Everything about Crystal Woods is poetic, from her name, which sounds like a romantic vacation spot, to her writing, which is always spot on—and thatEverything about Crystal Woods is poetic, from her name, which sounds like a romantic vacation spot, to her writing, which is always spot on—and that spot it’s on is my heart, as her tender and penetrating words resonate deep within my being and leave me feeling loved and warm and hopeful about the world....more
Congrats to @CrystalWoods26, who is the winner of the 2015 Author of the Year Award! She would have won it last year, but that wasn't 2015.
I should tCongrats to @CrystalWoods26, who is the winner of the 2015 Author of the Year Award! She would have won it last year, but that wasn't 2015.
I should think Megha, JR, LeAnne, Tannaz, Jennifer, and Karen all have a great shot at winning the 2016 Author of the Year Award next year, but I won’t know for certain until I see how much cash is stuffed in each of their application envelopes.
Glorious recognition aside, it was a pleasure to see what all these authors contributed to this book. Each has such an eachy perspective on life that you just can’t help but feel they’re writing just for you. And they are, because everyone knows writers are like shameless street performers willing to do anything for a buck, or in this case $2.99.
As a side note, If you’d like to see my sidewalk routine, stop by Beach and 3rd Street from 6:00 PM to midnight. Bring gloves, because your hands will be raw from applause if you don’t protect them. But clapping doesn’t pay the bills, so also remember to bring change, preferably 50s and 100s. Oh yeah, and BUY this book. Support the arts....more
Karlyle Tomms is my new favorite author. Well, behind God, who wrote The Bible. I also think God wrote The Notebook under the pseudonym of Nicholas SpKarlyle Tomms is my new favorite author. Well, behind God, who wrote The Bible. I also think God wrote The Notebook under the pseudonym of Nicholas Sparks, but that is neither here nor there nor in Pennsylvania, where this story takes place.
The story flows as smooth as water, and is as voluminous as Niagara Falls. Don’t try to drink it all in one gulp, lest you drown in its literary glory.
The main character’s name is Lovella, and how can you not love that? Her life struggle takes place in the 60s, a decade I don’t remember—not because I was stoned the whole time, but because I wasn’t born yet. So this period piece was a fascinating time travel experience for me.
Altogether a great read, and I highly recommend it....more
I feel like I was an important part of this book. I feel like the spine, despite it being an ebook, and me being as spineless as a bowl of pudding. GrI feel like I was an important part of this book. I feel like the spine, despite it being an ebook, and me being as spineless as a bowl of pudding. Grab a spoon and see for yourself.
In a blind taste test, nine out of ten Helen Kellers recommended this book. The tenth Helen Keller, well, she probably didn’t hear the question.
In a separate blindfold study, readers were asked to rate this book. All eight of the kidnap victims said this book is the most enjoyable part of their last six days in my basement, and all rated it five stars—without even needing to be tortured that much to produce the desired answers....more
I had a dream about you. At $2.99, you bought this book. For less than a cup of coffee at Starbucks, you saved me from a life of poverty. Then I wokeI had a dream about you. At $2.99, you bought this book. For less than a cup of coffee at Starbucks, you saved me from a life of poverty. Then I woke up from my dream, tired and groggy, and went to Starbucks and bought a cup of coffee that I drank like liquid literature. Do you like sugar and cream in your reading?...more
I read this book in the bathroom, and the sex scenes were so steamy they fogged up my mirror. I know it wasn’t caused by my fog machine, because I unpI read this book in the bathroom, and the sex scenes were so steamy they fogged up my mirror. I know it wasn’t caused by my fog machine, because I unplugged that before I opened the book.
Of all the humor books written this year, this is the best one I’ve read. It’s also the only humor book I’ve read this year, so it’s got that exclusivity going for it.
I love this book like I love a brick and a blanket, which could be used to teach people the value of safe sex. Remember, if you’re going to have safe sex, try not to get locked inside the safe without anybody on the outside knowing the combination.
Here’s a letter I recently wrote to Dora J. Arod concerning Bauvard’s book. Let’s read what I had to say.
I recently fell in love with a book by Bauvard. Is it normal for a reader to want to have sex with an author’s words, but not the author that wrote them?
Jarod Ora Kintz
No, it is not normal. I think you are a pervert and you disgust me. If you were a fish, I’d recommend that you move to the desert and take up cave painting.
From the edge of the darkness, Jackson thought he heard a woman's voice calling out to him.
"Jackson, help me!"
Jackson answered, "Are you talking to meFrom the edge of the darkness, Jackson thought he heard a woman's voice calling out to him.
"Jackson, help me!"
Jackson answered, "Are you talking to me? My name is Jackson J. Jackson, but Jackson is such a common name that I can't be certain your cries for help are directed at me."
"Help! I can't hold on much longer."
Jackson raced forward, ignoring the fact that she may not have been calling specifically for him. If someone needed a helping hand, Jackson would be there to lend his. But before he got there, he needed to stop and give himself a quick manicure. Jackson couldn't lend a hand if that hand wasn't manicured like a mannequin's.
"Help me, please! My grip is slipping!"
"I'm coming," shouted Jackson. "Just pushing back my last pinky cuticle now and I'm off."
And with that, Jackson began running. As he was sprinting through the darkness towards the voice and the abyss, lights from a street vendor appeared. An old man wearing a red and white striped suit and a matching red and white striped top hat called out to him, "Get the latest books, magazines, candy. Read the latest play from Bauvard."
Jackson's chin turned upward as he thought, "Bauvard's got a new play out?" So Jackson stopped to ask the old man how much the Bauvard play cost.
"$4.99—plus tax," replied the old man.
"All I've got is a five-dollar bill. How about we keep the transaction under the table?"
"Uncle Sam doesn't like secrets."
"Help! I'm going to fall to my death," cried the voice.
"Just give me the play old man, " Jackson yelled.
“Not until you account for the tax in this transaction."
"Fine, I'll put it on my card."
"Can't you read the sign? Cash only."
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," cried the voice, as it grew softer and more distant, as if she had finally fallen.
Jackson looked at the old man and started crying.
Tragedy occurred that night, because Jackson was never able to buy and read Bauvard's new play.
Oh, and I guess it's also pretty sad that some strange woman fell to her death. What was she doing out there anyway? I don’t know what she was doing, but I'll tell you what she wasn't doing. She wasn't reading Bauvard's new play, and that's probably what killed her. ...more