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Friday, May 31, 2013

Book Review: Where It Began

Where It Began

by Ann Redisch Stampler

Book Review

So, this isn’t a review site. Duh. But it is my site to discuss things that are important to me and this book is going to fall into that category. It was one of those books that when you finish you look the author up because you want to see the face of the person who wrote such beautiful words. Her name is Ann, just FYI. I wish I knew her. I wish I could call her on the phone and just talk to her. The way she writes makes me feel like I’m laid out on a hammock at my granny and papa’s, swinging back and forth in a cool breeze. Whatever the character is feeling, Ann has a way of pulling us right along with them and not necessarily by the words they say but how they say them and when. Love her writing.

The book itself chronicles the recovery of a teen named Gabby who has been in a horrific car accident. She lives in LA and while she herself has money, goes to school with kids who have way more than she does and gets caught up with the ‘in crowd’ when her mom decides it’s time for a makeover. The story itself isn’t earth shattering. It’s good, I like the point behind it and the characters but what blew me away was the writing. I mean, what else would you expect from a woman who says something like: “That folk tales last forever because they're so good, and that with great simplicity and wisdom, the best ones map the human heart.” on her Amazon page? Genius, I tell you. The woman is a genius.

Go read the book.

That is all.

See! Doesn't she look so nice?? Here are her links if you want to check her out, which you do. 
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Friday, May 10, 2013

Some Kind of Beautiful

There is a certain kind of beautiful that I know I'll never be. You know, the kind of beautiful that stops people mid-sentence and people write songs about. It’s the kind of beautiful that never has to be qualified, like 'oh you have such lovely eyes' or 'what a pretty face you have.' Just lovely. Just pretty. That is the kind of beautiful that I'll never be. I struggle with this on a daily basis, bombarded by images of women who are airbrushed and photoshoped and have nothing to do but workout and focus on themselves. To be clear, I don’t blame the women. If you have a god-given talent (mine is writing, some people have their face) then you should use it. I blame the media and society for allowing these things to continue on and perpetuate this notion of how women should be. I’m sure it’s possible to walk right past these images and not allow them to bother you in the least and I can do that on a good day. Today is not a good day. Being a woman is hard. Being honest with yourself is even harder.

So, hi, BTW. I’ve been gone for a while. No, I’m not dead – just working on my life. Smack in the middle of edits of Playing With Fire, it is a much more strenuous process this time and I’m very glad for it. My editor, her name is Farrah, is super calm and understanding. I’m like, flipping out and she’s like, ‘All is well, Christy.’ LOL The book is up on Goodreads and here is the link should you be so inclined to add it to your TBR list:


I’m excited for this one. I want to redo my website and throw some PR around. Have you heard that saying: you have to have money to make money? That is a true saying. I don’t really have any upfront capital to invest, nor do I have any willing investors, so promoting will come down to me, my laptop, and some long nights begging for blog tours and praying for reviews. It will be worth it though, in the end. I can feel it in my bones.

I promise not to stay away so long next time.
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