=there may be errors) prologue to "A House Afire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The Party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Jeremy Heron was my good friend Janelle’s boyfriend. I would like to state for the record that he’d never said a kind word to me in my life. He always whispered nasty things to his friends when I walked by them in the hallway at school. He’d openly called me all kinds of names when I turned around and looked at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    So what was I supposed to do?  I wasn’t a big strong person physically, I couldn’t intimidate him. I’d been brought up to be kind to each and every person I met. It was discouraging. What had I done to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    And it wasn’t as if I could burn him, breathe out flames during class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    But the party was different. It was just kids in the backyard, in the pool, in the house. Janelle’s older sister was the “adult” present. I wouldn’t have gone, shouldn’t have gone, but Janelle had told me she was going to have a fire, and she was the only friend I had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I was alone at the party, mostly. I hung out with Cassie and Janelle until Jeremy and Trevor showed up. Then Janelle put on music and she and Jeremy started dancing, along with Cassie, Trevor and everyone else at the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Jeremy stopped after a few songs. “Hey Phyllis,” he said. I saw him glance at Trevor, like hey, check this out. “Hey Phyllis, you wanna’ dance?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Nope, I’m good.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “C’mon Phyllis, you’re the only one who’s not dancing. Don’t you want to dance with me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Well, when you put it that way, no,” I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Hey,” Janelle had said to Jeremy, “you’re here to dance with me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Yeah, but Phyllis is all alone,” Jeremy told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Let’s go in the pool!” Cassie had shouted. Everyone had cheered at that, and we headed out. A couple of the girls and I played catch with a beach ball in the deep end, while everyone else played Marco Polo in the shallow end. Janelle’s sister brought out pizzas and soda, along with generic party snacks— chips, cookies, a punch bowl, and everything went quite well compared to my usual social experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Until they built the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    We all sat around it, in the backyard. A bunch of kids went back in the pool and some others went inside to dance. That left me and a few others by the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Look at all the colors,” said one of the girls sitting across from me. Her glance flickered to something behind me. I ignored it, stupidly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Yeah,” I said, “I love fire.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    And right after the words left my mouth, my head was doused in cold, red liquid. No, not blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Jeremy and Trevor had dumped the punch bowl over my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Everyone burst out laughing. Okay, so there were only five people who saw, but that didn’t make it any less humiliating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I ran and jumped into the pool with my clothes on. I didn’t care, it was just a T-shirt and shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Janelle came out of the house as I came out of the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Phyllis, you’re all wet!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Yeah, don’t worry, I’m just gonna’ go sit by the fire and dry off.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Okay.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I went and sat by the fire. I was alone. There were a couple of guys kicking a ball around and two girls in the pool, but otherwise, everyone had gone back inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    After a while I saw Jeremy come out. I looked at him, then at the fire, and, very quickly, I inhaled the fire. The whole thing, leaving behind just the pile of wood. The heat felt good in my lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I stood up. Jeremy was flirting with the girls in the pool. They got out and left him to cover it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Janelle sent you out to cover the pool?” I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    He ignored me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Now, that was just rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Hey Germs, look out.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I don’t know if he looked at me then or not, but either way, I blew the fire I’d inhaled at him with all the heat, smoke, and force I could. It must’ve looked like an explosion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    He screamed, flying backward to the other side of the pool. I breathed it back in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I heard one of the guys on the other side of the yard say, “What the hell?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    But I didn’t care. I walked around the pool, down to Jeremy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Are you listening now, Jeremy?” I said angrily. “I want you to leave me the fuck alone. Forever. Because I don’t think you deserve to live.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    He looked at me. I loved the look on his face. I had never scared anyone before. I hoped he was in shock. Sadly I had somehow managed not to burn him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Do you understand?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    He nodded, got up and walked away. Quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    After that I’d called my Aunts to take me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-8880719275624593690?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/8880719275624593690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/02/bookstore-reading-excerpts-prologue.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8880719275624593690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8880719275624593690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/02/bookstore-reading-excerpts-prologue.html' title='Bookstore Reading Excerpts: Prologue'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-5550077137501786519</id><published>2010-01-25T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:02:45.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Profanity, Obscenity, and General Indecorum</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention that there are readers who may be offended by the language in this book, and so this is what I'm addressing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of different characters in this story, and while two of them in particular are very set AGAINST using curse words (in fact, I don't think the Aunts even like to say 'Oh my God'), a few of them use certain expletives casually. Most of these are in contexts such as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis confronts a bully, saying "..leave me the fuck alone." Yeah, it's harsh, but it's generally what people of the bullying demographic understand the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy says "Oh shit, I'm late for work!" Quincy habitually uses expletives this way, as do many, EXCEPT for when he's around the Aunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid says "It's damn hard not to screw up in front of a crowd." Sid swears once in a while (Phyllis and Sid even discuss it later on) for emphasis, generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "fuck" appears several times in the book, and is generally used in anger or frustration (and a couple times by characters who are supposed to be "bad guys").  I completely understand being offended by expletives, and feeling that such language is "inappropriate." But the truth is, swearing's become a part of American culture. You can't sit through most movies without hearing swear words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if my book were a movie, it would be RATED R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ask, how then can it be appropriate for something who is under 17?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. If you've ever been to a public (or Catholic) high school, you've probably heard countless swear words, in halls, in buses, at lunch tables. And that's also where some of the swearing takes place in this book. Phyllis's friend Key swears an awful lot, and so do the jocks in the jock scene. In high school, you're going to hear about other people having sex, you're going to hear people being called horrible names; you're going to hear CURSE WORDS. It's apparently become a part of the human condition. No, it's not necessary. But it's true. And ESPECIALLY in portraying life in a high school, I was concerned with portraying the TRUTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is guys call other guys faggots. Whore and slut are thrown around. Girls call each other bitches. And the F-Bomb is used in every possible way. The weirdest one is "ass." A lot of people like adding "ass" to the ends of adjectives. "A little-ass kid," "a pretty-ass girl" and such. It's true. In some parts of life (and high school, and town) you're going to hear curse words on a regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Phyllis's house isn't supposed to be like that. Phyllis's Aunts are religious, they're pretty morally tight, I'd say. Phyllis isn't allowed swear- so when something goes wrong in her mind, she does it there. Not a lot, but it does happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other instances where heavy cussing occurs are arguments. Anna the Opera Singer and Sid get into a couple of big fights, and even the Aunts can't get them to tone it down. These are two characters with volatile, uncontrollable tempers, and oftentimes when one is very angry and has little time to compose oneself, swear words are the quickest, easiest way to make one's point. In the heat of an argument people say things they regret, and may even do it using expletives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a person who goes around swearing. I don't walk out of the house in the morning and yell out "FUCK" as soon as I see someone. But I acknowledge that some people swear heavily, that there are particular uses and times for particular words, and that sometimes, things just fly out. None of the main characters of my book's family are supposed to be trashy or utterly offensive (not in this book anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also acknowledge that there are those who find that sort of language to be inappropriate and classless. And, sure, sometimes it is. But it's a part of life, especially for most high school students. My little brother started hearing swear words on the bus in fifth grade. My younger friends assure me that they hear all kinds of bad words in school, whether they're in high school or junior high. And I did, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my apologies to those who are offended by the language in the book, but it used only for purposes of personification, amusement, emphasis...you get the idea. I urge readers (and this is not only in the case of my book) NOT to let language that you disapprove of get in the way of reading or hearing a good story. There are plenty of classics that are chockfull of expletives, and plenty of best-sellers and appreciated works that include them as well. Certainly the way I use them in my book are not always the most intelligent, and it's completely up to reader discretion to decide whether or not to read books and to reason why. I don't read certain books for little to no reason at all, sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on this subject-&lt;br /&gt;There are also discussions of what some may consider "inappropriate" subjects, such as homosexuality, drugs (in the context of a renter who needs to be kicked out), sexuality, and loss of virginity. All of which, also, you're going to hear about in a public high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, this book is RATED R for language and discussion of mature subjects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and don't think that I think there has to be swearing in books. A good book is a good book, swearing or no swearing. That is my stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news, check out Amber Skye the Reading Addict's blog! She was kind enough to interview me and post it there!&lt;br /&gt;http://addicted2reading4evr.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, soon I'll be posting a follow-up for "The Eternal Ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for following, Emma! New goal is 28!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-5550077137501786519?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/5550077137501786519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/profanity-obscenity-and-general.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5550077137501786519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5550077137501786519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/profanity-obscenity-and-general.html' title='Profanity, Obscenity, and General Indecorum'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-5572448159457871518</id><published>2010-01-25T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:40:23.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buncha Stuff</title><content type='html'>Thank you Lindsay for becoming my nineteenth follower! New goal: 20.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. THERE'S a big number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has come to my attention that not everyone may be comfortable reading certain parts of this book. I'll be posting a little "rated R" disclaimer tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-5572448159457871518?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/5572448159457871518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/buncha-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5572448159457871518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5572448159457871518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/buncha-stuff.html' title='Buncha Stuff'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-7258010555709155810</id><published>2010-01-24T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:20:17.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview, and The Eternal Ones</title><content type='html'>I thought it might be time for another post, and I wanted to mention that Amber Skye, the Reading Addict, has been nice enough to do an interview with me. Here's a link to her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://addicted2reading4evr.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview will be posted pretty soon within the week. Thanks Amber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the post, I'm going to stop talking about my book and me, because the book I'm reading right now is far too amazing to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Eternal Ones" by Kirsten Miller, one of my favorite authors, arrived in the mail a few weeks ago, but I didn't start it until this evening. I couldn't stop reading. I finally did, once I'd finished Part One, because otherwise I just would have been up all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is about Haven Moore, a 17-year-old who lives in the god-fearing town of Snope City, Tennessee. Haven's had visions of her past life since she can remember, and while her late father embraced her visions, her grandmother believes that Haven is being possessed by a demon. So Haven's been trying to ignore them and stave them off for most of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven and her best friend, Beau, are already outcasts of the town when Haven sees a familiar face on TV that brings her past life memories back full-force. As time goes on Haven realizes she can't leave her past behind, and though the town is beginning to turn against her, she is drawn further and further into her memories. Finally, Haven knows she must leave in order to find Ethan, her past love. After a confrontation with Beau and with the citizens of Snope City turned against her, Haven boards a train to New York. She does this in hopes to find the secret society that might be able to help her, and the man who may or may not be her soul mate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's as far as I've gotten, but let me tell you, this book will draw you in. The pace is excellent and the story is gripping. The book will be released in August, and I highly recommend it (along with Miller's Kiki Strike series).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-7258010555709155810?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/7258010555709155810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/interview-and-eternal-ones.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/7258010555709155810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/7258010555709155810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/interview-and-eternal-ones.html' title='Interview, and The Eternal Ones'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-5280745032899713819</id><published>2010-01-21T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:47:17.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAILER</title><content type='html'>Hey, I made a teeny tiny trailer that's hard to read and very short and doesn't say a whole lot. But, it is a book trailer nonetheless! Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-791ebf613aeb3dc2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D791ebf613aeb3dc2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330162223%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D720C95176D6D4B59B8DBC989393725C3B5D48C71.7873B64464DEE8CF0BE1771F5CF5525863B7E556%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D791ebf613aeb3dc2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjN102v2eLPHpBAvVO3FPHhxmMIg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D791ebf613aeb3dc2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330162223%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D720C95176D6D4B59B8DBC989393725C3B5D48C71.7873B64464DEE8CF0BE1771F5CF5525863B7E556%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D791ebf613aeb3dc2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjN102v2eLPHpBAvVO3FPHhxmMIg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to post this video, I can send it to you. I doubt the one on youtube still has its audio track by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Addict Amber Skye was awesome enough to post the trailer and the book on her blog, http://addicted2reading4evr.blogspot.com/. Thanks Amber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you DL, you are my eighteenth follower! New goal: nineteen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-5280745032899713819?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/5280745032899713819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/trailer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5280745032899713819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5280745032899713819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/trailer.html' title='TRAILER'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-4640799154567430943</id><published>2010-01-21T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:54:14.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quincy and Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S1kEmO74U4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/9eSD4NCWz0E/s1600-h/Photo+85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S1kEmO74U4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/9eSD4NCWz0E/s320/Photo+85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429375880662635394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S1kEf9uWKfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2ecc8w7vo7Y/s1600-h/Photo+86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S1kEf9uWKfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2ecc8w7vo7Y/s320/Photo+86.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429375772963252722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no artist, but I found these in a sketchbook from a couple of years ago. They're drawings of Quincy Herman Smith and Taylor Venchak. Quincy is gay and one of Phyllis's best friends in the house, and Taylor is Phyllis's best friend, whom she meets just before starting high school. They're not like, good drawings, they're pretty cartoon-y, but they might give you an idea of what's in my head when I'm writing them. Except, apparently Taylor has no skin? I'm thinking I just didn't have time to color her in. Trust me, in my mind she looks a lot different...and has skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as features go, though, Quincy's pretty spot on. I always picture him in red and gold for some reason, and he has just enough thick, dark hair for a little ponytail. His facial hair might be a bit neater than it is in this drawing, though.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and both of his eyes are probably the same size...facial features are more proportional...etc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-4640799154567430943?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/4640799154567430943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/quincy-and-taylor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4640799154567430943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4640799154567430943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/quincy-and-taylor.html' title='Quincy and Taylor'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S1kEmO74U4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/9eSD4NCWz0E/s72-c/Photo+85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-1629157836801406456</id><published>2010-01-21T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:25:03.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I figure it's time to write a new post, but I want to start this one by saying that I AM A DEBUT YA AUTHOR, and FEEL FREE TO CONSIDER MY NOVEL if you are taking part in The Story Siren's awesome debut author challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty soon, I head back to college. This winter break has been a little like one really super long weekend. I spent most of it sleeping, driving, seeing people, and on the internet. It was quite fun, actually. &lt;br /&gt;One might think that heading back to college may actually cut into my blogging and emailing time, but if we're totally honest here, if I'm anything like I've always ever been, ever, then homework is going to end up taking the backseat. Who knows, maybe I'll suddenly change into an organized, efficient student instead of one who scrambles at the last minute. &lt;br /&gt;I think not, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the one thing I will NOT be able to do at school is mail out more books, to bloggers or otherwise. So after this Saturday there will be no more books mailed out until March 15th. Unless I go to Santiago, but the future of that trip is looking bleak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I'm planning to do in the blog's near future:&lt;br /&gt;-start posting discussion questions&lt;br /&gt;-start posting amazon/goodreads links&lt;br /&gt;-start posting links to reviews on other blogs&lt;br /&gt;-maybe some book reviews of my own&lt;br /&gt;-more discussions and excerpts about the book&lt;br /&gt;-character profiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some for the distant future:&lt;br /&gt;-deleted scenes&lt;br /&gt;-new ideas&lt;br /&gt;-upcoming work&lt;br /&gt;-trailer (still working on ideas for that one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to make a trailer, but I probably won't be able to really brainstorm and do it until summer. Unless I have something REALLY important to study for and need to procrastinate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really enjoyed blogging thus far, especially some of the great blogs I've come across. I really appreciate the bloggers who are taking the time to read my book and review it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking my next post is going to be about Sid. I'm not sure how people are going to feel about him, but that's the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Judy! You're Fourteen! Newest goal: fifteen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-1629157836801406456?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/1629157836801406456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-figure-its-time-to-write-new-post-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/1629157836801406456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/1629157836801406456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-figure-its-time-to-write-new-post-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-1628870128113155484</id><published>2010-01-18T16:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:47:35.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debut Author Challenge: My Book</title><content type='html'>I'm well-aware that this is quite tacky of me, but I think I've mentioned that I'm willing to go quite far to get word out about this book.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen The Story Siren's 2010 Debut Author challenge, on her blog and several others, and I would like to make it known that I'm willing to try and get copies of my book out to readers who want to try out my book for this challenge. (I've also said so in a couple of blog comments.)&lt;br /&gt;So on the off-chance that someone comes to this blog looking to find out about the book, read the description, leave a comment and we'll talk.&lt;br /&gt;And excuse my terrible business etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you cynthial11, you are my thirteenth follower! Newest goal is fourteen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-1628870128113155484?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/1628870128113155484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/debut-author-challenge-my-book.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/1628870128113155484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/1628870128113155484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/debut-author-challenge-my-book.html' title='Debut Author Challenge: My Book'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-5244664354905606907</id><published>2010-01-18T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:42:09.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Discussions and Books</title><content type='html'>The director of my local library was nice enough to meet with me and offer some advice.&lt;br /&gt;Among her many helpful suggestions was that I make some reading discussion questions for the book, so I think I'm going to try and come up with some before I go back to school. Goodness, but that's soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably post the questions or at least a link to them on the side of the blog, and on the book's Facebook fanpage. I'm looking forward to making these, because I think that people can find a TON to talk about when it comes to this book. Whether you like it or hate it, you'll be able to find something to rant about. There are controversial subjects, there's a whole lot about high school, about stereotypes, movies, books. Well, there's really only one scene that goes into books, but it's a fun scene. It's between Phyllis, the main character, and her best friend, Taylor. Phyllis isn't a big reader; she's far more musical (which I wish I could be). But Taylor LOVES to read. One wall of her bedroom is a bookshelf. She'll read anything. In fact, maybe she should have a book blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Taylor will read anything, she won't buy just any book. Because, first of all, who has the money for that? Secondly, there are rules that apply. Time for an excerpt! (At this rate, I'm going to just end up posting the whole book.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Jesse played his music loud (nothing wrong with that) so that we had to yell to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Can we go to the bookstore first?” Taylor shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Which one?” Jesse yelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “The bigger one!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Barnes and Nobles!” Key told him loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “There’s only one Noble! It’s Barnes and Noble!” Taylor screeched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Whatever!” Key yelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “She’s right though,” Jesse told her. He had to tell her twice, practically shrieking the second time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “So can we go there?” Taylor demanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Yes!” Jesse shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Thank you!” Taylor screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    So, upon arrival, the four of us headed straight for Barnes and Noble. Jesse and Key went to look at CDs and DVDs. Taylor and I wandered about aimlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Looking over the books, I didn’t spy anything tempting. I usually get books at the library or for Christmas, a habit started long ago when I was saving money for a keyboard. Now I was saving for a car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    First I just had to learn to drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Unlike me, Taylor was a book addict, and had something to say about every book she saw. She picked one off a shelf. “Phyllis, this author calls himself F. Paul Wilson. What do you think his friends call him. F? or F. Paul?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “F. Paul, time for dinner!" I giggled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “I wonder what the F. stands for.” Taylor put the book back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “You know,” she said, “there are certain books I can’t buy. It’s not that the books are bad; some of them are probably really good. I’m just a bigot.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I raised an eyebrow. “Bigot?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “About books.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “I thought you’d read anything.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Oh I would. I just don’t buy anything.” She looked around and pointed to a book on a bestseller table. It looked like one of those action/romance/murder type deals. “Look at this author. She’s the reason I can’t buy her book.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “She looks like your mom.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Yes she does. And my mom would never—” Taylor scanned the book info “—never ever write a book like this.” She replaced the book, looked around for another. “And this one,” she said after she’d read the back. “This one is about a girl, narrated by a girl. But a man wrote it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Doesn’t Stephen King do that? And Harry Potter?” God forgive me, but I’d never read a Stephen King or Harry Potter book. I don’t have enough patience and energy for all the pages. And I’ve decided my life is weird enough as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “They’re different.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “How’s that?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Stephen King switches.” She grinned. “And my mother abhors him. I just bought his books in the first place to piss her off.” She held up a defensive hand. “But I do read them. And Harry Potter is too good to apply stupid rules to.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I pulled out a Janet Evanovich book. “What about her?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Her main character’s hilarious. But I get pissed because she eats donuts and cake all throughout the books, and she’s still being...sought after by guys.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “She probably works out.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “It never says she does.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Well I don’t tell everyone whenever I go for a walk or eat something less fattening than usual, but I still do.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Taylor snorted. “If you got fat it’d probably just go to your chest.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “You’re lucky I don’t say anything bad about you skinny people.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    She laughed. Taylor and I understood each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Taylor didn’t buy any books in the end, but Jesse got another loud CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can get pretty discriminant when I'm looking for books to buy, which doesn't make much sense. I should be willing to try anything. I can't really describe what it is that draws me to books. New books, that is. If I see a new book by a favorite author, I'll buy it, of course. I'm dying to read Tangled by Carolyn Mackler, because I love her books. I have such a long list of books I already have to read, though! I can't imagine being a full-time book reviewer, I read far too slowly and lazily and I'm completely unorganized. I've been reading the same book all winter, with others in between. I guess I have trouble focusing. You might be able to tell from the direction of some of these posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but for those who are interested, I've been reading a book called "The Beekeeper's Apprentice." It's a new take on Sherlock Holmes- he's older, retired, and takes on a brand new sidekick. Her name is Mary Russell, and she's his match for brains and biting wit. She finds him when she's 15 and almost trips over him in a field. Great book. I keep reading and from case to case it just keeps getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That book has reading discussion questions in the back (as do many others) so perhaps I'll look to them for guidelines when forming my own.  I'm not sure if I want mine to be quite like others, though. I want some that'll cause huge arguments and scientific debates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably start working on them tonight, and I'll post them for consideration as I think of them. I'm thinking I'll go for 10-15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thank you to my new followers! Like I said before, I'll work on getting you guys some company! My new goal is ten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-5244664354905606907?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/5244664354905606907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/reading-discussions-and-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5244664354905606907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5244664354905606907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/reading-discussions-and-books.html' title='Reading Discussions and Books'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-8309330726095529853</id><published>2010-01-16T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:42:25.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People/Books/Shiver</title><content type='html'>I read a little more of Shiver at the library, and I have to say, I've decided I don't have a big problem with Grace just yet. I only got a little over 100 pages in, but I haven't gotten to a point where I've started thinking anything about the character implies misogyny. She hasn't gotten on my nerves either- I like her attitude towards a lot of things, she isn't as passive as I was expecting (though I sometimes wish she would take her parents and shake them, I know I want to). In fact, she's pretty good at taking charge. And she's funny!&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm going to have to actually finish the book before I can make my final decision, but she isn't getting on my nerves (and neither is Sam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, or actually, this morning, as I was falling asleep, I started assembling a list of things I like and don't like in books and characters and significant others. I know, it's a little odd for me to be thinking about all of those things at the same time, but given the circumstances it made sense. All I've been doing for the last two weeks (and I am so grateful!) is talking about books and seeing my family and friends. And, just as we all know what we like and don't like in books and movies, even pieces of art, we have to know what we like and dislike in people, or we could go horribly wrong in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lists sometimes overlap, too, but I'm not going to go into some sort of heavy description of that because I don't want to put implications about my life in here. But there are a few things I CAN say. I LOVE funny people- my friends are generally the people who can make me laugh. Lo and behold, I love funny books! And I try to write funny scenes as well.&lt;br /&gt;What I have noticed is that it can be really hard for me to find books that really make me laugh, so when I do, I remember them. For instance, last year I read "The Breakup Bible" by Melissa Kantor, and I can still remember how much it made me laugh, even though parts of it were really serious. Good book, that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of this? What does it have to do with "Shiver"? Well, Grace seems like someone I could be friends with. She doesn't seem like she looks at her peers with the same sort of condescension that I get from the Twilight books. Also, at some point maybe I'll make my pro/con book list an entry in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-8309330726095529853?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/8309330726095529853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/peoplebooksshiver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8309330726095529853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8309330726095529853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/peoplebooksshiver.html' title='People/Books/Shiver'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-676366609975713129</id><published>2010-01-16T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:41:25.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Library</title><content type='html'>Today I get to journey to the library to visit the mom and to deliver a copy of my book to my friend Mahogany, who's going to READ my book. Mahogany became a good friend when I got her to talk about Twilight in this documentary trailer I made when I was a film major (shakes head). Anyway, she did a good job, very strong opinions on that one. Even as a big fan of the books she was able to criticize them (mostly Bella...) and so I'm hoping that she'll be able to do that for my book. Er...sort of. I think she'll be able to tell me where I went terribly wrong (aside from typos) and it won't be a quite as much of a punch in the gut coming from her.&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've only gotten small criticisms, and I haven't spoken extensively with all of those who have read the book. The ones I got from my mom were more personal, being uncomfortable reading about premarital sex when I'VE written it, the use of certain names, etc. One friend of mine thought that Sid was a little too sketchy times, which, honestly, was kind of what I intended. Yeah I know, in some ways I'm no better, but Sid isn't a misogynist! He is, well, blunt, and he isn't afraid to invade comfort zones. He doesn't hit on Phyllis, but he hints at things, and he's quite a tease. What a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, he's a great listener, a good advisor, and he clearly cares deeply about Phyllis and her family. So, we'll see where that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sid can be dissected in another post. My friend also thought that Quincy was too encouraging of Phyllis's feelings for Sid, but I had kind of intended that to be jokingly, the way he approached the Sid-topic all the time. Let me see if I can find an excerpt...hm hm hm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's a rather long-ish one from the earlier part of the book, that's Sid who's speaking first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  “I don’t say things that aren’t true, Philly.” He paused. “Well, not when I can help it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Quincy entered then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Sid! Phyllis!” He sat in the middle between Sid and me. “Did you have a good birthday?” he asked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Lovely,” I replied. “What’d you come out here for?” I tried to sound curious rather than angry because he’d spoiled my moment with Sid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Quincy leaned over, his cheek almost touching mine, and squinting, pointed at Sid. “That man, right there. I figured I’d try proposing one more time before I lost hope.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Very funny Quince. What’s up?” Sid asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Quincy got down on his knees. “Sid Siddons, will you marry me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Sid threw up his hands in a helpless gesture. “Where’s the ring?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “The ring! Aw shit,” said Quincy, standing up and running a hand through his thick black hair. “Abe is quite taken with you, Mr. Man.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Where’d he come from?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “I dated him for like a week. We decided to be friends.” Quincy shook his head. “Now he and Butch are in love, but neither one’ll admit it. What’re you gonna’ do?” He gave Sid a look. “It’s almost as frustrating as you and Anna were.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Sid held up a hand. “Stop it Quince. Worst relationship of my life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Quincy’s eyebrows shot up. “Your whole life?!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Sid considered. “Well...maybe there was one who was worse.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “I should think so!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “What happened to Anna? I mean, with Anna?” I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Nothing Philly, it was just a mistake on my part.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Quincy raised an eyebrow at Sid. “Have you had anybody since then?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Yeah.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “I mean a serious relationship, Sid.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “No.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “You gotta’ open up your heart, Sid. You’ll never find your girl until you look for her.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Sid looked at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Dr. Quincy,” I told him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Phyllis is single if you wanna’ make your move.” Quincy winked at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Sid bounced his eyebrows. “Maybe I will.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I just smiled. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement and looked through the glass door to into the house. Aunt Kippie was looking at Quincy and pointing to Sid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Oh, Sid, what I came to say was, the Aunts need a word,” Quincy told Sid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Quincy makes a few remarks like the "Phyllis is single" one, and I intend them all as jokes between friends. The other thing about Phyllis is that, while she hasn't had a father, she's grown up with older men as her sort of brothers and friends, so she's pretty comfortable talking to them about both their issues and hers. True, the men in her "family" are different than traditional brothers and father figures...you know, crazy, gay, a lawyer...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll get far worse criticism than what I've heard thus far, and I'm sure some of it will have to do with the controversial behavior of certain characters, so I'm trying to prepare myself for it. I was on a Book Blogs discussion about reviewers who don't post negative reviews, and I would never want someone to refrain from reviewing my book because they didn't like it (unless it was so bad they stopped reading it). I mean, great if you love/like the book, that's pretty awesome and thanks. But if you say you like the book when you really DON'T, or say NOTHING when you really hated it, then I would just feel cheated! Negative reviews are a matter of opinion, true, and authors are not required to agree, but hearing about what may be wrong with your book can help improve your writing in future pieces. And in my case, especially these days, there is always room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from giving my book to Mahogany, I want to see if the library processed my book yet (so far they're the only place where I know I'm guaranteed to get shelved, oy) and if they got Hush Hush, and I need to tell them to order all these books I've been reading about while floating through the blogosphere. I'm absolutely DYING to read "After," I think it's called, and now I can't even remember the author...Amy Efaw, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to return a few books...oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Zombie Girrrl (I hope I put enough "r"s in there) for becoming my seventh follower! In fact thank you all for following, hopefully once a few bloggers review the book you guys can have some company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-676366609975713129?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/676366609975713129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/676366609975713129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/676366609975713129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/library.html' title='The Library'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-8857362157017419895</id><published>2010-01-15T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:53:24.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Up</title><content type='html'>I told my mom, the librarian, about the reviews of Shiver and about the more and more frequent appearances of weak female characters. As per usual, the woman made a very good point, saying that she didn't consider them weak characters. Why?&lt;br /&gt;She said she couldn't think of a young girl who can take care of herself, and pretty much everyone around her, as weak. Also, she said, in both cases (Grace and Bella) it was a girl who was used to taking care of everyone else finally finding someone who cared for and wanted to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, good point. I can understand that. I like that my mother and inbedwithbooks have looked at these characters from a sort of psychological perspective and explained them to me. It's fun to talk about characters in depth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-8857362157017419895?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/8857362157017419895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/follow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8857362157017419895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8857362157017419895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/follow-up.html' title='Follow Up'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-3687332624486517507</id><published>2010-01-15T00:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:19:05.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misogyny in YA books?</title><content type='html'>Newest goal: 7 followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hurdling through the blogosphere as I often do late at night (er, early in the morning) I came across the review of "Shiver" on inbedwithbooks (I better put her in my blogtastic list). Anyway, I never finished Shiver, not because it was a bad book but because I'm a weird sort of non-committal reader at times, perhaps because I've never had to return my library books on time. Also, a lot of the time when I read, I stop because I'm like "I shouldn't be reading! I should be WRITING so that other people can be READING MY stuff" which is kind of silly, because reading helps writing SO MUCH. Cough, anyway. Inbedwithbooks made me want to finish Shiver with it's very smart in-depth open review, mainly of Grace's psychological motivations and their effect on the story and on her actions.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that the review was not only a mere review but a RESPONSE to The Rejectionist's very angry review of Shiver. I had never seen Rejectionist's blog before so this was, I thought, an excellent opportunity to both find out more about Shiver AND see a cool new-to-me blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reading The Rejectionist's review, which made a large number of excellent points just as inbedwithbooks did, I encountered an argument I've been encountering since Twilight magically got popular. (Look, they're not bad books, but I still say Stephenie Meyer made some sort of deal with the devil to warrant their crazy success! CRAZY SUCCESS!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I hope this blog doesn't become popular enough for me to get angry people taking "deal with the devil" seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY-&lt;br /&gt;This argument is that in these popular YA novels of paranormal romance, particularly Twilight and now, Shiver, we are manufacturing a sort of newly acceptable form of misogyny. Girl will do anything to be able to devote her life and BEING to a man- what makes it acceptable and I guess, intriguing (?) is that the MAN in question is some sort of supernatural hunk. Which of course, must make the situation much different than in real life, mustn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that well, we're probably not actually going to find a large number of supernatural hunks out there. Come on. If immortals and shapeshifters and blood-drinkers were really so stupid and careless as to let their existence become known to so many damn teenage girls, we wouldn't only see them in works of fiction. Obviously, they're much more discrete. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella annoyed the hell out of me in the Twilight books, but somehow I still had to read them. In fact, so did Edward and Jacob. I'm enjoying the movie version of Jacob quite a bit though, I have to say...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give TOO much thought to Bella being annoyingly willing to make all kinds of crazy sacrifices for Edward and COMPLETELY breaking down when he leaves just after reading the books, and so on and so forth. I also thought it was highly amusing when several whiny male friends complained to me that they couldn't get girls because all the girls wanted Edward Cullen, and were "waiting for my Edward" (apparently one of them put it that way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, upon my initial readings I had a much bigger problem with the men of the books.&lt;br /&gt;Edward was more tolerable to me in Eclipse and Breaking Dawn, but in New Moon I couldn't STAND him. He seemed like such an idiot! I skipped most of the ending, I admit. But come on! Right away he assumed that Bella was dead, he didn't GO to Forks to investigate. Just like stupid effing ROMEO (I can't stand him either) he is so eager to commit suicide that he runs off to do it right away! And then, when Poor Bella RUSHES to Italy to save the stupid guy, he doesn't back off because he thinks he must be dead too, and in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to punch him in the face. I would have said "Bella, why didn't you just let him DIE?" but they already say stuff like that WAY too much in those books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to admit though, that the fact that we all feel so strongly about these books (whether in a good or bad way) means something. I'm just not sure what. Good writing, perhaps? Who knows? Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand what books like Shiver and Twilight are aiming for. True love is but the noblest of pursuits...or whatever, right? And with inbedwithbooks' very apt explanation and review, it becomes easy to see why Grace from Shiver would be so quick to devote herself to the one person who seems to give a shit about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But The Rejectionist has a very good and frightening point. People are flocking to these books that depict seemingly weak-willed women who will do anything for one certain man. Women who are utterly devastated and ruined without their "love"s. And yes, breaking up sucks, and sometimes it's rough to be alone, especially with the emphasis of importance our culture already puts on having a boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse. But we should stop gathering around the message that women live for men. There are all kinds of bad connotations behind that statement. It's FINE for a woman to be able to cook (Bella cooks for her father, Grace cooks for her family)! In fact, I wish I possessed the skill myself.&lt;br /&gt;Though I do make pretty good French Toast.&lt;br /&gt;But there are so many little tidbits that add up with characters like these two. Bella has to be protected by pretty much EVERYONE, not just because she's a fish-out-of-water mortal with the Cullen family, but because she's already accident prone! Accident prone and in need of men to take care of her when she falls down or cuts herself or crashes some vehicle or whatever. Bella needs to make herself perfect and invincible (i.e. a vamp) to be able to hold onto her true love forever.&lt;br /&gt;Things like that just rub me the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;It's a little more tolerable in Grace's case, I suppose, because Sam is the only person who's ever really taken a real interest in her, out of her friends and parents. With Bella I felt there was a lot more condescension between her and her peers. But again, the thing about these two young women is that these GUYS are what MOTIVATES them. When they actually go out and do exciting things, it has to do with their men. Bella's practically made into a martyr of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;Women shouldn't always have to change for men (and vice versa, to be fair), whether it's into a vampire, or a housewife, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my thoughts are flying out of my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'm just getting tired of wimpy heroines who need to be rescued by larger-than-life male heroes who make the women constantly think "How did I land this guy? He's so perfect!" I don't need to keep reading about frail (BELLA) little princess girls who just want to be rescued. I'm glad Stephenie Meyer made Bella scholarly and smart, but I'm not a fan of what use she put it to. I was annoyed at "Need" as well, which started out in a completely intriguing and eery tone and turned out to be another tale about a teenage girl in paranormal peril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the poor men! I understand that sometimes teenage guys seem inadequate, if this attraction to these books has anything to do with that. But come on. Edward's FREEZING, for Christ sake's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I don't know. I started my book in middle school, and honestly? The first motivation I had was to create a character who could be much stronger than myself. I wanted to write a story about someone who could exact revenge upon those people who are just mean for no good reason. When you're a kid that's one of the things you notice, I guess. I saw people get made fun of for looking different, I saw people get alienated for no good reason. And once, some girl tried to start a fight with me because of the way I was facing in my chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to read/write about strong people, and I like to read about bad people getting what they deserve. Because in all honesty, that doesn't happen often enough in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we're going to use YA books to set the female gender back a few years in progress, I'm not going to be a part of it. I think all people should get their just desserts, but not that women should always be rescued appropriately and men should always be in the rescuing business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given all this, I'm looking forward to see what nits are picked out of my book when/if certain people read it. Maybe these writers had no idea what kind of characters they were creating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-3687332624486517507?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/3687332624486517507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/misogyny-in-ya-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/3687332624486517507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/3687332624486517507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/misogyny-in-ya-books.html' title='Misogyny in YA books?'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-452233934012258389</id><published>2010-01-14T13:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:03:28.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Productivity</title><content type='html'>Despite being holed up in my pajamas for most of the week, I'm feeling rather productive today. My books were mailed out to most of the bloggers I contacted, and I sent in my long, LONG list of typos. Now I just have to hope that they agree to fix them all. (prays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slightly nervous about the reviews of my book- I mean, who wouldn't be? But I figure at least ONE blogger has to like it, and either way it might get some people to take a look at the book (or my blog). I'm also looking for bloggers who do a cover feature. The cover of my book isn't amazing, but it's interesting-looking, and obviously if more people see the cover more people will know the book exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that surprised me was that, while I was looking for typos, I started actually READING the book and realizing how much I feel for all the characters. I hope they don't all sound like me, heh. Or maybe I'm going to start sounding like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is a fervent Diana Gabaldon fan (though from what I hear this last book was a bit disappointing) and every once in a while I hear her ask, "If I love the characters in that book, does that mean I'm in love with Diana Gabaldon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think so. But it's hard to say, isn't it? How much of an author actually GOES into each character? Creating a person, whether physically or mentally, is quite a task (obviously if you're doing it physically it's a much more challenging endeavor).&lt;br /&gt;Is Edward Cullen really just a warped version of Stephenie Meyer? What about Patch from Hush, Hush (which I still need to read)? Is he really just Becca Fiztpatrick? Did I spell her name correctly? Were all the Austen men based on Jane Austen's lovers? Even for a writer, it's hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;In my case, I wouldn't suggest that I'm anything like Sid, but that Sid is more like someone that I'd like to meet. That's how I generally think of characters, as people that I am finding and getting to know, or people that I want in my life. Sometimes they come out as a weird mixture of people I already know, but for the most part nobody's based on or mimicking one specific real person.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my mom's in love with Diana Gabaldon. But who knows? Maybe half the nation is really just in love with Stephenie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;That's a little creepy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-452233934012258389?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/452233934012258389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/productivity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/452233934012258389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/452233934012258389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/productivity.html' title='Productivity'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-8338260415320627462</id><published>2010-01-12T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:39:34.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Trailers (and sandwich)</title><content type='html'>I kind of want to write a post on the sandwich I just made, because it was AMAZING. Also, I know that there are bloggers who are up late at night and crave just this sort of thing after long hours of surfing and writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT this blog is not about food! I was reading a review over on The Book Butterfly, (which I now follow along with a zillion other book blogs that I love) and have decided that along with Hush, Hush, Beautiful Creatures, and The Eternal Ones (though I have to confess that The Eternal Ones is first on my list- she's my favorite author, I can't help it) I must also read The Mark. Better circle January 19th on my calendar...&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the blurb and the author interview, there was a video. I assumed it was a trailer, but it turned out to be a reading of the first chapter. This turned out to be just as tantalizing, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched trailers for Bliss by Lauren Myracle (another favorite of mine), Kiki Strike, a book I think was called Dream Life by Lauren Mechling (I'm so sorry if I messed up the title or author), Love, Stargirl, Nineteen Minutes (which has a WAY better ending than My Sister's Keeper, in my opinion), and definitely a few more that I just can't remember at the moment. They were all done a bit differently, and I suppose each one worked for each book (though I haven't read the one by Lauren Mechling). So now I'm trying to decide what type of trailer would work for MY book.&lt;br /&gt;"A House Afire" would probably not make a great movie, but if I had actors and you know, special effects, talent in film-making, etc, I could envision a pretty cool trailer for the story.&lt;br /&gt;It would start with the basic description of the Sorin house, and Phyllis and Sid and what not.&lt;br /&gt;Sid would probably be introduced by this scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key hugged him, then me, and while she did, she whispered, “There’s&lt;br /&gt;an incredibly hunky fellow standing by the door staring at you, Phyllis.”&lt;br /&gt;“Dark hair?” I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;“Yuh-huh.”&lt;br /&gt;“Leather jacket?” I whispered hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;“Yuh-huh.”&lt;br /&gt;“Looks like he might be able to hear us?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, actually. He kinda’ looks like he’s trying not to smile.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s Sid.” My face—my entire being, truthfully—lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'd maybe be a part of the jock scene, just because I enjoy that scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then it would end with stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butch: "Hey Sparky."&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: "This girl's so hot she breathes fire!"&lt;br /&gt;(Phyllis sitting across from him rolls her eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Then there'd be a shot of her actually breathing fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: "Sid's got some wolf to him, I guess you'd say."&lt;br /&gt;(shot of Sid as a wolf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid in earlier scene: "I'm too old for you, Philly."&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis in later scene: "No, you're immortal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little corny, but it would be visually attention-grabbing if it worked out the way it does in my mind. Who knows? Now if it were like a movie trailer, we'd have to get a shot of Phyllis kissing either Sid or Eric, a shot of her breathing fire AT someone, and some of the silly Quincy banter. And there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what I really can do, my options are limited. I think I might do something more like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://vimeo.com/7993012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Miller sent me this link. This is the trailer for Lauren Mechling's book. It's simple, but somehow enticing to me. Plus it seems like a much more plausible way to make a trailer, and it would be fun to pick out a good song for it.&lt;br /&gt;The other idea I might use is just doing a reading the way Jen Nadol did for The Mark. It wouldn't be the prologue or first chapter, though. My book's set up in kind of an odd order, so it would really just be a random excerpt. I suppose we'll see, but I'm continuing to search for ideas until I settle on something. So far I have a whole list of songs for it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also fixing typos now, and I have a whole bunch, heh. Nothing worse than "Claud Rains" though, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;Wheat bread, smart balance, miracle whip, sprouts, turkey, cheese, tomato, hummus.&lt;br /&gt;Just trust me, it was SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Now, time for more editing! The sooner I get this done, the sooner I can get more books, the sooner I can talk to more bloggers, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-8338260415320627462?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/8338260415320627462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-trailers-and-sandwich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8338260415320627462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8338260415320627462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-trailers-and-sandwich.html' title='Book Trailers (and sandwich)'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-6805522260726005455</id><published>2010-01-12T18:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:43:15.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini entry on Words</title><content type='html'>I think I've mentioned before how I like to make up words? Well, I managed to find one of those in my book. I'm debating leaving it in there, I kind of really like this one and it SOUNDS real.&lt;br /&gt;I think I might leave it. This is a tough decision. Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-6805522260726005455?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/6805522260726005455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/mini-entry-on-words.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6805522260726005455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6805522260726005455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/mini-entry-on-words.html' title='mini entry on Words'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-9158178870971491790</id><published>2010-01-12T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:18:12.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS</title><content type='html'>So, I really should be looking through my book for typos (or like, totally sleeping) because I got in touch with my publishers about them. But somehow it seems I was mainly concerned about Claude Rains' name. It's hard for me to read the book. When I don't like it, I wonder if it's only because I wrote it, and when I DO like it, I wonder if it's only because I wrote it. It DOES make me happy though, when I'm scrolling/flipping/skimming pages and a random line draws my attention; at least then I know that this is the sort of line that would draw my attention anyway, which means that, hopefully, it'll draw the attention of a few others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, apparently every Barnes and Noble store is a little bit different than the next, which means I get to bother them all, one by one. Mwahahahaha!! My next step? To ask everyone I possibly can to go to local bookstores and libraries and ask about the book. I might give them a recommendation of what book to buy, too. I stopped by Barnes and Noble today and decided that I'd better take a look at Hush, Hush. All I hear about Hush, Hush is that it's amazing, sexy, thrilling...you get the picture. Sadly, I am but a poor student, so rather than purchase the book, I settled down and read the first 2 1/2 chapters. Then I told my mom to order it for the library. I have to ask her to order Beautiful Creatures as well, because that looks like one I need to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I've trailed away from my own book and started talking about others. It's nice to be able to read things I really WANT to read rather than what's REQUIRED, and so I'm trying to take advantage of this while I can. Plus, if I'm reading other things while I'm looking over my OWN book, it helps me stay in the mindset of a reader rather than an author— though, of course, the two can often be interchangeable. I just have to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night (er, this morning) I finished Lips Touch 3 Times, and my goodness was it beautiful. Such a gorgeous read, heartbreakingly lovely and filled with savory words. I'm generally not a fantasy girl, but this sort of gothic poetic storytelling was irresistible. I highly recommend the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...my biggest news? Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Miller (author of the amazing Kiki Strike series) was kind enough to send me an ARC of her newest book, "The Eternal Ones"! I can't wait to get into this story, and though it isn't this blog's intended purpose I fully intend to post a big exciting review. Because there's nothing like a good storyteller with a good book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-9158178870971491790?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/9158178870971491790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/books-books-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/9158178870971491790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/9158178870971491790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/books-books-books.html' title='BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-991956526898345233</id><published>2010-01-10T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:53:41.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admitted Discrimination...Against Jocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, again, I feel that I should address something a reader has pointed out to me (cough my mother cough). There is a scene mid-book, I'd say, in which some jocks are making fun of Mary, one of Phyllis's friends. Mary is going through what might be a little more than just a goth phase. I guess it's kind of a "Mean Girls" moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Phyllis watches the scene unfold— the jocks' teasing and Mary's revenge— she describes the jock in question as Mike or Harry or Bobby and so on, giving him different names each time. This is because Phyllis tends to see jocks as a very generic brand of person. Yes, I know that being a jock isn't a bad thing, not by any means, but in all honesty, there is most certainly one very specific section of jocks. We've all seen them, whether we've been friends with them or harassed by them. They call each other "fags" if one does something the other doesn't like. They can be hilarious, and even nice, but more often than not they just act...well..stupid. Again, it is admittedly a stereotype, but that doesn't mean these guys are non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other important thing about this scene is that, well, the jocks are being just plain mean. They're being jerks to a girl just because she looks different. This is off-putting in general but ESPECIALLY off-putting to Phyllis, who knows well what it's like to be shunned, talked about, or made fun of by classmates (read the Prologue). In elementary and middle school she had a rough time socially. Partially because of her age, and partially for, well, no reason at all. Alienation in school is a tough issue to deal with but it's something people should be aware of. And kids like the ones in this scene contribute to it. Luckily for Phyllis, by high school she has come into herself a bit more, learned to stand her ground, and she also has a nice strong foundation of friends. This isn't the case for everyone, however. Some people spend high school searching for who they are, and as they try on different identities, as Mary seems to be doing, they're scorned for it. Luckily, in THIS story, people who are mean for stupid reasons generally get their come-uppants. (Uppents? Uppence? Uppance?) Not always, of course, but generally. Most of my characters tend not to let things go. Especially Anna, but she's for talking about another time. Anyway, I just wanted to address the scene. Everyone's high school experience is different and I'm sure that if Phyllis had joined a different sort of clique her view on the incident would have been a little nicer. In retrospect, it's really not the MEANEST thing to do. She just didn't know the dude's name. And Mary's revenge on the jocks really wasn't quite so bad, either. Just...appropriate, using their own prejudices against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough. Plus this scene is something I would have LOVED to see happen in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you'll just have to read it to see what I'm talking about. Here, I'll even be nice and post an excerpt!&lt;br /&gt;Caution: There are expletives used. Also I just found another spelling error...heh, adds intrigue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she was, coming out of a lunch line with a tray. I never bought lunch. It was usually disgusting if the school had made it. If I bought anything, it was from a vending machine. Aunt Chasey made my lunch and enjoyed concocting little snacks, like big marshmallows with peanut butter scooped inside and french bread with homemade garlic butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    We all looked on as Mary came toward us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Suddenly something whooshed past Mary’s head. She whirled around to see that it had come from the jock table. Some kid named Kyle or Richie or Mike. I couldn’t keep all those damned jocks straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    They threw food all the time, but in most cases it was to the neighboring table where Max, the school genius, sat, or another jock table. Never at us, we had never bothered them, we didn’t know them, and everyone knew that Key was cool. Plus, just a few months ago Mary had been a pretty, peppy preppy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Apparently though, Mary now had a different attraction. And they obviously didn’t know just who she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Mary turned back around after glaring at Ted or Steve or Ryan, and kept walking. When the second chicken nugget hit Mary’s long, thickly braided and dreaded hair, she turned on her heel and walked right up to the jock table, quickly ducking as someone else pelted a french fry at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Oooh she’s mad.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “You’re gonna’ get it, man.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “What are you gonna’ do, bitch?” the boy sitting next to Jeremy/Greg/Jake yelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    She grabbed Jeff or Aaron or Mike’s shoulders, and stared at him. Suddenly she looked calm. She stood up straight, and put one hand on Jared/Harry/Connor’s shoulder, and one on the boy next to him’s shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Fucking freak, don’t touch me!” said the boy next to what’s-his-name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Why don’t you two confess your true feelings to each other?” I didn’t hear her actually say this, but later she would tell me. Aloud, she only said, “Fuck you.” Then she lifted her hands from the boys’ shoulders and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    They all laughed at her as she did so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    She sat down and quietly began eating her rotini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Suddenly there was an outburst of “Whoa!” and “What the fuck?!” and chairs rustling as the jock table was abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So now you see what I mean, with the use of the names and what not. Ah well. Some people might be offended. Some people probably won't. But I guarantee you this is in no way the worst part of the book, nor does it contain the worst errors.&lt;br /&gt;(-shakes head hopelessly-The inside of the book expresses how my publisher was kind enough to let the work go without edited input. Let me just say, this could be the worst kindness anyone has ever done me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is rotini spelled wrong, too? Oh dear me, I hope not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm lucky though, maybe some jocks will find this funny too. High school can be rough, but it can also be fun, and I suppose we all deal with it in our own ways, and hopefully, with a sense of humor. I couldn't have every scene happen at the house when high school is a place so full of random incidents like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm going to try and AT LEAST have the spelling of Claude Rains' name fixed tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-991956526898345233?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/991956526898345233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/admitted-discriminationagainst-jocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/991956526898345233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/991956526898345233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/admitted-discriminationagainst-jocks.html' title='Admitted Discrimination...Against Jocks.'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-2021356269636074495</id><published>2010-01-09T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:29:23.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quincy, Abe and Butch- The Gay Trio</title><content type='html'>A couple of readers have mentioned how much they like the funny exchanges between Quincy, a resident of the house who is gay, and his two BFFs, Butch and Abe. I really enjoy writing these characters- they're funny and smart, they're into fashion and pop culture, there's a lot of fun banter to be had! Who doesn't like fun banter?! But these characters can be pretty stereotypical, and I wanted to say a few things about them, before someone reads the book and possibly becomes angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to perpetuate stereotypes here- I am well aware that not all gay men are into fashion, and that they don't all act like Stanford and Anthony from Sex and the City. I have several gay friends, and all are different, and NONE of them are defined by being gay. While stereotypical people do exist, in my mind Quincy, Abe and Butch are not just three walking stereotypes. They're all important to me, as most of my characters are (ALL of the characters in this book are, I think, except for Sarah Lagano's boyfriend, Ben) and I think of them as people. Each is his own person, and while their actions and words sometimes seem to stem from simply being gay, keep in mind that this is also what works for them. Just because their interests are common among gay men doesn't mean that being gay is all they have, nor does it mean that their sexual orientation is insignificant. I wanted to show that none of them are afraid of being blatant about who they are, whether it has to do with hobbies, interests, or orientation. I do not intend for them to be overshadowed by "gayness," but on the other hand, I wanted it to be known that they were proud to BE gay.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...how can I say this without repeating myself 50 times?&lt;br /&gt;Being open about orientation is something we need to be okay with, especially in America. And well, Butch, Abe and Quincy, they're going to let people know in hopes of spreading that pattern of thought, that being gay is normal and okay! They certainly have a sense of humor about it, and their lives suit them, not only because of their orientation but because of who they are in general. They just aren't subtle people, and THAT has nothing to do with being gay. We all know people who are more flamboyant than others, and people who are more lowkey. It doesn't always have to do with sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These characters are interesting for me from every cultural angle, whether it's gay culture, urban culture, fashion culture, whether they're being funny or angry. And yes, they're stereotypical and they are part of Phyllis's family; but hopefully I made it pretty clear that Phyllis is aware that people can be unpredictable, that everyone is different, that one quality does not dictate all of the others. After all, that's part of the philosophy of the Sorin House.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-2021356269636074495?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/2021356269636074495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/quincy-abe-and-butch-gay-trio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2021356269636074495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2021356269636074495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/quincy-abe-and-butch-gay-trio.html' title='Quincy, Abe and Butch- The Gay Trio'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-2001493022766636853</id><published>2010-01-09T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:03:32.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini entry on errors</title><content type='html'>Gah! I found another mistake in the book. I certainly hope I can send these all in  before the release date; but if not, I'll see who can find them all (because obviously I couldn't). THIS is why editors are so important, I'm learning firsthand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-2001493022766636853?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/2001493022766636853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/mini-entry-on-errors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2001493022766636853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2001493022766636853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/mini-entry-on-errors.html' title='Mini entry on errors'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-8514950174938818203</id><published>2010-01-08T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:25:07.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why I'm posting so regularly despite not having to worry about readers at this point but, I suppose that when/if i do get them, they'll have a lot to look over. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking about fear for a bit tonight. A few years ago I thought that I decided all fear originated from the fear of death. Then I thought that it must be more like fear of pain. Well, I don't know what Freud or Jung or whoever said about fear, exactly. I only know what Roosevelt said about it. And I know that my own fears have evolved and devolved over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, everything scared me. The dark, being alone, losing my family, tall men, being in front of a lot of people, puppets, clowns, shadows, monsters, murderers, anything could happen at anytime, especially if my mommy wasn't there. I can't tell you just how easily I could get scared, especially after watching "Are You Afraid of the Dark?" or sleeping over at a place that wasn't my house (and even in my own room with a night light I became afraid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I grew out of it, into different fears. The startling, gripping fear I felt so often as a kid (and ran from) became something I wanted to find, in movies and books and stories told to me. My fear list changed. It included things like scary people coming out of the TV (after "The Ring"), being murdered in the shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I find that if I think too hard about something that's already creepy, I can scare myself, but I try to avoid it. The most recent movie that scared me was "The Blair Witch Project," I think because of the getting lost in the woods thing. But who knows? Simple images can bring on really frightening scenarios sometimes. The most recent book that scared me was "A Certain Slant of Light." It's a romantic ghost story, and the main character, a ghost, haunted people throughout their lifetimes, and if she didn't find someone else to haunt after the person died, she'd suddenly become trapped in what I guess was her coffin. I can handle certain ideas about afterlife; hell, heaven, oblivion, nothing at all. But being trapped somewhere alone for eternity is one of the worst things I can think of. That scared me most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, the biggest fears that come to mind for me are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanuts- they make me sick, but I often forget and eat them anyway because it's a very very recent development and peanut butter has been a steady part of my diet since before my memory begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpal tunnel- I'm on the computer ALL THE TIME. I play the piano, I write in notebooks...I'm bound to get it at some point, right? And then.. there goes everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reincarnation- This is a beautiful idea, I know. But I've been pretty lucky this time around and I'm afraid I'd come back as someone who gets tortured, or worse. I'm not going to go into scenarios, but I know to be grateful for what I have and who I am. And who I have, too. It took so long to learn everything I have. I don't want to have to learn it all again, in a different way. Part of it might also be a fear that, under different circumstances, I may have become some horrible person. I'd like to think that my ideals stem not only from nurture but nature...but who really can say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are others. I mean, some are pretty self-explanatory and some can go without saying. We're all afraid of losing people at some point or another. I guess I'm thinking more of plaguing, irrational sorts of fears. And those are mine right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should balance this post out. I don't only have irrational fears- I have irrational hopes and wishes, too. When I was little I wanted to be a singer/actress. When I was...hmm, maybe 14...I wanted to be published by age 17. Here are some of my crazy hopes/wishes at this moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beach house. I'm a beach addict. I don't know if I'd ever leave if I lived on a beach (unless I was going to visit a different beach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be on Ellen Degeneres. I could just say I want to be a famous author, but I feel like that's obvious. I don't really expect it to happen, but I know I'm going to try and MAKE it happen to SOME extent. Anyway, every time I picture myself famous, I'm being interviewed on Ellen Degeneres's show. Come on, she seems like such a fun person. I'd love to chat with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. What else do I wish for? We could all use money, that's for sure, but I think it's more important to specify what I'd do with mine. I'd travel. I'd get certified in yoga at an ashram. And travel. Then I'd write something like Eat. Pray. Love. combined with The Da Vinci Code, with vampires or something.&lt;br /&gt;Man. I want to find a book like that now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-8514950174938818203?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/8514950174938818203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8514950174938818203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/8514950174938818203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-3995368580506718866</id><published>2010-01-08T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:39:41.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannibal Lecter</title><content type='html'>This is a little early, but if you read my book, you may notice frequent mentions of and references to Hannibal Lecter. This is simply because Thomas Harris is my hero. I know very little about him, only how his stories have affected me and so many others. You know, by scaring the sheet out of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pretty much all the books and all the movies, differences aside. I do have something to say about "Hannibal," though. This may not really seem to pertain to MY book, but really, the stories have had a big influence, and Hannibal and Clarice are one of the best...oh, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strong woman and monstrous sort of man couples in literature. Admit it. Monstrous men can be pretty sexy. Okay, so maybe that's not the common view of Dr. Lecter, but look at how well vampire romance does out there? Sid and Phyllis from my book are an EXTREMELY inappropriate couple (and they won't be a couple just yet) but, well, that's one of the things that makes the attraction between them bigger. And thicker.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being a college student, I recently had to write a couple final papers. Blegh. Luckily, one of them was on "The Silence of the Lambs," which after "Rosemary's Baby," is my favorite horror book/movie. I spent a ton of time skimming articles online about the books and the characters and such, and I was surprised at some of the things I read about Hannibal. Er, "Hannibal," the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you have not read the book but you have seen the movies, you might know that Jodie Foster declined to work on "Hannibal" because of the way Clarice Starling is treated...and she never really finds her way out of it, in the film. Jodie said something like she "couldn't trample" on Clarice's character. The best thing that happens in that movie aside in terms of Clarice is that Paul Krendler gets eaten. That guy was an asshole, I don't know if I can think of a bigger asshole in literature right now. (I should probably name someone from "A Tale of Two Cities" or something, but I'm not going to give it much thought because Krendler really was that big of an asshole.) The movie ends with Hannibal sacrificing his arm to escape without hurting Clarice (which WAS romantic in its way). Clarice is left behind, probably to deal with more FBI bullshit. The last scene is Hannibal on a plane, letting a little boy try some leftover brain. Cute ending, well-written given the changes they had to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the book...the book is so much better. I read the book long after I first saw the movie (which was at 11 or 12, thanks to my best friend Lacey) and I'm so glad I did. I would have been furious if I'd known right off that they changed Thomas Harris's ending. It's just...perfect. It just works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe not. Because to my surprise, many fans lashed out at this book because of the way it ended; that is, the union of Hannibal and Clarice. The guy who wrote the article I was reading said it was probably because the other Hannibal books showed a much more defined and black and white version of good and evil; Hannibal being evil, Clarice being good. For two characters who represent those things to mesh is, well, intriguing to me but infuriating to many others, I guess. One person wrote "Harris has lost a fan" and another wrote that Clarice would never really go with Hannibal, that it went against her character. It made sense to me, though, and as soon as I'm done rereading "Hannibal," I'm sure I'll be willing to argue the ending with anyone who wants to. It was a much better ending than the terribly sad and incomplete one seen in the film. Harris sealed up that story pretty tightly and evenly, giving all characters a deserved resolution. Even if it hadn't been a happy ending for me, I would only have asked for fair resolution. The movie gave little resolution, and while the last scene was smart and relatively creepy, it didn't have the resounding horror (and closure) of the book's finale, where Barney recognizes Hannibal and Clarice at an opera and leaves just as fast as he can because he's no fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling. How's that for a dangerous power couple? (shrug) Like I said, I'll always think it was the perfect ending. But maybe after I read the book again I'll gain a better understanding of the other side of the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess SOME of the point of all this Hannibal stuff is not only to explain the frequent references in the book, but to explain that I'm someone who can believe in a couple like Lecter and Starling, no matter how wrong they may seem to many others. It's not that hard, really. I mean, look at Twilight. Edward Cullen's basically like a reformed serial killer, right? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you of course. I'm just anticipating that when and if this book reaches anyone's radar, there's going to be at least one person who doesn't approve of the occasional flirtatious moments between Sid and Phyllis because of age or morals or maybe it won't even seem to make sense at some points. And this person will demand that I change the story! Or say that it's highly inappropriate and I should be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll whisper, "No."&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-3995368580506718866?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/3995368580506718866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/hannibal-lecter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/3995368580506718866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/3995368580506718866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/hannibal-lecter.html' title='Hannibal Lecter'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-7645988696411473697</id><published>2010-01-06T23:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:56:15.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errors</title><content type='html'>So, since someone might actually read this :) I thought I would share a bit more valuable information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me reiterate some things: The book is published by a small publisher. I was pretty much the editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to take full responsibility for what I am about to say:&lt;br /&gt;I spelled Claude Rains' name incorrectly in the book. I spelled it C-L-A-U-D. (hangs head in shame) But, hopefully I can get it changed before the book is officially released, which is in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from me being enormously negligent and rather idiotic...well, typos DO occur. And given the poor editation of this book by myself(yeah I know, sometimes I make up words), well, expect them. Okay? EXPECT TYPOS, THERE WILL BE TYPOS, THE BOOK ISN'T OFFICIALLY RELEASED YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I left the e out of Claude Rains. I have a Casablanca poster next to my bedroom door!! Perhaps we can blame Phyllis, my narrator. Technically she's the one talking, isn't she? And she's not really a reader, I've noticed. I bet she'll get there though. I better stop before I start talking about the future of these characters before anyone even gets to know them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-7645988696411473697?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/7645988696411473697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/errors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/7645988696411473697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/7645988696411473697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/errors.html' title='Errors'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-4352016472388524250</id><published>2010-01-04T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:54:57.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anxieties: a conversation</title><content type='html'>Jesse: "How goes bloggin'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: "Awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Getting paranoid. My parents are reading the book. What if they like..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: "Hate it? And f**king stab you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "...find secret parts of my subconscious in there? ...And THEN they hate it, and f**king stab me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: "Because stabbing is the first instinct of people when they don't like a book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             ...........I hope Jesse's wrong....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-4352016472388524250?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/4352016472388524250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/anxieties-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4352016472388524250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/4352016472388524250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/anxieties-conversation.html' title='anxieties: a conversation'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-6144424768745351600</id><published>2010-01-04T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:46:42.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers!</title><content type='html'>I have been looking at blogs all evening! I was happy to see so many...sometimes I irrationally worry about the future of books. I read this terrifying (and REAL) article about a university's library making everything digital...and getting rid of ALL THE BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;But, tonight has reassured me greatly. The internet supports books, books support the internet, and I can spread the word while sitting in my bedroom. (Thumbs up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart book bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that eventually I'll start talking about books other than my own here, but first I have to finish talking about mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book, I think, can be approached from any angle and appreciated by any age. But if you find teenage girls annoying, well, I'll still recommend trying it out but I supposed that leaves the possibility of a terrible reading experience. Phyllis, however, is not a typical teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, let me pause. I feel kind of bad even saying a typical teenager exists. Look at all the books out there! All the characters are different, and all the teenagers I've met are different. I used to HATE when people used to say I did things because I was a teenager. I think one of the statements that pissed me off the most was my English teacher telling us we were all lumps of clay that he had the privilege of helping shape. I'm sure it sounded wise to some, but to me it just felt condescending. (But then again he always seemed like he'd walked right out of Dead Poets Society or Freedom Writers or one of those inspirational teacher movies. Heh, sorry if you're reading this right now. Hope you're taking those things as a compliment and you read my book! Cough.)&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I was a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;No, just kidding. I am not ever going to chalk up anyones actions to being a teenager, at least, not ONLY to being a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on from one rant to the next, Phyllis is not a typical PERSON or TEENAGER because of her experiences and also because of her friends. Part of the book is Phyllis seeing what a lot of other teens are like, which is especially important because previous to this she hasn't had a ton of great friends outside of her house. She feels the absence of her parents but not to a point where she's lonely or depressed, and she fits very well in her house because the norm there is...not the norm. :)&lt;br /&gt;That's the thing though. I kind of wish more places were like the house in my book (probably because I'm a weirdo) and when I wrote it originally it wasn't so that I could get it published and make money; it was so I could escape. Granted, I have nothing bad in my home life to escape, which was why most of the book was written during school or homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dislike of the, shall we say, scholastic environment, leaked over into Phyllis, but it does make a lot more sense for her than it did for me. When you first meet Phyllis, she doesn't have many friends, and the ones she has aren't great. Like Janelle, who laughs it off when her boyfriend hurts Phyllis's feelings. But I don't spend much time on that part of Phyllis's life...just on the revenge. And then onto much happier times and much more interesting matters, such as Sid and his secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what else would you expect from a girl who breathes fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why do people keep asking me if I'm the girl on the cover?! (facepalm) I'm not on the cover, guys. I'm not like, Sarah Palin or something. Hmm. Wonder if she'll read my book, though. She'd say something really bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;And then it'd be a best seller!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-6144424768745351600?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/6144424768745351600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloggers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6144424768745351600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/6144424768745351600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloggers.html' title='Bloggers!'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-3223098564971800970</id><published>2010-01-04T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:20:05.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Published</title><content type='html'>So, I'm probably not allowed to say this. And I really shouldn't. It's so damn hard to get published, and I don't even have any real fans or readers yet! Aside from a few friends, and (cringe) my parents— and who knows, maybe they're just reading out of the goodness of their hearts!&lt;br /&gt;What my publisher does is a wonderfully American and noble idea- they pretty much publish anyone! And you don't have to pay them, and BOOM, you're on Barnes and Noble's website. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this is not to say that being published still isn't expensive. No. Far from it, my friends. Today, I got an email from them saying, "We'll send your book to STEPHEN KING!!!....that is, if you buy 14 copies at a discount price TODAY!" Mind you, I've already purchased 19 copies, and the damn book costs about 35 bucks. Is that not ridiculous?! I'm a college student! I could never buy the book! This is with parental help, plus I'm the one who wrote the thing.&lt;br /&gt;And they keep sending emails like that. They'll send books to the troops, to the TODAY show, to anyone!...if I'll just buy X number of books for X percent off. Getting published is clearly for rich people, and maybe I should have waited until I had a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm loving that I didn't have to self-publish (whew), that I can be extremely involved in the editing and the PR, and that I actually have an opportunity to see my book on shelves! And I can say I'm an author. AND I've even gotten to talk to other authors!&lt;br /&gt;The advertising emails to me are even rather helpful. They help me think of ways I can distribute the book myself and help advertise it. I'm desperately trying to get a blogger to review the book, and even I'm lucky I can at least get the local newspaper to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said, I'm not expecting to sell many copies of this book (though I'm going to call every store and pull every string). My hope, for this one, is to get my name out there, to get some experience that I can use in the future, and then write something else, something even better (either that or something gimmicky) and get it published by a big publisher. Yeah, it's a dream. But it's not as unrealistic as you might think, and it's a pretty intense pursuit of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can just call the publishers and get Stephen King's address myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad asked today if my book was like Carrie. Just so anyone who's interested knows, it isn't. It's not even like Firestarter (maybe it should have been). I doubt the King would like my book, but there's no such thing as bad publicity, man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-3223098564971800970?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/3223098564971800970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-published.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/3223098564971800970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/3223098564971800970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-published.html' title='Being Published'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-3748334225538120221</id><published>2010-01-03T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:58:49.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plot Summary: Friend or Foe?</title><content type='html'>This is what it says on the back of my book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Phyllis Sorin has seen all sorts of people. With two kind Aunts who rent out the rooms of their house to anyone in need, the people she calls family are a little different from most. There’s Bill, who takes on the personalities of movie characters. There’s Quincy, whose best friend is a drag queen. There’s Anna, an opera singer and kung-fu master. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    And Phyllis, well, she’s not exactly normal herself. But even as she begins to navigate high school’s social jungle, Phyllis finds comfort and humor in her odd home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    When Dominick Siddons moves in, however, all of Phyllis's priorities become inferior to finding out his secret. A young lawyer with a vicious wit and ferocious temper, Sid may understand Phyllis in a way no one else can. And through truth and fiction, through the inevitable chaos of the house, Phyllis finds much more than she bargained for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I wrote for them to put on the back. One thing I've noticed, and far before even finishing this book, is how tough it is to capture a whole story's essence in a few little paragraphs. I mean, for really well-known authors it doesn't always matter. Stephen King, we get the jist of it (and we've probably already seen the movie version). Harry Potter, Twilight, at this point we can just find someone to ask about them. And I suppose those plots are pretty straight-forward— both are pretty good books with very clear genres and stories. I guess my problem is that I took a bunch of my ideas and through them into a story; it just seemed to work for me.&lt;br /&gt;When people ask me what my book is about, I find myself always saying something different.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's almost like you're living with this girl for a year or so and learning about her home and her life."&lt;br /&gt;"It's about a girl who lives with her Aunts, and her Aunts rent out their house to a lot of different people, so a lot of crazy events ensue."&lt;br /&gt;"It's kind of like Hey Arnold, do you remember that show?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's about a girl who breathes fire and falls in love with a werewolf." (This one is usually followed by a frantic, "It's not like Twilight!" or "But I came up with it years before Twilight came out!")&lt;br /&gt;"It's about a girl who breathes fire but still manages to live a relatively normal life."&lt;br /&gt;"It entwines what's real with what is not and shows that the one can be just as bizarre as the other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. I wish I could just hand everyone that asks a book and say, "Just read the first few pages."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prologue&lt;/span&gt; introduces Phyllis and her situation, but first it shows her in action- she gets revenge on a bully. Sure, I could have written her telling him off, but it's way cooler to write a scene where someone flies across a yard in a cloud of smoke and flame. Here, I'll just post part of it. (At this rate you'll be able to read the whole book here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;After a while I saw Jeremy come out. I looked at him, then at the fire, and, very quickly, I inhaled the fire. The whole thing, leaving behind just the pile of wood. The heat felt good in my lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I stood up. Jeremy was flirting with the girls in the pool. They got out and left him to cover it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Janelle sent you out to cover the pool?” I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    He ignored me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Now, that was just rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Hey Germs, look out.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I don’t know if he looked at me then or not, but either way, I blew the fire I’d inhaled at him with all the heat, smoke, and force I could. It must’ve looked like an explosion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    He screamed, flying backward to the other side of the pool. I breathed it back in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I heard one of the guys on the other side of the yard say, “What the hell?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    But I didn’t care. I walked around the pool, down to Jeremy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Are you listening now, Jeremy?” I said angrily. “I want you to leave me the fuck alone. Forever. Because I don’t think you deserve to live.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    He looked at me. I loved the look on his face. I had never scared anyone before. I hoped he was in shock. Sadly I had somehow managed not to burn him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even after this, it's very important that the reader continues and gets to know Phyllis. Phyllis isn't a very angry or mean person, but the first glimpse of her is a little rough, a little violent. Aside from Jeremy, however, she pretty much can get along with anyone—it's what she's used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story isn't only about Phyllis either, nor is just about her love interests or her family. There are so many different parts and people that I really think that anyone could find something of interest to them in the book (or even something to get ANGRY about). Like I said, movies are more than discussed. There are several gay characters, most of whom are fairly stereotypical, and this is acknowledged. There's, well, an angry black woman. There are two little housewife-type older ladies. There are, of course, several teenage girls and one particularly important teenage boy.&lt;br /&gt;What makes the combination of all of the characters interesting is what's found beneath the surface. So stereotypes exist. But why? What's under them? There's so much to people, and that's what I'd like to write about.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a deep book by any means; I prefer to think of it as a fun, hopefully interesting read. Maybe in the future I'll get better at character-dissection, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I said, there's so much to people, and so there's a lot to this story, more than I could ever fit on the back of any book. It was very important for me that I make it clear that there is an important male character, but that he isn't the whole of the book, and it was also important for me to try and include the tenants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons, aside from my own writing experiences, that I've been so concerned about plot summaries has to do with one of my FAVORITE books, one of the BEST books I've ever read: Kiki Strike: Inside the Shadow City.&lt;br /&gt;The cover has a cool sort of comic book look, which I liked when I saw it in Barnes and Noble, what, five years ago? But the back describes what sounds like an underground city of secret people, you know, like another world beneath New York City. It just didn't sound old enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;Two or three years later, I saw the book at a store on the Jersey shore and gave in and bought it.&lt;br /&gt;It was COMPLETELY different than what I'd thought. The city is left behind, an uninhabited underground network of roads and rooms once used by criminals. There's an entire archaeological mysterious aspect to the story that I had no inkling of when I read the back of the book! Once I'd finished it it made me angry that I hadn't purchased and read the book years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think. Passing over a book because of a misleading summary or description could lead someone to pass over something amazing! I've come to the conclusion that the best thing I can to is just start reading the book and try and pick up on the initial good and bad vibes I feel. I will admit, I have bought books based on their covers (in both the literal and metaphoric sense). But I must say, books deserve more attention, and I've learned that I should give every one a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-3748334225538120221?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/3748334225538120221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/plot-summary-friend-or-foe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/3748334225538120221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/3748334225538120221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/plot-summary-friend-or-foe.html' title='Plot Summary: Friend or Foe?'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-2485291235254583288</id><published>2010-01-02T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:42:32.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Relations...and Bill.</title><content type='html'>So, since my current publisher is a relatively small company, I'm getting a very unique opportunity to do most of my own public relations! Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, so I'd rather have an agent and a publicist, and huge posters in Barnes and Noble advertising my coming book. The best I can do right now, however, is have posters made (or make them myself), send lots of emails, make some phone calls, and possibly mail some copies. Not to mention leave them around. Oh yes. They will be around campus, around town, and if I travel, they'll be around Europe and South America too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've been doing tonight is sending emails and bugging friends about blogs and other news sources. Not a lot of luck so far, but I'm emailing just about anyone I can think of, so I have to get at least ONE response about something! And on Monday, I can call newspapers, news stations, radio stations...well, we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One author's journey into the wide and highly sought world of advertising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for reading, which I'm doing in an effort to hold onto my small amount of relative sanity, I've gotten into Sherlock Holmes thanks to my mom the Librarian and the amazing movie that's just come out. Good stuff. I definitely have big plans for Bill to be Sherlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Bill? He's a character in my book. He has a bit of a psychological disorder combined with a film obsession; he spends all of his time watching movies and then taking on personalities of movie characters. You'd think this might be harmful at times, you know, if he watches The Silence of the Lambs or The Shining. But luckily Bill is very limited by his surroundings and what must be the real person inside him, and he's never hurt anyone. Quite the opposite in fact. He's a lot of fun to write, probably because I get to sort of steal other peoples' characters and write them in my own way. That might be worrisome in terms of copyright laws at some point, but I'm not going to concern myself until enough people start reading the book to notice. This may never happen, so there's nothing for me to fret about!&lt;br /&gt;Bill's characters aren't always set to coincide with the chapter's situation or anything like that. They're random, the way I imagine they would be if someone really were to act this way. This is not to say that I don't throw in favorites here and there. My very favorite person to write Bill into so far is Clark Kent. Here's a teeny tiny excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Just then, the front door opened again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Hey guys!” It was Clark Kent, or Bill with Clark Kent glasses. He must have watched a Justice League DVD at some point. Taylor’s DVDs often somehow ended up at my house for long periods of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Hey Clark,” I greeted him. “Chasey made spaghetti.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Oh that’s great, I love spaghetti!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Clark, this is my friend Mary,” I introduced them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Bill extended his hand. “Clark Kent, great to meet you Mary!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Mary didn’t seem to notice the Superman’s secret identity thing. “You too,” she said, shaking his hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “How was work?” Sid asked him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    “Oh it was fine. You know. Nothing I couldn’t handle.” He winked at Sid and me. Apparently we knew he was really Superman. “Well, I’m gonna’ go get some of that great spaghetti.” He went to the kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I don't think I'm supposed to randomly post huge parts of the book around (I probably will anyway) but I figure this gives the idea of how a movie character can casually sneak into the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my very first copy of the book just recently (after a whole lot of waiting) and I've already found a typo in it. Oops, better work on that. Maybe the next time I get published I'll HAVE AN EDITOR. That would be a big help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my published novel is not a glamorous affair, just a small start. One author's journey and all that. But in a way, it's better this way. I'm slowly learning the publishing process, as well as the editing process, the advertising process, and pretty soon, the selling process. Because I'm the one who's going to sell this book, really. I'm not expecting much, but if I can sell, say, 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My closing note-&lt;br /&gt;A House Afire comes out on Barnes and Noble and Borders' websites in February!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-2485291235254583288?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/2485291235254583288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/public-relationsand-bill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2485291235254583288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/2485291235254583288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2010/01/public-relationsand-bill.html' title='Public Relations...and Bill.'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167416587724153427.post-5277336283470452280</id><published>2009-12-15T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:14:34.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/SyhWHevy2lI/AAAAAAAAABU/aicOVxYI-eg/s1600-h/AHouseAfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/SyhWHevy2lI/AAAAAAAAABU/aicOVxYI-eg/s320/AHouseAfire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415673238425623122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's me, writing my first of my new blog as a PUBLISHED AUTHOR. I don't actually expect anyone to read this yet, but SOMEDAY they might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a 20-year-old college student and I have just gotten my first novel, A House Afire, published.&lt;br /&gt;This blog is intended for news on the book, updates, whatever. What I'm writing, what I'm up to, whatever I feel like writing, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this blog has been brought about on the basis of one published book, I think I will start by letting you know what it's about. There's the cover, up there. Yep. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book's about a chick who breathes fire and falls in love with a werewolf, among other things. If that description is too "Twilight" for you, let me assure you it's about a whole lot of other things. Sex, for one. Surviving high school.&lt;br /&gt;It's about being gay.&lt;br /&gt;It's about being crazy.&lt;br /&gt;It's about being different, which means there's something in it for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I'm in college and it's finals week, which means that now it's time for me to order Domino's and study French and write part of a paper. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167416587724153427-5277336283470452280?l=emmakinna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/feeds/5277336283470452280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2009/12/first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5277336283470452280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167416587724153427/posts/default/5277336283470452280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakinna.blogspot.com/2009/12/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Emma (the Expat)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174368667951995131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/S52kBLNVSfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CnbKgBO6fkM/S220/Photo+56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFNhx7op738/SyhWHevy2lI/AAAAAAAAABU/aicOVxYI-eg/s72-c/AHouseAfire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
