Friday, November 17, 2017

Not Now, Not Ever Blog Tour (Book Excerpt)

I'm honored to be a part of the official blog tour for Not Now, Not Ever, the sophomore novel from Lily Anderson. Essentially, it's about a girl named Elliot who is determined to attend a academic decathlon type competition to win a scholarship to Rayevich College, which has the best sci-fi lit program... But you'll find out more when you read the official summary. Anyway, check out the excerpt I get to share from the novel, and find out more about the book after! Hope this encourages you to pick up a copy when it comes out next Tuesday.



with melting coconut oil. The air conditioner wasn’t up high enough to permeate through more than the top layer of my hair. Even with the streetlamps burning outside the windows, I knew it would still be almost ninety degrees outside. I took a long sip of my lemonade.  
Sid’s biceps gave an unconscious flex. “They couldn’t have picked something useful for you to do with your vacation?”  
“No,” I said. The truth came out cool and clean against my lips. “They really couldn’t have.”


When we perfect commercial time travel, everyone in the past is going to be pissed at us. It’s not only that their quiet, sepia-toned lives will be inundated with loud-mouthed giants. And it’s not even the issue that language is a living organism, so all communication will be way more problematic than anyone ever thinks about.  
It’s jet packs.  
At some point, someone is going to ask about jet packs, and no amount of bragging about clean water and vaccines and free Wi-Fi will be able to distract them. Even if you went back before the Industrial Revolution, someone is going to want to know if we’ve all made ourselves pairs of Icarus wings.  
Defrost Walt Disney and he’ll ask to be put back in the fridge until Tomorrowland is real. Go back to the eighties and everyone’s going to want to know about hoverboards.  
Hell, go back to yesterday, find your own best friend, and they’d still ask, “Tomorrow’s the day we get flying cars, right?”  
People want miracles. They want magic. They want to freak- ing fly.  
Unrelated: Did you know that crossing state lines on a train is pretty much the most boring and uncomfortable thing ever?  
Despite sounding vaguely poetic, the midnight train to Oregon wasn’t much for scenery. Unfortunately, running away tends to work best in the middle of the night, especially when one’s cousins have a curfew to make and can’t wait on the platform with you.

Twelve hours, two protein bars, and one sunrise later, the view was rolling brown fields that turned into dilapidated houses with collapsing fences and sun-bleached Fisher Price play sets. Apparently, the whole “wrong side of the tracks” thing wasn’t a myth. Everything the train passed was a real bummer.  
One should always have something sensational to read on the train, whispered Oscar Wilde, sounding remarkably like my stepmom. 
With my headphones drowning out the screech of the tracks, I reached into my backpack, pushing past the heavy stack of books and ziplock bags of half-eaten snacks, to the bottom. Tucked between the yellowed pages of my battered copy of Starship Troopers was a folded square of white printer paper. I tried to smooth it over my leg, but it snapped back into its heavy creases.

Dear Ever,

On behalf of Rayevich College and our sister school, the Messina Academy for the Gifted, it is my great pleasure to offer you a place at Camp Onward. At Onward, you will spend three weeks learning alongside forty-seven other accomplished high school students from all over the West Coast as you prepare for the annual Tarrasch Melee. The winners of the Melee will be granted a four-year, full-tuition scholarship to Rayevich College . . . 


The page was starting to wear thin in the corners from my fingers digging into it whenever it stopped feeling real enough. The packing list that had once been stapled to it was even worse off, high- lighted and checkmarked and underlined. I’d had to put that one inside of an N. K. Jemisin hardcover so that the extra weight could smash it flat.  
I ran my thumb over the salutation again. Dear Ever.  
I shivered, remembering how my hands had trembled as I’d read those words for the first time, stamped to the front of an envelope with the Rayevich seal in the corner. It meant that everything had worked. It meant that freedom was as simple as a checked box on an Internet application.  
The train lurched to a stop. I shoved the note back inside of Star- ship Troopers and popped out my headphones just in time to hear the conductor’s garbled voice say, “Eugene station.”  
I staggered down to the platform, my laptop case and my back- pack weighing me down like uneven scales. I sucked in fresh air, not even caring that it tasted like cement and train exhaust. It was cooler here than it was back home. California asphalt held in heat and let it off in dry, tar-scented bursts.  
Oregon had a breeze. And pine trees. Towering evergreens that could have bullied a Christmas tree into giving up its lunch money. We didn’t get evergreens like that at home. My neighborhood was lined in decorative suburban foliage. By the time I got back, our oak tree would be starting to think about shedding its sticky leaves on the windshield of my car.  
As a new wave of passengers stomped onto the train, I retrieved the massive rolling suitcase that Beth had ordered off of the Internet for me. It was big enough to hold a small person, as my brother had discovered when he’d decided to use it to sled down the stairs.  
I’d miss that little bug.  
There were clusters of people scattered across the platform, some shouting to each other over the dull roar of the engine. I watched an old woman press two small children into her bosom and a hipster couple start groping each other’s cardigans. 

In the shade of the ticket building, a light-skinned black guy had his head bowed over his cell phone. His hair was shorn down to his scalp, leaving a dappling of curl seedlings perfectly edged around his warm brown temples. He was older than I was, definitely college age. He had that finished look, like he’d grown into his shoulders and gotten cozy with them. A yellow lanyard was swinging across the big green D emblazoned on his T-shirt.  
“Hey,” I called to him, rolling my suitcase behind me. My laptop case swayed across my stomach in tandem with my backpack scraping over my spine, making it hard not to waddle. “Are you from Rayevich?” 
The guy looked up, startled, and shoved his phone into the pocket of his jeans. He swept forward, remembering to smile a minute too late. All of his white teeth gleamed in the sunshine. 
“Are you Ever?” His smile didn’t waver, but I could feel him processing my appearance. Big, natural hair, baggy Warriors T-shirt, cutoff shorts, clean Jordans. Taller than him by at least two inches. 
“Yeah,” I said. And then, to take some of the pressure off, “You were looking for a white girl, right?” 
His smile went dimply in the corners, too sincere to be pervy. “I’m happy to be wrong.” 
“Ever Lawrence,” I said, hoping that I’d practiced it enough that it didn’t clunk out of my mouth. It was strange having so few syllables to get through. Elliot Gabaroche was always a lot to dump on another human being. 
“Cornell Aaron,” the college boy said, sticking his hand out. He had fingers like my father’s, tapered, with clean, round nails. I spent the firm two-pump handshake wondering if he also got no-polish manicures. “I’ll be one of your counselors at Onward. It’s a quick drive from here.” 
He took the handle of my suitcase without preamble and led the way toward the parking lot. I followed, my pulse leaping in the same two syllables that had wriggled between the folds of my brain and stamped out of my shoes and pumped through my veins for months. 
Bunbury.

It was a stupid thing to drive you crazy, but here I was: running away from home in the name of Oscar Wilde.

Not Now, Not Ever book cover
Not Now, Not Ever by Lily Anderson
Publisher: Wednesday Books
Publication Date: November 21, 2017

Elliot Gabaroche is very clear on what she isn't going to do this summer.

1. She isn't going to stay home in Sacramento, where she'd have to sit through her stepmother's sixth community theater production of The Importance of Being Earnest.
2. She isn't going to mock trial camp at UCLA.
3. And she certainly isn't going to the Air Force summer program on her mom's base in Colorado Springs. As cool as it would be to live-action-role-play Ender's Game, Ellie's seen three generations of her family go through USAF boot camp up close, and she knows that it's much less Luke/Yoda/"feel the force," and much more one hundred push-ups on three days of no sleep. And that just isn't appealing, no matter how many Xenomorphs from Alien she'd be able to defeat afterwards.

What she is going to do is pack up her determination, her favorite Octavia Butler novels, and her Jordans, and go to summer camp. Specifically, a cutthroat academic-decathlon-like competition for a full scholarship to Rayevich College, the only college with a Science Fiction Literature program. And she's going to start over as Ever Lawrence, on her own terms, without the shadow of all her family’s expectations. Because why do what’s expected of you when you can fight other genius nerds to the death for a shot at the dream you’re sure your family will consider a complete waste of time?

This summer's going to be great.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Abbreviations #39

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Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco
Series: Stalking Jack the Ripper #1
Publisher: Jimmy Patterson Presents
Publication Date: September 20, 2016
Source: Purchased the hardcover
Buy the Book: Book Depository | Barnes & Noble | IndieBound | Amazon

Stalking Jack the Ripper is a fascinating blend of historical fiction and mystery, with a touch of Ripper mystique and a Nancy Drew vibe. Main character Audrey Rose is a wealthy young woman who leads a secret second life; she is a student - and an excellent one - of forensic science. Drawn to the macabre and the scientific, Audrey Rose finds herself involved in a murder investigation when a string of corpses stirs things up in London... and that, my friends, is really all that you need to know about the novel. Well, that, and also that it happens to be a real fun read! I was fascinated by the way Maniscalco wove in true facts and figures from the Ripper story, and equally drawn to the fictional tale that she wove centering around Audrey Rose and her companions. It was just as entertaining as I'd been promised, and it's by far the most enjoyable Ripper-related novels I've ever read. I will point out that the writing style isn't necessarily my favorite, and that the repetitive nature of certain phrases was something that jolted me out of the story every so often. But even with my reservations, this novel was good and it left me dying to dive into the sequel.

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Hunting Prince Dracula by Kerri Maniscalco
Series: Stalking Jack the Ripper #2
Publisher: Jimmy Patterson Presents
Publication Date: September 19, 2017
Source: ARC received at BEA (Thanks!)

After the events leading up to the discovery of the identity of Jack the Ripper, Audrey Rose has left London for the heart of Romania. She's not only running from the haunting memories; she's also set to attend one of Europe's best schools of forensic medicine. But her supposedly quiet entrance to this prestigious school is disrupted by the chaos of another murderer on the loose, and one that uses methods quite similar to a certain Vlad the Impaler... Okay, so, I am here to tell you all that Hunting Prince Dracula is so much more fun than its predecessor! It does suffer from a slow start, but that's because Maniscalco really takes the time to set everything up properly for us readers. Once the plot picks up, it turns into an adventure that's both fun and frightening as Audrey Rose and her friends race to figure out who the murderer is. The murder mystery is definitely my favorite thing about this installment. But I also really liked the school set-up, the character development and the relationships too, which made for an overall truly fun reading experience. I'm so happy I loved this one even more than the first, and I can't wait to read the third when it's finally out!

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The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
Publisher: Vintage Books
Publication Date: September 13, 2011
Source: Purchased the paperback

I finally did it, friends. I finally read The Night Circus! I've been wanting to read it for years, but only took the plunge this year - and I'm mad that I didn't read it sooner. Anyway, if you're like me and one of the last few people on the planet who has not read it yet, it's about two dueling magicians whose stage is a magnificent circus known only as Le Cirque des RĂªves. I know, I know, that description sounds truly simple... but trust me when I saw that this novel is exactly this and more than this all at once. Now, I knew that this was going to be a novel I liked, but it admittedly was not love at first, second or even tenth chapter. I felt disconnected from the narrative and the characters for a good fourth of the story, even though I could recognize the loveliness of the descriptions. But somewhere along the way, though I can't pinpoint exactly when, I realized I was 100% into this story. I cared about the fate of the two main characters and the wonderful Circus; I started appreciating how all the carefully crafted elements of the tale started coming together (much like what happens in Station Eleven). It was beautiful. It was whimsical. It was vivid. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this novel, and can happily recommend it to other readers searching for a slow-paced, character-driven fantasy read.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Macky Reads The Woman Behind the Waterfall

The Woman Behind the Waterfall book cover
For seven-year old Angela, happiness is exploring the lush countryside around her home in western Ukraine. Her wild imagination takes her into birds and flowers and into the waters of the river. All that changes when, one morning, she sees her mother crying. As she tries to find out why, she is drawn on an extraordinary journey into the secrets of her family, and her mother’s fateful choices. Can Angela lead her mother back to happiness before her innocence is destroyed by the shadows of a dark past? 

I figured I’d let the blurb ground things right before I review The Woman Behind the Waterfall because it’s highly important to understand what the general concept is before being immersed in the full sensory assault-type narrative it has to offer. It’s the type of allegorical narrative that is reminiscent of the film What Dreams May Come, but less afterlife and more timey-wimey. 

Perhaps my favorite thing about this book is how, in an incredibly roundabout but poetic way, it hints at the journey of recovering from loss by understanding that there are larger contexts and other threads beyond the one your current tragedy is focused on. Angela’s mother has, like many who have suffered personal loss, stopped living. She sees nothing beyond her current situation and that tunnel vision is really one of the biggest hindrances to moving on. Now, it’s not the same for everyone, but there is something powerful about setting the narrative of your life against a totally different, yet also truthful context that effectively changes the whole picture in general. And that’s what this book does. 

Angela becomes the lens by which we see how a woman begins to learn to pick up the pieces of her broken life and try again. That very journey itself, minus the multi-perspective narratives and the allegorical use of spirits and threads of destiny, well, it's is powerful on its own. That Leonora Meriel managed to blend the hyper-surrealism into the whole mix to come up with a haunting tale of loss and recovery is an added treat for anyone who appreciates the genre. It’s heady, chock full of symbolism and otherworldly flare. People who aren’t used to this kind of allegorical story telling might get a bit lost in all the imagery, but if you recall that this is a story about a woman finding the strength to put her life in order, you just might make it through to the end without being too confused. 

Beautiful. Vibrant. Certainly not for everyone and I would dread/be intrigued if Hollywood picked it up and made it more 'accessible', because there is a rare gem in here. Really, it’s all a matter of committing to finishing the journey.



Publisher: Granite Cloud | Publication Date: October 1, 2016
Source: Bought the Kindle book

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