32 Expert Reviewers on How to Choose a Good Book

32 Expert Reviewers on How to Choose a Good Book

A fun announcement!

Here’s a silly (and informative) new video on HOW TO CHOOSE A GOOD BOOK. 32 “expert” reviewers give you the low-down on choosing good books by answering five simple questions.

 

 

 Or feel free to click here to view it on YouTube:

How to Choose a Good Book

Enjoy!!

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Shutta

Tracy Bilen: Cover reveal for WATCH YOUR BACK

Tracy Bilen: Cover reveal for WATCH YOUR BACK

WatchYourBack

 

I am soooooo excited to show off the cover of a friend, Tracy Bilen’s upcoming novel: WATCH YOUR BACK. Isn’t it great? If you’re looking for well-written YA/Teen mystery-thrillers with a dash of romance . . . Tracy’s books are the ones you have to read.

Here’s the scoop:

When sixteen-year-old Kate hears the boom that ends her parents’ life, she doesn’t even realize it has anything to do with her. Until the police arrive at her front door.
Sent to live with her aunt at a ski school in Vermont, Kate tries to adapt to her new life. But then Kate’s aunt is hit by a speeding car and a rogue FBI agent tries to force Kate into his car at gunpoint. She’s saved by Ryan, the risk-taking skier she’s only just met.
 
On the run, the two must unravel the truth about her parents’ murder in order to stop a terrorist plot and save their own lives.
Way to go, Tracy!
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Enjoy!

Shutta

Missing Dad

Missing Dad

Dad in hat, about 1949

 

A poem about traveling to Kentucky for Dad’s funeral.  Miss him!

FUNERAL PROCESSION

 

December is leafless—

and the ridges south of the river reveal scars.

The snow resting on their flanks is dry and airy.

It slides off bony-shouldered outcroppings

like a thin hospital gown, and gathers in the folds

of the mountains.

 

We are following the rail lines south.

The rail lines follow the river.

The river follows the curve of mountains.

The mountains follow the corded veins of coal.

 

We drive into the coming night

following Father’s coffin home.

Lights flicker on in the coalfields.

Along the railroad track cracked coal,

as sharp as a man’s dying, await loading.

 

I trace these mountains against my heart.

They are old and crook-backed,

and as knotted with sorrow as my father’s hands.

I push my knuckles—hard—into my chest.

This night is overwhelmed by hush;

the faded hospital gown slipping,

the breath falling . . . and falling away.

Shutta