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March 14, 2011


Hi all!

Exciting news.  I've launched my brand new blog, which is now incorporated into my website. Followers of my Livejournal blog could not be carried over, so please visit the new blog and feel free to follow me there. I will not be posting any new content here on LJ, but you will be able to access my archives.

You can access my new blog through my website www.beccafitzpatrick.com or directly at http://proudtobeya.blogspot.com/  (this url will be changing soon).

-Becca
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Published on March 14, 2011 01:49 • 3,212 views

March 3, 2011

Just a heads-up that I'm in the process of moving my blog over to my website, so if things look a little wonky during the next couple of weeks, that's why!

Hope to have the new blog up and running shortly.

-Becca

P.S. Does anyone know how to export my LJ entries to a new blog? Ideally, I'd like to be able to transfer everything over. Any insight is greatly appreciated :)
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Published on March 03, 2011 19:04 • 683 views

February 23, 2011

Yesterday I blogged about first love and SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD. Today I am giving away two signed copies of SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD + a $20 iTunes gift card.

How to enter: 

Take a picture of the back of someone's head. Anyone's head. It can even be your head. Post the picture on your blog, your Facebook wall, Tweet the picture, just stick it somewhere online.

Explain that the picture is an entry to win a copy of SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD

Complete the entry form by clicking here (Sorry, it won't let me embed it.)

Easy-peasy. The contest runs through Friday March 4, after which I will notify the winners via email.

And, yes, if you want to use this contest as an excuse to take a picture of some guy you've secretly crushed on for months, fine by me. Apologize to him and roll your eyes, and explain there's this contest you really want to win, but first you need a picture of the back of his head. If he asks why his head, tell him the photo has to be of a guy with blond hair. (If he's blond. Adjust the details accordingly.)
 

 

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Published on February 23, 2011 16:57 • 1,085 views

Yesterday I blogged about first love and SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD. Today I am giving away two signed copies of SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD + a $20 iTunes gift card.

How to enter: 

Take a picture of the back of someone's head. Anyone's head. It can even be your head. Post the picture on your blog, your Facebook wall, Tweet the picture, just stick it somewhere online.

Explain that the picture is an entry to win a copy of SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD

Complete the entry form by clicking here (Sorry, it won't let me embed it.)

Easy-peasy. The contest runs through Friday March 4, after which I will notify the winners via email.

And, yes, if you want to use this contest as an excuse to take a picture of some guy you've secretly crushed on for months, fine by me. Apologize to him and roll your eyes, and explain there's this contest you really want to win, but first you need a picture of the back of his head. If he asks why his head, tell him the photo has to be of a guy with blond hair. (If he's blond. Adjust the details accordingly.)
 

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February 22, 2011

If I were to rank the questions I receive from readers, What should I read next? definitely makes the top ten.  Later this week I'll blog about books I've read recently and adored, but today I want to talk about just one book:  SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD by Lindsey Leavitt.  Lindsey and I have been friends for a long time, and we finally got to meet in person last month, when I drove out to Park City to spend time with her and a few other authors.  She gave me a copy of SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD, and I spent the next 274 pages laughing myself to pieces.  Talk about revisiting high school.  Cute boy, check.  Awkward family moments, check.  Slightly overenthusiastic bff, check.  Sarcasm and wit in spades, check.  

I think I've mentioned before that I don't watch movie trailers because I want to be surprised, and likewise, I don't often read back-cover blurbs because, again, surprise is key.  So all I'm going to say about SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD is in this romance, the cute boy doesn't turn out to be a fallen angel/zombie/werewolf/wizard.  He's a normal guy.  A guy so real he'll probably remind you of the guy you sat behind in (insert high school class). Yeah, that guy.  The one you had a crush on all year but never did anything about.  And probably regretted it for years after.  And after reading SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD, you'll get to experience that ache all over again, ha!

I loved SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD with a capital L, and wanted to do something special to spread the word. Since SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD is about first love, I asked Lindsey if she'd be willing to guest blog about her first love.  Here's what she had to say:




My first love came along when I was sixteen. He was also my last love--my husband. There was a breakup, some time apart, and some boyfriends in between. That story, however, is more of an epic, and Becca only asked me to do a guest post. So let's talk about my first like. Let's talk about my Sean Griswold.

His name was Carson (no it wasn't, but I'm protecting the innocent). I didn't have any classes with him freshmen year, but I'd see him at school events or parties and knew general stuff about him, like what sports he played and who his friends were. Sure, I thought he was cute, but I was a freshman in high school--there were four grades of cute. I don't think we'd ever had a conversation until I was assigned to sit next to him in class sophomore year. Carson would turn around and talk to me before class, and every day I found myself looking forward to those quick conversations. He had this adorable smile that took over his whole face, and I'd count how many times I could make him laugh. Sometimes I'd sit by him at lunch and he'd eat my fritos. Sometimes he'd wave at me during volleyball practice. All safe, fun flirting. Nothing big.

And then it got bad. Stomach-wrenching, back-of-the-knees sweating BAD. I learned his schedule, developed a Carson radar. I knew he wore his socially conscience T-shirt with the peace sign every Thursday. I went to the mall and sniffed every cologne until I figured out which one was his, then I doused my pillow in his scent (sweet Cool Water, I can't believe I just admitted to that). I had never liked a boy before, not like this, and I physically got ill every time I saw him. My friends called it "Carson fever." During class I was fine, but if I turned the corner and saw him in the hallway, I would run the other way. I had to be prepared. Girls, I'm not even kidding---I wrote out possible conversation starters. 

This went on for a few months until something happened to sabotage the non-relationship. Carson started to like me back.

Or maybe he'd liked me all along, I don't know. Regardless, his flirt meter kicked up a notch. He was re-assigned to the seat behind me, and he started to put his feet up on his desk. Or, oddly enough, sometimes he'd stick them on me. In books, boys say and do the right things, but life? Stinky shoes on shoulders. The first couple of times I'd laugh about it, but then the schtick started to bug me. And the peace sign shirt he wore was ugly. And his smile was just so... big. 

One day, I kind of snapped at him when he did the shoe thing, and he said, wounded, "When did you start to hate me?"

"I don't hate you. But... your shoes are on my list."

And then all the magic was gone. I'd see him in the hallway and give a quick nod. No butterflies. Nothing. I hated myself for feeling that way and wondered if the authenticity of my "likeness" was all fake. I wondered if I'd ever be able to like a boy again because I clearly didn't know how to control or maintain my feelings.

The summer came and went, and Carson was there next to me again, in another class junior year. I wasn't in "like" with him anymore, but I wasn't annoyed with him either. When I stopped focusing on the flirting and how close his hand was to mine, I grew to realize Carson was a really great guy. We never dated. We never hooked up. But I'm grateful my Carson crush. Not only did his high school ghost whisper to me while I wrote SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD, but he taught me a lot about the difference of LIKE and LOVE. And, of course, if I was still hung up on Carson, I would never had that historical first date with the funny boy in my physiology class. But, like I said, that's another story.


Becca again.  So now the only question is...who was your first love?  Permission granted to share your deepest, darkest secrets :)

I'll go first.  My very first crush happened in the sixth grade.  His name was Todd J. and he sat next to me in reading class.  He was smart, cute and a little nerdy.  On Valentine's Day he wrote me a poem about how much he liked my glasses.  I don't remember what I gave him in return.  Fortunately, as far as I know, he never blogged about it...

 




    

    
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Published on February 22, 2011 19:50 • 550 views

If I were to rank the questions I receive from readers, What should I read next? definitely makes the top ten.  Later this week I'll blog about books I've read recently and adored, but today I want to talk about just one book:  SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD by Lindsey Leavitt.  Lindsey and I have been friends for a long time, and we finally got to meet in person last month, when I drove out to Park City to spend time with her and a few other authors.  She gave me a copy of SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD, and I spent the next 274 pages laughing myself to pieces.  Talk about revisiting high school.  Cute boy, check.  Awkward family moments, check.  Slightly overenthusiastic bff, check.  Sarcasm and wit in spades, check.  

I think I've mentioned before that I don't watch movie trailers because I want to be surprised, and likewise, I don't often read back-cover blurbs because, again, surprise is key.  So all I'm going to say about SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD is in this romance, the cute boy doesn't turn out to be a fallen angel/zombie/werewolf/wizard.  He's a normal guy.  A guy so real he'll probably remind you of the guy you sat behind in (insert high school class). Yeah, that guy.  The one you had a crush on all year but never did anything about.  And probably regretted it for years after.  And after reading SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD, you'll get to experience that ache all over again, ha!

I loved SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD with a capital L, and wanted to do something special to spread the word. Since SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD is about first love, I asked Lindsey if she'd be willing to guest blog about her first love.  Here's what she had to say:




My first love came along when I was sixteen. He was also my last love--my husband. There was a breakup, some time apart, and some boyfriends in between. That story, however, is more of an epic, and Becca only asked me to do a guest post. So let's talk about my first like. Let's talk about my Sean Griswold.

His name was Carson (no it wasn't, but I'm protecting the innocent). I didn't have any classes with him freshmen year, but I'd see him at school events or parties and knew general stuff about him, like what sports he played and who his friends were. Sure, I thought he was cute, but I was a freshman in high school--there were four grades of cute. I don't think we'd ever had a conversation until I was assigned to sit next to him in class sophomore year. Carson would turn around and talk to me before class, and every day I found myself looking forward to those quick conversations. He had this adorable smile that took over his whole face, and I'd count how many times I could make him laugh. Sometimes I'd sit by him at lunch and he'd eat my fritos. Sometimes he'd wave at me during volleyball practice. All safe, fun flirting. Nothing big.

And then it got bad. Stomach-wrenching, back-of-the-knees sweating BAD. I learned his schedule, developed a Carson radar. I knew he wore his socially conscience T-shirt with the peace sign every Thursday. I went to the mall and sniffed every cologne until I figured out which one was his, then I doused my pillow in his scent (sweet Cool Water, I can't believe I just admitted to that). I had never liked a boy before, not like this, and I physically got ill every time I saw him. My friends called it "Carson fever." During class I was fine, but if I turned the corner and saw him in the hallway, I would run the other way. I had to be prepared. Girls, I'm not even kidding---I wrote out possible conversation starters. 

This went on for a few months until something happened to sabotage the non-relationship. Carson started to like me back.

Or maybe he'd liked me all along, I don't know. Regardless, his flirt meter kicked up a notch. He was re-assigned to the seat behind me, and he started to put his feet up on his desk. Or, oddly enough, sometimes he'd stick them on me. In books, boys say and do the right things, but life? Stinky shoes on shoulders. The first couple of times I'd laugh about it, but then the schtick started to bug me. And the peace sign shirt he wore was ugly. And his smile was just so... big. 

One day, I kind of snapped at him when he did the shoe thing, and he said, wounded, "When did you start to hate me?"

"I don't hate you. But... your shoes are on my list."

And then all the magic was gone. I'd see him in the hallway and give a quick nod. No butterflies. Nothing. I hated myself for feeling that way and wondered if the authenticity of my "likeness" was all fake. I wondered if I'd ever be able to like a boy again because I clearly didn't know how to control or maintain my feelings.

The summer came and went, and Carson was there next to me again, in another class junior year. I wasn't in "like" with him anymore, but I wasn't annoyed with him either. When I stopped focusing on the flirting and how close his hand was to mine, I grew to realize Carson was a really great guy. We never dated. We never hooked up. But I'm grateful my Carson crush. Not only did his high school ghost whisper to me while I wrote SEAN GRISWOLD'S HEAD, but he taught me a lot about the difference of LIKE and LOVE. And, of course, if I was still hung up on Carson, I would never had that historical first date with the funny boy in my physiology class. But, like I said, that's another story.


Becca again.  So now the only question is...who was your first love?  Permission granted to share your deepest, darkest secrets :)

I'll go first.  My very first crush happened in the sixth grade.  His name was Todd J. and he sat next to me in reading class.  He was smart, cute and a little nerdy.  On Valentine's Day he wrote me a poem about how much he liked my glasses.  I don't remember what I gave him in return.  Fortunately, as far as I know, he never blogged about it...

 

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February 19, 2011

I've blogged four consecutive days. My goal is seven. I'm going to cheat today and count someone else's video as blogging. I think I can get away with it, especially since I filmed a tiny segment of the video.

 

Every year on Valentine's Day, the Smoochies Awards are announced. The Smoochies honor the best kisses in YA lit, and this year, CRESCENDO won an award! Thanks to everyone who voted for Patch and Nora. I'm not sure exactly which kissing scene won, and I'll leave that up to your imagination! Here are the winners:

 

Best Otherworldly Kiss: CRESCENDO


Best Realistic Kiss: ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS by Stephanie Perkins


Best Overall Kiss: ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS by Stephanie Perkins

 

I've read ANNA and couldn't agree more--it's sexy, quirky and the kissing is electric!  Highly, highly recommended. 

 

Stephanie and I both give our acceptance speeches in the video, hosted by Josh Berk. If you're short on time, my segment starts at 4:30.



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February 18, 2011

I've blogged four consecutive days. My goal is seven. I'm going to cheat today and count someone else's video as blogging. I think I can get away with it, especially since I filmed a tiny segment of the video.

 

Every year on Valentine's Day, the Smoochies Awards are announced. The Smoochies honor the best kisses in YA lit, and this year, CRESCENDO won an award! Thanks to everyone who voted for Patch and Nora. I'm not sure exactly which kissing scene won, and I'll leave that up to your imagination! Here are the winners:

 

Best Otherworldly Kiss: CRESCENDO


Best Realistic Kiss: ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS by Stephanie Perkins


Best Overall Kiss: ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS by Stephanie Perkins

 

I've read ANNA and couldn't agree more--it's sexy, quirky and the kissing is electric!  Highly, highly recommended. 

 

Stephanie and I both give our acceptance speeches in the video, hosted by Josh Berk. If you're short on time, my segment starts at 4:30.



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Published on February 18, 2011 19:26 • 7 views

First, a disclaimer. This is my HUSH, HUSH saga dream cast as of this exact moment. Likely, by tomorrow, I will have changed my mind. So if two months from now you read an interview where I mention a completely different list of actors, don't blame me. Blame my indecisiveness. Also, I want to make it very clear I have not sold the movie rights to HUSH, HUSH so this dream cast is just that...a dream cast.

 

One more thing. I left out Patch intentionally. Read into that however you like.


First up, Leighton Meester as Nora Grey
 

   





Arielle Kebbel as Vee Sky.  Only she'd need to gain about forty pounds...







AnnaSophia Robb as Marcie Millar
 







Channing Tatum as Scott Parnell 

 





Emma Stone as Dabria 







Ed Norton as Hank Millar 







Louis Prades as Rixon.  Only Irish, not French.
 







Gaspard Ulliel as Chauncey Langeais. 
 







Jay Hernandez as Detective Basso 


 




 

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Published on February 18, 2011 17:46 • 11,328 views

First, a disclaimer. This is my HUSH, HUSH saga dream cast as of this exact moment. Likely, by tomorrow, I will have changed my mind. So if two months from now you read an interview where I mention a completely different list of actors, don't blame me. Blame my indecisiveness. Also, I want to make it very clear I have not sold the movie rights to HUSH, HUSH so this dream cast is just that...a dream cast.

 

One more thing. I left out Patch intentionally. Read into that however you like.


First up, Leighton Meester as Nora Grey
 

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Arielle Kebbel as Vee Sky.  Only she'd need to gain about forty pounds...

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AnnaSophia Robb as Marcie Millar
 

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Channing Tatum as Scott Parnell 

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Emma Stone as Dabria 


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Ed Norton as Hank Millar 

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Louis Prades as Rixon.  Only Irish, not French.
 

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Gaspard Ulliel as Chauncey Langeais. 
 

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Jay Hernandez as Detective Basso 

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