Happy Weekend! May yours be filled with sleep and choice reading selections!
The Literary Ventures Fund is a group of people who invest in an author’s book. They don’t loan authors money — which has a contractual obligation for a payback, nor do they give grants — which is money without any obligation whatsoever. They invest in an author and share the risks of publishing. Read more in this months Poets&Writers.
Book Moot has made me laugh out loud today. Her post begins as a pleasant review of My Dance Recital, by Maryann Cooca-Leffler, and she describes it as a great introduction to dance to young readers, with its cute open-to-reveal flaps, and whimsical illustrations. Then she launches into an hilarious Word to the Audience Members rant that had me hooting. Book Moot has a Nancy Perl Librarian ACTION figure, and she’s not afraid to take action on those rude and obnoxious theater goers and parents.
If necessary I can aim, with frightening accuracy, a neutron bomb of a hush. You will be stunned by the concussion while your surroundings remain intact. I have rarely had to deploy to this level but I have the ability and if necessary, I will use it.
A neutron bomb of hush. How much do I love that?
You may now begin to call me Super Bookseller Sleuth. I played the “Stump the Bookseller” game with Parker at The Spectacle, and surprised myself by thinking I was stumped when I wasn’t. More fun: now I get to pick the next clue. Heh, heh. I already have the book in mind…
Check out what chefs do in their spare time — possibly Lainey could take some tips — and have a fantastic rest-of-the-weekend!
I mean her to me. (Sheesh)
I just checked out the Book Moot and laughed myself silly — especially at the part about her joining in overheard conversations, and the professional hushing deployment. That is just classic.
I SO appreciate you introducing me to a new blog! I was completely gobsmacked that I figured it out — but I have a very sideways kind of mind. You have to try the next one — I got to choose the book. I tried not to be too obscure, but those who read Cybils SFF nominations might have a better chance than figuring it out. Of course, there were over a hundred books…
I saw your name, all lit up, at the Spectacle, and was all “Oh I know her!!!”-ish in a pleased way! I don’t think I would have gotten it.