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March 20th, 2019 Posted 7:55 am


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One Week From Today


March 19th, 2019 Posted 8:19 am


Sneak Peek


March 18th, 2019 Posted 8:03 am

Queenie describes some pre-Christmas goings-on in RUFF VS. FLUFF (coming March 26 and now available for preorder – middle-grade but available to adults with fake ID):

“Arthur! No! Stop!”

That was Harmony. But too late. Anything the slightest bit unusual—like the sight of Elrod crawling out from under the tree—is enough to get Arthur going. It was all so, so predictable: Arthur’s sudden change of direction, ripping tufts of wool off Mom’s favorite rug with his clumsy claws; then his all-paws-off-the-ground-at-once sprint toward Elrod, the split log dangling out one side of his mouth; followed by a series of Arthur-type decisions, all customarily demented; and ending with the tree toppling down on Elrod, Harmony, Bro, and a pretty crystal flower vase, Mom’s favorite. But not on Arthur, who stood just outside the circle of destruction, his tail still wagging, although slower now, as though beginning to have doubts. I made a mental note concerning those tufts of rug wool, now readily available, then closed my eyes and settled into that nap, which was what I should have done from the start.


The Tutor


March 17th, 2019 Posted 7:54 am

One of the week’s big stories reminded us of this book, so since on Sundays we’ve been doing beginnings of all the Peter Abrahams novels including those under the Spence pen name, why not look in on Scott and Linda, the parents in THE TUTOR (2002), just before the hiring of the tutor:

“There’s always Amherst or someplace like that,” Scott said.

“Amherst? Are you dreaming? Forget Amherst. You can forget Trinity, for God’s sake.”

“Forget Trinity?”

“Forget NYU, forget BC, forget BU, even. Don’t you get it? The SAT ranks every kid in the nation. Seventy-fifth percentile means there are hundreds of thousands ahead of him, maybe millions. The good schools can fill their classes without going anywhere near Brandon. We screwed up.”

[“His prose is elegant by any literary standard.” – L.A. Times]


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