January 30, 2013

Jodi’s pub day



Our own Jodi Meadows’ second* book is out today:


And she’s doing signings and appearances, possibly at a bookstore near you**:


And if you keep scrolling down this page there is an amazing list of guest blogs, interviews and so on available Out There by the merest tap of a finger.

Now here’s the HarperTeen page:


. . . where you can apparently read the whole book on line for free??  This does seem to be legit.  Maybe it’s in honour of publication day or something, and large dubiously smiling men will knock on your door in a few more days and say, Ahem, a computer at this residence read the entire ASUNDER on line for free, and we feel that the person with the finger on the clicking button will have found this so stimulating an experience that he/she/it/you will volunteer the purchase price to the Jodi’s Ferrets and Yarn Fund.

Anyway.  There’s a new book out.  By someone we all know.  Champagne all around.***

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* Second published book ever and second in a trilogy I might add.  Some people are born brave.  Apparently.

** Because she is a good girl and wants to make her publisher happy.  Hey, I toured when I was her age.  Some of us then stop.  Some of us figure it out and, believing it sells books, keep on doing it.  I respect these people.  But you’ll find me in a bell tower.^

^ Tonight, for example, when there was a Tour of the Ancient Building Including A Demonstration of Method Bell Ringing open evening at Forza and it was SOOOOO BOOOOOORING oh my sainted aunt.  Maybe there is something to be said for touring.  At least during dull moments you’re probably near bookshelves.  I got a lot of knitting done tonight.  I would rather have been plugged in to Pooka listening to some book being read out loud instead of unavoidably listening to our poor chosen-victim lead ringer giving the same blerg about ringing and the history of ringing for the 1,000,000,000th time to the 1,000,000,000th group of visitors, but I had to be ready to spring to my feet and ring plain frelling hunt for the 1,000,000,000th time.  Arrrgh.

*** ‘I drink champagne when I’m happy and when I’m sad.  Sometimes I drink it when I’m alone.  When I have company I consider it obligatory.  I trifle with it if I’m not hungry and drink it when I am.  Otherwise, I never touch it—unless I’m thirsty.’

—Madame Bollinger, who was clearly a strong supporter of the family business.



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