Joyce Magnin's Blog, page 21

The Fear of the Kybash

Here's the thing. I love my mother, but some things are just too weird to forget. To say Flossie was an unconventional mother is like saying, The Grand Canyon is just a hole. I have a list of "my mother never dids about a mile long." For instance, my mother never did teach me the proper way to cook potatoes, wash dishes, comb my hair, wash my feet or well, pretty much do anything when it came to just your average life. But still, my mother, for all her unusualness was one of the funniest most...

The Eye of the Spud

Here's the thing, I blogged about apples and how many flipping varieties of apples exist on planet earth. So I checked. There are over 7500 known varieties of apples worldwide. "KNOWN" mind you. Does this mean there are renegage apples out there waiting to be discovered? Are apples cross breeding without the Dept.of Agriculture's knowledge? This could be scary folks if the apples ever manage to take over. All those eyes staring at you. I'm not so much worried about aliens as I am apples takin...

Just How Many Apples Do We Need?

I read an article this morning about Apples. It never occurred to me until now that there are people who spend their working hours developing new varieties of apples. My question is why? Just how many varieties of apples do we need? This new apple is called the SweeTango. I reckon it has something to do with it's sweet and tart flavor yet it apparently maintains the crispness of the Honeycrisp which is wildly popular. Who knew? The SweeTango was made by crossing the Honeycrisp with the Zestar...

The Real New Year

I suppose I should have posted this yesterday but I got so excited about the Library Journal review I didn't. Anyhoo, September 1 is for me anyway, the real New Year. It's weird but January 1 seems like the middle of the year for me. I like September 1because everything starts anew and fresh, new school year, new/and put-away fall clothes--digging out the sweat shirts and jeans, the smell of wood smoke in the air, going to Linvlla Orchards for apples and pumpkins, buying back to school clothe...

Wowie Zowie

I am thrilled to tell you all that The Prayers of Agnes Sparrow has received a starred review from Library Journal. With a picture and all. I am so excited.
You can check it out here. If you want.

It's a Squirrely Conspiracy

Squirrels are eating my trashcans. This does not seem like good squirrel nutrition to me. I thought they liked acorns and nuts. But Rubbermaid? I know they are really after the tasty goodness burried inside the can--leftover meatloaf, corn, and the occassional moldy bread. But if this were really the case and they were only burrowing THROUGH the lid to get to the garbage then wouldn't I see bits of trashcan all over? I don't. So I can only conclude that the rodents are consuming the plastic. Whi

What The . . .?

Let's just file this under What the Heck?

Fab Review from Library Journal

Wow! This is such fun. Thank you Library Journal

This unusual first novel introduces two quirky sisters who live in their family's funeral home in the town of Bright's Pond, PA. Griselda Sparrow is protective of the overweight (as in 600 pounds) and often-taunted Agnes. One day, however, Agnes decides to confine herself to their home and devote herself to praying for the townspeople. When her prayers start to produce miracles, the town takes notice—a development that only complicates the sisters'

Release the Hounds

Forget Waldo. Find Agnes! All you have to do is find Agnes Sparrow on a table in Barnes and Noble, snap a shot of you and her and send it to me. I will choose one grand prize winner to recieve a copy of the book and a map and "several" (i'll decide how many later) people to win maps of Bright's Pond.
Go forth and seek out Agnes. I know she's somewhere. Find her. Please. Someone find Agnes. Release the hounds!

Special thanks to Rita Gerlach. Oh, find her book and buy it. Suurender the Wind. Yay,

These Rock!

I'm just saying. Very Tasty.