Husband: What’re you doing tonight with the house to yourself?
Me: Watching a movie.
Husband: Are you going to invite some girls over to watch it with you? Be social?
Grace Blakely is absolutely certain of three things:
1. She is not crazy.
2. Her mother was murdered.
3. Someday she is going to find the killer and make him pay.
As certain as Grace is about these facts, nobody else believes her–so there’s no one she can completely trust. Not her grandfather, a powerful ambassador. Not her new friends, who all live on Embassy Row. Not Alexei, the Russian boy next door who is keeping an eye on Grace for reasons she neither likes nor understands.
Everybody wants Grace to put on a pretty dress and a pretty smile, blocking out all her unpretty thoughts. But they can’t control Grace–no more than Grace can control what she knows or what she needs to do.
Her past has come back to hunt her … and if she doesn’t stop it, Grace isn’t the only one who will get hurt. Because on Embassy Row, the countries of the world all stand like dominoes, and one wrong move can make them all fall down.
Official cover AND back cover copy AND a two chapter excerpt?! Oh happy day!
All Fall Down: an Embassy Row novel, coming January 27, 2015.
Can. Not. Wait.
Tonight I finally get to watch Captain America: The Winter Soldier, which you, Tumblr, have informed me is a romance. A tale of boyhood friends, separated by time and a society that told them their love was wrong, finally brought together again against all odds. Initially they (literally) fight their feelings, but in the end, love conquers all.
Right? Tumblr would never misinform me regarding what a movie is really about.
I’m going to be 100% honest. This is how I feel about emoji:
Egyptian mythology is best mythology
LOL this is why I wrote about Egyptian mythology, yo.
(Source: lunacswitchyblog, via bethrevis)
Rainy day in Cluj - Napoca , Romania .
Oh man, we never made it to Cluj. Guess we’ll have to go back!
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
W.B. Yeats, “The Second Coming.”
I find myself thinking about Yeats’ “rough beast” a lot of late. Yeats thought a shared apocalypse was nigh. But it seems to the beast comes for us one at a time.
the first poem I ever loved.
"Slouches towards Bethlehem" remains one of the most instantly tangible phrases I’ve ever read. You feel those words. Poetry! Always the best!
scripturientgal said: Hello! I don't want to bother you with my nonsense but I just wanted to inform you that Paranormalcy is one of my favorite books! I absolutely love your writing style and I hope to one day publish a book or two of my own. :) Thank you for your time!
Wait, sorry, was that a little too intense?
Seriously, you sweethearts make me giggle when you think it bothers authors to hear things like this. It super does not.
So: Thank you! I love you! And best best best wishes with your own writing!
My favorite plane-mate of last week’s tour was the sweet Texan grandmother who told me she didn’t keep reading a YA series because “it didn’t have any sex in it.”