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A MIDSUMMER'S NIGHTMARE
by Kody Kepplinger
Showing posts with label Summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Summer. Show all posts
Jun 17, 2012
Showcase Sunday # 19 (I'm Still Alive & Kicking)
Showcase Sunday is a weekly meme that showcases new books (or bookish items) you've received, borrowed or bought hosted by Vicki @ Books, Biscuits & Tea.
First off, I haven't died. School, exams, and the whole hoopla is finally over with now. (Thank goodness!) Which means more time for books! (If only you can see how excited I am right now...I've been so deprived...). Which also translates into more material for blog posts. Plus I have some exciting upcoming giveaways to tell you about which includes an assortment of some pretty amazing signed swag....literally the best swag bag I've ever seen. (You'll see pics of them below)
Book # 1Auracle by Gina Rosati ARC + Awesome Swag Bags
Release Date: August 7th 2012
Source: Author
I must admit that I am a little bias about the cover of this book because I have an obsession with the color blue. Since pre-school every time we had to pick a color I ran to grab the blue before the boys could steal all of them because they denounced every other color as being too girly. And the cover for AURACLE is glaring, oozing, the color blue. My reaction: Can. Not. Resist. I can't wait to dive into this story! I hope my hunch was right that this isn't just a book with a pretty cover.
Swag: When I found out Gina handmade the chain on the bookmark I was felt so touched. I LOVE handmade crafty things. The swag bags also included other things like braclets, magnets, pins, which all came in a little blue bag. Since there were 3 swag bags I will be giving away the others. LOOK out for AURACLE'S REVIEW because I will most likely attach the *giveaway to the end of its post. Thank you Gina!
I bought these 3 books for summer reading. Has anyone read any of these books?
A Thousand Splendid Suns
Pride and Prejudice
The Poisonwood Bible
Aug 1, 2010
How I Came to Be A Writer
It’s August Already?
I woke up today and it was suddenly August, which meant that there was only one more month left of summer. I’m planning on cramming in as much writing as possible before school starts again.
At first I wanted to be a doctor. My aunts and uncles were doctors who wore white long coats and sported a cool Stethoscope around their necks. They got to help people hands on and were getting paid for it. I wanted to be just like them, to wear the same coat, and take care of people in the hospital. When I eventually moved away from the idea of being a doctor I wanted to be a poet. I was fascinated by Shel Siverstein’s poetry and started writing many of my own. By the end of the 4th grade I had 5 notebooks filled with poems on the most random topics, all of them scrawled in my messy middle school handwriting (I could hardly read any of it now).
A year later I had to do a project in school in which we were supposed to write a 10 chapter story. Each chapter had a mission to accomplish. For ex. chapter one would be to introduce the character and the conflict. We had a months time to have the book completed, and typed. Within that month my mind wondered a lot farther than it ever had before, and with every word I wrote I felt the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. I always loved reading books, but actually writing them was an entirely different feeling. I ended up writing more than the recommended chapters so when we all had to bring in our final copies mine was the longest.
That same day my teacher had called me to her desk while the others left for recess. I was scared. Our advanced English teacher was a little stingy and she only called people over to her desk when they were in trouble. She told me to stand beside her and I noticed that she was holding my story in her hands. A small tear escaped her eye and I was beginning to get a bit worried. She asked me if I really wrote it and I replied 'yes'. She told me how it was the best story she had ever read from this project. Then she said to me, “You're going to be an author some day”. The words she had told me were serious, and not at all told in a joking manner. I took me a long while to realize that she really meant it. I mean, I was in the 5th grade-my writing couldn't have been good enough to make a teacher cry, epecially one that hardly showed any emotion at all. It was then that I decided that I wanted to be a writer; that I loved the way it made me feel to see my made-up world come to life on the pages in my notebook.
So how did you decide that you wanted to be a writer?
I woke up today and it was suddenly August, which meant that there was only one more month left of summer. I’m planning on cramming in as much writing as possible before school starts again. Also, tomorrow we’re having a Trailer Launch Party for the release of the trailer for Tell Me A Secret by Holly Cupala. We’re giving away prizes so come by if you want a chance to win!
Who actually knows from childhood that they wanted to be a writer?
At first I wanted to be a doctor. My aunts and uncles were doctors who wore white long coats and sported a cool Stethoscope around their necks. They got to help people hands on and were getting paid for it. I wanted to be just like them, to wear the same coat, and take care of people in the hospital. When I eventually moved away from the idea of being a doctor I wanted to be a poet. I was fascinated by Shel Siverstein’s poetry and started writing many of my own. By the end of the 4th grade I had 5 notebooks filled with poems on the most random topics, all of them scrawled in my messy middle school handwriting (I could hardly read any of it now).
A year later I had to do a project in school in which we were supposed to write a 10 chapter story. Each chapter had a mission to accomplish. For ex. chapter one would be to introduce the character and the conflict. We had a months time to have the book completed, and typed. Within that month my mind wondered a lot farther than it ever had before, and with every word I wrote I felt the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. I always loved reading books, but actually writing them was an entirely different feeling. I ended up writing more than the recommended chapters so when we all had to bring in our final copies mine was the longest.
That same day my teacher had called me to her desk while the others left for recess. I was scared. Our advanced English teacher was a little stingy and she only called people over to her desk when they were in trouble. She told me to stand beside her and I noticed that she was holding my story in her hands. A small tear escaped her eye and I was beginning to get a bit worried. She asked me if I really wrote it and I replied 'yes'. She told me how it was the best story she had ever read from this project. Then she said to me, “You're going to be an author some day”. The words she had told me were serious, and not at all told in a joking manner. I took me a long while to realize that she really meant it. I mean, I was in the 5th grade-my writing couldn't have been good enough to make a teacher cry, epecially one that hardly showed any emotion at all. It was then that I decided that I wanted to be a writer; that I loved the way it made me feel to see my made-up world come to life on the pages in my notebook.
So how did you decide that you wanted to be a writer?
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