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Wednesday, May 10, 2023

No Matter What by KM Frost - spotlight excerpt

No Matter What

Author: KM Frost

Amazon Kindle: 442 pages

Release date: May 12

YA Contemporary Romance




        
MASON (POV)

My head knocked against the window as the bus trundled into a nearly empty parking lot, sending a painful pulse across my skull. I turned up my music to block out the pain. There was no blocking out the stale vanilla-scented air, or the depressing landscape of this tiny town that was so small there wasn’t even a bus station. I’m not making that up. The bus just stopped at the back of a McDonald’s parking lot and opened the doors to let the poor souls off.

Unfortunately, I was one of those poor souls.

I was seriously tempted to stay in my seat and ride this bus to the end of the line. But when Margie had marched me to the station that morning, she’d made it infuriatingly clear if I tried to run, if I missed a single check-in with her, or if I got into trouble of any kind, then she would bring the cops down on my head so fast I wouldn’t even have a chance to cuss her out.

She wasn’t the only social worker I’d dealt with, but she was definitely the most tenacious.
I stepped down onto the pavement with my backpack slung over my shoulder and my duffel bag dangling from my fist. My fellow exiles peeled off, greeting friends or family who had come to pick them up. Though I had never met the grandparents I was going to be stuck with for the next three months—until I turned eighteen and was free—I looked for them anyway. No one came toward me and, two minutes later, everyone had driven away. I was left standing alone in the parking lot.

I should have known the dad who hadn’t bothered to stick around would have parents who couldn’t be bothered to show up.

Music blared against my eardrums as I stood there like an idiot.

Screw this, I thought, and made a beeline for the restaurant. There was no way I was going to stand around waiting for grandparents who may or may not show up. I had enough cash for a ticket back to Chicago. I would probably have to wait hours for the next bus, but anything was better than this. I could crash at Leo’s and BS the check-ins with Margie. I’d have to keep my head down, but I could pull it off. Except there was a chance my grandparents would report me missing, and Margie knew enough about me to find me. Then there would be—

Something hard hit my leg and almost knocked me over. I lost my grip on my duffel bag as I threw out my hands to catch myself. My palms slapped against a white trunk so hard I felt it all the way to my shoulders.

A car. A freaking car had almost run me over!

Was this the universe’s way of flipping me off?

The driver’s door flew open and a girl around my age sprung out. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I can’t believe—! Are you okay?”

I swore and shoved back from the car, palms stinging. “You almost ran me over!”

She clapped her hands over her mouth. “I am so, so sorry. I didn’t see you. I didn’t think anyone was out here.” Her hazel eyes were so wide it would’ve been funny if I wasn’t so mad. Music throbbed in my ears in time with the ache in my leg but didn’t come close to blocking out her voice or my irritation.

“Is that what they teach you out here in the boonies? Just assume no one’s there and hope you don’t kill someone?”

“Are you okay?” She reached a hand toward me but quickly drew it back. “Oh my gosh, did I hurt you?”

“You freaking hit me with a car!” I slapped my palm off the trunk.

“Hey!” She tried to push my hand away, but I’d already moved it. “What was that for?”

“I don’t know, maybe you trying to kill me.”

“I wasn’t trying to kill you.” She crossed her arms, shock and concern giving way to frustration. “I didn’t see you. If I had—”

“You would’ve gunned it?”

Her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “Do you want me to run you over?”

That was unexpected. And oddly . . . entertaining. It’s the kind of thing Leo would have said when he wasn’t in the mood for any of my crap. Anger and annoyance still crowded in my chest, but a swirl of amusement wiggled between them.

My eyes cut across her face, taking in her round features and fly-away ponytail. Golden-brown hairs had come loose, framing her sun-tanned face, and freckles lightly dotted her nose and cheeks. She was a good head shorter than me, but what she lacked in height, she made up for in attitude. Her glare skimmed over me, giving me the once-over. She didn’t seem impressed by my ratty jeans or faded Silent Theory t-shirt.

The song in my ears changed as I matched her stance, crossing my arms over my chest. “You know, making death threats is a crime.”

“So is vandalism.”

 I raised an eyebrow at that. “Vandalism?”

“You hit my car.”

“And you hit me with your car. Pretty sure the judge would be on my side.”

She dragged a breath through her nose, color flushing her cheeks. “Who do you think you are?”

“I think I’m a guy who’s lucky to be alive, with you loose on the streets. I mean, I figured this place would be the death of me—I just didn’t realize how literal that fact was.”

Goodreads Summary

Mason’s life is far from perfect, but it turns out it can get worse. When his mom ends up in prison, he’s shipped off to the middle of nowhere. Apparently he’s got grandparents—parents of the father he knows nothing about. Mason’s not interested in bonding with these newfound grandparents. He just wants to survive until his eighteenth birthday so he can escape this backwater town and finally be free.

Emily is struggling to keep what’s left of her family from falling apart after a horrible accident stole her mom. She has enough on her plate with mothering her younger siblings and protecting a secret that could destroy everything, when she runs into Mason—literally. Her life doesn’t need more complications, and this distractingly attractive, clearly damaged boy promises nothing but trouble. Still, she can’t help but be drawn to him.

Mason and Emily are opposites in nearly every way, but neither can deny the attraction between them. Mason knows he isn’t good enough for her, and Emily knows she should stay away, but that doesn’t stop the pull they feel toward each other. Their tentative relationship is threatened when Mason is put in the crosshairs of the local gang and the town sheriff. Mason and Emily will have to decide what they really want—and if they’re willing to fight for it.

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Wednesday, November 8, 2017

The Ghost Chronicles by Marlo Berliner - Spotlight/Excerpt

 
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The Ghost Chronicles 2
by Marlo Berliner
Young Adult Paranormal
Paperback & ebook, 384 Pages
October 17th 2017 by Teddy Blue Books

**If you love ghost stories and the paranormal, then THE GHOST CHRONICLES series is the perfect new read for you!**

What's there to fear if you're already dead?
Plenty.
Michael and Sarah now know for certain, there is a destination after death.
They also know they better find their way out of the afterlife fast, before the devil claims Michael's soul.
What they don't know?
Before they can get to heaven...
they may just have to go through hell.

*Inspired by the legend of a haunting at the famous Angel of the Sea bed and breakfast in Cape May, NJ*

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Excerpt

Michael and Sarah usually spent the early morning hours in the parlor, before the sun came up and the guests started moving about.
Restless for some reason, he had come down first today. He loved the early morning stillness of the Angel of the Sea before everyone awoke. His favorite thing to do was to sit on the porch outside, just gazing at the ocean across the street.
Sarah had lingered upstairs for a moment or two while she made her usual morning rounds and checked in on the guests. It was one of her old habits, so he left her to it.
A few minutes later, she came rushing down from the second floor and into the parlor.
“I thought I saw some dark shadows through a window upstairs,” she said hurriedly, twisting her hands. “They were moving around the back of the house near the bike racks.”
Steeling his courage, he began to draw in energy from every source in the room. “I’ll take a look. Go back up to the bedroom and stay there until I tell you it’s safe to come out,” he commanded.
Without another word, she darted back up the staircase.
Preparing to defend Sarah and the Angel of the Sea, he flew outside circling the perimeter of the house, but no demons seemed to be in sight. Oddly, he didn’t sense their presence either. After two or three more passes he decided all was well and there was no threat.
Ghosting back into Sarah’s bedroom, he skidded to a sudden stop.


Other Books in the Series

The Ghost Chronicles
by Marlo Berliner
Young Adult Paranormal
Paperback & ebook, 298 Pages
November 17th 2015 by Teddy Blue Books

Can Michael get to heaven before the devil gets him first, and if it means leaving Sarah is he sure he still wants to go?

Michael Andrews had everything – a loving family, a great girlfriend and a promising basketball career. That was before the accident that took his life. Now, he’s a ghost, wandering among the living, struggling to understand why he’s stuck. All he wants is to move on.

That is until he meets Sarah, an attractive young girl who died just as tragically as he did. The only trouble is falling in love and binding oneself to another soul is forbidden, for it may keep one or both of the souls bound to earth for longer than they should be.

To make matters worse, there’s also a danger in going too far with Sarah, because the “joining” of two souls in the afterlife is also strictly forbidden and they don’t know what will happen if they do go that far. Each time they touch they can feel the boundaries of their energies slipping perilously into one another.

Things get even more complicated as Michael learns he’s being pursued. Demons are after him because he’s a marked soul, a soul the devil wants very badly for some unknown reason.

So, maybe falling in love in the afterlife isn’t such a good idea.


About the Author


Marlo Berliner is the award-winning author of THE GHOST CHRONICLES, her debut book which was released in November 2015 to critical acclaim. Marlo writes young adult, women’s fiction, and short stories. Marlo is represented by Eric Ruben of The Ruben Agency.

When she's not writing or editing, Marlo loves reading, relaxing at the beach, watching movies, and rooting for the Penn State Nittany Lions. After having spent some wonderful time in Pittsburgh and Houston, she’s now back in her home state of New Jersey where she resides with her husband, two sons, and a rambunctious puppy named Max.


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Monday, April 7, 2014

Spell Fire (Teen Wytche Sage #3) by Ariella Moon -- Excerpt/Interview

Spell Fire (Teen Wytche Saga #3)

Author: Ariella Moon

Publisher: Astraea Press

Published: October 2013

ISBN13: 9781623352228

ebook: 241 pages

FTC FYI: Received a PDF from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

Goodreads Summary  

New school. New friends. New reputation. High school sophomore Ainslie Avalon-Bennett works hard to hide her Crazy Girl past. But as long as her best friend’s disappearance remains unsolved, she can’t shake the depression and obsessive-compulsive disorder that once landed her in a mental ward.

Ainslie’s tenuous control over her life shatters when her warring parents ditch her at Christmas. While they take a cruise to “work things out,” Ainslie must spend the holiday with her aunt and uncle, owners of a struggling Mystery School and occult store. Plunged into the world of fire fortunes, dragons, entity eaters, and an ailing spell book, Ainslie is well beyond her comfort zone. Then she meets Thor, a seventeen year-old dragon shaman. He spikes her pulse and calms her OCD. But will she lose him once he discovers her past? Or will Thor’s deadly secret, hidden in plain view, be their undo-ing?


My Review

I was approached to be on the blog tour for this book, but the timing just wasn't right.  I did, however, think this book looked fun and I was right.  So, I was thrilled when Astraea Press was looking for bloggers to host some of their authors.  

Spells by Ariella Moon is a fun book with great characters.  I really enjoyed how Ainslie came to know herself and her parents better by spending time away from them.  (That may not make sense until you read the book :)  Ainslie was able to overcome some her own issues as well, all while opening her mind to spells.

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Author Interview


1. How long have you been writing?

When my daughter started kindergarten, I began work on my first manuscript. By the time she graduated from high school, I had completed three manuscripts and gone through two agents. All of my manuscripts won numerous awards, but Spell Check was the first to sell.

2. What gave you the idea for the series?

The Teen Wytche Saga began with the thought, "What if someone aimed a love spell at their best friend's secret crush?" Then, as I wrote Spell Check, I knew Salem, the school goth, had to have her own story. In Spell Struck, I built on the sibling rivalry and mental illness issues I had hinted at in Spell Check. I realized the key to the Saga would be the spell book that continually morphs into different types of magic. In Spell Fire the series takes off in a different direction with many new characters. It acts as a bridge between the first two books and the upcoming 4th and 5th books.

3. What is your favorite genre to read?

I love lots of genres and tend to read everything by one author before I move on to the next. I read a lot of Young Adult,including the Hunger Games, but also devoured Gail Carriger's steampunk Finishing School series and her Alexia Tarabotti novels. Once I finish reading the novels I'm judging for the Prism Awards, I'll return to reading Divergent.  Can't wait!


Spell Fire Excerpt 


I found a patch of sunlight where I could sit with my back against the wall and pulled out The Scarlet Letter. I kept my head down while Uncle Esmun arrived and took his seat. Years before Sophia's disappearance and my descent into the rabbit hole, I had sat in on a few of Dad's business meetings. I knew the protocol. Be quiet and inconspicuous. Don't interrupt the adults; they have important business matters to discuss. Only these adults were discussing the tarot cards they had drawn from a deck in the center of the table.
I tried to concentrate on Hawthorne's book, on Hester's vengeful husband who'd practiced medicine under an assumed name. But Hazel was telling the rest of the group she had just returned from Cornwall, England and had brought each of them a gift. I wondered what it could be. Seashells? Photos of quaint cottages?
ʺI have a pixie for each of you.ʺ
Right. Like you could get those past customs.
ʺHow nice of you, Hazel,ʺ Aunt Terra said.
I thought back to what I knew about pixies. Weren't they supposed to be a) extremely troublesome and b) not real?
Hazel sashayed up to each Board member, starting with Cerelia, and acted like she was putting a pixie in their hands or on their shoulder. As she progressed around the table, some members oohed and aahed as if she was a three-year-old showing off a crayon drawing. When she approached Evie's grandmother, the tote vibrated, rattling the glass table. Hazel faltered, her expression uncertain. She dropped back, and the rattling stopped. Brimstone smells hissed through the closed zipper. Cerelia shrank back.
Evie's grandmother pointed a warning finger at the tote. ʺStop it. Don't be rude.ʺ
My jaw dropped. Thor glanced at me, then flicked his gaze back to the tote. It stopped emitting smoke.
Uncle Esmun rubbed his nose. Hazelʹs head wobbled as if she were figuring out her next course of action. She still cupped her hand as if she carried an invisible pixie.
Hello! Did you not notice the real magical object in the room?
Seemingly unable to drop the pretense, Hazel advanced toward the alientologist. He ignored her and scribbled in his little notebook. Thor politely rebuffed her. Both rose at least twenty degrees on my Guy Approval Meter.
I checked my watch. The meeting had started forty minutes ago. Nothing had been accomplished. No one had addressed the tote situation. My face warmed again. I shifted position. Instead of sitting against the wall with my legs straight in front of me, I sat cross‑legged and hunched over my book. A tugging sensation rippled between my shoulder blades.
Thor glanced my way.
The more I thought about how much Aunt Terra and Uncle Esmun must need every cent the store and mystery school could generate, the more energy swelled behind me. Warmth radiated from my face. My whole body felt as if it was glowing. I tried to distract myself by flitting back to my book and my lengthy homework assignment list.
I couldn't concentrate.
Hazel had reached Aunt Terra and delivered what I hoped was the last pixie. She pivoted and spied me. The energy behind me compacted. It crackled with huge warrior/ninja/dragon chi — alert and ready to strike. The thought of straightening up and backing into it set the fine hairs on my forearms and nape on end.
Thor's eyes met mine. Our gazes locked, and I swear he did a Zen mind meld. Soothing waves of chi — energy — flowed through me. The brimstone stink evaporated, replaced by the calming scent of lavender and sage.
Hazel's gaze swiveled from me to Thor, then back to me. Looking buffeted by an unseen wind, she silently returned to her seat.
The corners of Thor's full lips curved upward. Two urges warred within me — the desire to leap across the room and kiss him, and the urge to arch my neck and breathe fire.
Thor's smile widened.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Imperfect Love by Rebecca Talley -- Spotlight/Excerpt


Imperfect Love
Imperfect Love
Lauren Wilson is well on her way to her happily-ever-after. She has a career she loves, a husband she adores and a baby on the way, but a devastating diagnosis changes everything. The life she’s built suddenly crumbles around her when her husband insists she choose—the baby or him.
Returning to her small hometown to rebuild her shattered life, Lauren crosses paths with Ethan Campbell, the man who stole her teenage heart. The old attraction is still there, but Lauren won’t admit it to anyone—least of all herself. Her only priority is providing a life for her child, and she can’t afford to get it wrong. Ethan is confusing everything, including stirring up feelings she’s not prepared to face. Will she spend her life raising her baby alone or is the family she’s always wanted finally within her reach?

rebeccaAuthor Rebecca Lynn Talley
Rebecca Lynn Talley grew up in the gorgeous seaside city of Santa Barbara, CA. She met, and married, her husband, Del, while attending Brigham Young University. She graduated from BYU with a degree in Communications. She currently lives in rural Colorado on a small ranch with a dog, too many cats to count, and a herd of goats. She and Del are the proud parents of ten wildly-creative, multi-talented children.
Rebecca is the author of a children’s picture book, Grasshopper Pie (WindRiver 2003), a children’s chapter book, Gabby’s Secret (DuBon Publishing 2011), four novels, Heaven Scent (CFI 2008), Altared Plans (CFI 2009), The Upside of Down (CFI 2011), and Aura (DuBon Publishing 2012). She has also authored numerous children’s stories and articles for both print and online magazines.
When she isn’t writing, Rebecca loves to date her husband, play with her kids, swim in the ocean, and dance to disco music while she cleans the house. She has folded at least one million loads of laundry, baked hundreds of batches of chocolate chip cookies, and eaten 5,478 gallons of ice cream.
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Excerpt 

When she arrived home, Lauren checked her phone. No text from Paul. Opening the refrigerator, she decided to try to resurrect the dinner from last night, even if she had to eat it by herself. No need to waste a perfectly good meal.

She reheated the steak and the potatoes, and just as she was setting them on the table, Paul opened the front door and came in with a bottle of champagne in his hands. 

“Guess what?”

“I don’t know.” Lauren was so happy to see him, she didn’t care what he had to say. She’d finally be able to tell him.

“We won the Jackson case.” He hugged her and picked her up off her feet.

She laughed. “That’s great.”

He set her down. “I’ll say. It was a huge case too. And because of my investigations into the Durhams, we won the case.” He grinned, his hazel eyes sparkling.

“I’m proud of you.”

He opened the cupboard and found two wine glasses. “Let’s celebrate.”
Lauren bit her lip. “I want to celebrate, but I think I’ll skip the champagne.”

“Huh? Why?” He gave her a perplexed expression.

Lauren grabbed her purse and pulled out the baby bottle. Without a word, she handed it to Paul.

“What’s this?” With a bewildered look, he read the card attached to the bottle. 

“Wait… what?”

Lauren nodded, her smile so wide it hurt her cheeks.

“We’re going to… you’re… we’re having a…” The happy questions hung over them like a bouquet of fresh roses.

“Yes. We are.” Her heart beat with rapture.

Paul collapsed onto a kitchen chair and raked his hand through his hair. “Wow. I don’t know what to say.”

Ignoring his body language, Lauren said, “That you’re as thrilled as I am.”

“Well, yeah. Of course.” He sat back against the chair, looking as if he’d lost all the air in his lungs.

“But?”

“I didn’t expect this. I’m surprised.” He gazed at her, the baby bottle rotating in his hands.

“Surprised in a good way, right?” She held her breath, waiting for his answer.

“It’s just that I’m so busy at work trying to open this new office and… but this is great news.” He stood and pulled her in for a hug.

“Really?’

“Yes.”

“You’re sure?”

He looked at her, “Yeah.”

Lauren tried not to let her disappointment in his reaction show. What had she expected, exactly? Cartwheels? Hollering at the top of his lungs? Dancing? Singing? Probably not, but at least a little more enthusiasm.

“Lauren?” Paul said.

“We’ve been trying for a while, and it’s finally happened. I wanted you to be—”

“I’m totally happy about it.” He embraced her again. Maybe she’d expected too much from him.

“I’m not sure of the date. I’ll call tomorrow and make an appointment to see the doctor. Can you come with me?” She wanted Paul to be there with her every step of the way. This was their baby, and she wanted them to share everything together.

He stepped back from her. “I really want to, but we’ll have to see what my schedule is like.”

She nodded, trying to keep her emotions in check. “Okay. I’ll let you know.”
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Monday, November 11, 2013

Dead Dreams by Emma Right -- Excerpt Post


On Tour with Prism Book Tours...



Dead Dreams (Dead Dreams, #1)Dead Dreams
by Emma Right
250 Pages

Eighteen-year-old Brie O’Mara has so much going for her: a loving family in the sidelines, an heiress for a roommate, and dreams that might just come true. Big dreams--of going to acting school, finishing college and making a name for herself. She is about to be the envy of everyone she knew. What more could she hope for? Except her dreams are about to lead her down the road to nightmares. Nightmares that could turn into a deadly reality.

Dead Dreams, Book 1, a young adult psychological thriller and mystery





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Excerpt:


EXCERPT #11

Chapter Six

 

The first night the burglar broke into our home, I was wiped out and zonked out of my skull. Susan Summers at Stay Fit had called in sick last-minute, and I’d had to add two hours to my unearthly morning shift, after which I couldn’t even grab lunch before I had scoot to Starbucks, driving like a mad duck in my Mini Cooper. Friday afternoon was an especially busy time for Starbucks. Forget about time to down a latte or two to keep my eyelids from drooping.
The moment I got home at eight, I stuffed my mouth with leftover pepperoni pizza, cold from the refrigerator, and practically crawled to the shower before hitting the sack. A bag of potatoes would have looked more awake than I did.
“Brie, wake up,” Sarah whispered as she shook my arm vigorously.
Who is she afraid of waking with all that whispering? I was the only one in the bedroom. I glanced at my bedside clock. The green light of the digital claimed it was three ten. Or, I should say, already three ten, since I always dragged myself out of bed at four thirty to brace myself for Stay Fit.
Then, even in the dimness, I noticed her eyes were glistening. “What’s wrong?” Was she ill after all?
“Shhh! They could still be here.” “They? Who?”
“Shhh! Them, they, he….” She broke off, sobbing.
I turned on the bedside lamp, and she struggled, intending to stop me. I jerked back when I saw her face. Blood dripped from one side of her head.
“My God! Sarah!” I exclaimed, even though I wasn’t the believing-in-God type. My parents were to be blamed for my aversion to God. Too many inconsistencies and unanswered questions. “What happened?” Her eyes welled up with tears, wild, looking about like a frightened deer.
“They’re—he’s after me. He’s going to kill me.”
“Who?” I jumped to my feet and rushed to the door. Thank goodness she’d shut it. I placed my ear to the doorjamb and listened. Were the burglars still outside? Sarah sobbed uncontrollably. Too loudly. “Shh! Sarah, are they still here?” I shook her in a vain attempt to keep her calm.
“Just one man. I don’t know. I rammed the door into his face when he dragged me by the hair.” She rubbed at a spot on her head. “I think he left, maybe.”
“We have to call the cops.”
“No, no, please. You can’t.” She pulled my arm when I reached for my yellow duffel by the foot of my bed, where my cell phone lay.
“We mustn’t. You don’t get it. Todd!” She said under her breath.
Todd? This was no ordinary sibling rivalry. This was beyond me. Sarah was hiding something. Regret filled me. I should have done some background search on her, as my mother has advised. Maybe one of those criminal checks could have saved me some grief, I told myself. What if she was a new release from a mental ward? How could I have confirmed she was sane and not suffering from schizophrenia?

To be continued... 







Emma Right

Emma Right is a happy wife and homeschool mother of five living in the Pacific West Coast. Besides running a busy home, and looking after too many pets, she also enjoys reading aloud to her children and often has her nose in a book. Right was a copywriter for a major advertising agency during her B.C. years. B.C.meaning “Before Children,” which may as well have been in the B.C.era, as she always says. Please feel free to contact Emma. She’s always happy to hear from her readers.





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10/29: Launch
10/30: My Seryniti - Excerpt #1
10/31: My Devotional Thoughts - Excerpt #2
11/1: Mel’s Shelves - Excerpt #3
11/4: The Bookish Fairy - Excerpt #5
11/5: My Love for Reading Keeps Growing - Excerpt #6
11/6: Tressa’s Wishful Endings - Excerpt #7
11/7: Nocturnal Predators Reviews - Excerpt #8
11/8: The Pensive Chronicler - Excerpt #9
11/10: kimberlyfaye reads - Excerpt #10
11/11: Min Reads and Reviews - Excerpt #11
11/13: Colorimetry - Excerpt #13
11/14: fundinmental - Excerpt #14
11/15: Bookworm Lisa - Excerpt #15
11/17: Sylv Jenkins Author - Excerpt #16
11/18: The Wonderings of One Person - Excerpt #17
11/19: Buried Under Books - Excerpt #18
11/20: Grand Finale