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May 24, 2011
Uh Oh, Kindle
Guess who is coming out with another new e-reader? Barnes and Noble, of course. Looks like real competition for the Kindle. It's a little smaller with the same screen size and a half an ounce lighter. The new nook is a little thicker than the kindle but maybe that's a good thing based on RUMORS of screen cracking issues. The pricing is the same as the kindle WiFi, and the new nook is also just WiFi but it comes with a memory card slot. The kindle does not. It also boasts a two month battery life - twice that of kindle.
Now I'm not showing favortism here. I have both a nook and a kindle. I prefer the color nook because I like the backlit screen (as I've blogged about here). It's just interesting, this battle between nook and kindle.
My question is who is going to be the first to bite the bullet and drop the price to less than $100 - maybe even close to $85? It will be interesting to see the result of that. I know I would buy one for my mother at that price. So one more sold. I would also use them in giveaways for my books. Bam, two more sales. But who will be first? Opinions?
Now I'm not showing favortism here. I have both a nook and a kindle. I prefer the color nook because I like the backlit screen (as I've blogged about here). It's just interesting, this battle between nook and kindle.
My question is who is going to be the first to bite the bullet and drop the price to less than $100 - maybe even close to $85? It will be interesting to see the result of that. I know I would buy one for my mother at that price. So one more sold. I would also use them in giveaways for my books. Bam, two more sales. But who will be first? Opinions?
May 23, 2011
New Novel Chapter 2 Excerpt
Here is the next Chapter of my new novel, still unnamed. We should have the cover and blurb ready this week. Keep checking back.
CHAPTER 2 "And the Academy Award for the best animated short film produced by a hungry grad student goes to…" Rachel could hear her heart rushing through her ears. This was it, it had to be. She was the only hungry grad student nominated this year. This was her best film. All her hard work was about to pay off in spades. But why was it taking so long to open the envelope? Wait, why is Gwyneth Paltrow making out with Billy Crystal? Open the envelope! Open the damn envelope! The sound of Billy and Gwyneth giggling into the microphone was slowly replaced by the low hum of an alarm clock. Rachel swore several profanities as her hand slapped at the snooze button in an attempt to put an end to the irritating sound. "Coffee," she said out loud to her empty room. She decided to bypass her usual morning routine of fresh fruit and yoga in light of her heartbreaking loss. Especially since it was probably the only award nomination she would ever get, awake or asleep. As she sat at her desk/art space/kitchen table savoring her heavenly cup-of-joe, her day slowly began to jell inside her brain. Today was Tuesday, which meant video production and calculus. One she loved, the other she loathed. It was heaven and hell in the span of four hours. This was her third attempt at advanced calculus and without it there was little hope of getting a full-time position at Mad Media Animation Studio. She was determined to get a "real job" before she turned twenty five, if for no other reason then to hold her head a little higher when her dad asked her if she needed a little extra cash, you know, to help pay for those two "artsy-type" degrees she got. If it weren't for Justin, there would be not hope at all. He had come to her rescue in the second week of the class, sensing her utter panic. He was incredibly gifted at translating geek. He was also incredibly gifted at annoying her. It was so strange the way he stumbled over every word when he was talking about nothing. But open up a math book and he transformed into a loquacious chatter-box. "Speak of the devil," she said when she heard Sonny and Cher sing out 'I got you babe' from her cell phone. Justin's ringtone was her private joke. It referred to the movie 'Groundhog Day' and Bill Murray's reaction at hearing it every morning at the same time. Reluctantly she picked up the phone and punched the little green button."Hey Justin, you're up early," she could hear his thick nasal breathing on the other end. "I just wanted…um.. Hi Rachel," he said in his usual disjointed manner. "Hi Justin," she said. "You wanted to ask me something?" she prompted when he didn't respond. "Yeah, I…how are you…I mean are you ready for the test?" Rachel knew she was dipping her toe in dangerous waters with Justin. He was obviously not tutoring her for the fifteen dollars she made him take each time. And he wasn't the type to come right out and ask her for a date so they could hopefully move past it. Oh, no. He just kept the possibility of it dangling out there like a smelly gym sock she was constantly having to politely side-step. I've been completely honest! she told herself over and over. But deep down she knew it was going to end badly. It was going to end badly because as annoying as he was, he had a heart of pure gold. He loved kids and dogs. He was finishing some kind of new teaching program designed for inner-city school kids. He was funny sometimes, though not usually on purpose. And under all that God-awful geeki-nes, he was actually kind of cute. "Don't go there, Rachel," she told herself. "Yep, I'm good, Justin. But thanks for calling," she said in an 'I'm going to hang up now' kind of way. "Do you eat? I mean have you…or are you going to eat breakfast…do you want to meet… for coffee?" By the time he got that all out Rachel had finished her cup and was working on a second. "Is something on your mind, Justin?" Be direct, be honest. "Yeah… well…I mean no…not really." "Well I'm glad everything's okay. I've got to get going, tons stuff I'm way behind on. But I'll see you later at class, okay?" "Yeah, okay," he stammered. She ended the call not waiting for his reply. She took a deep breath as she felt the caffeine pumping through veins, accelerating her heartbeat. She walked over to the huge living room window and looked out onto the busy metropolitan street she lived on. It was a gorgeous spring day, perfect for a jog. She knew that her calculus class always went better when she'd had a good workout before hand. It helped keep her calm and focused. Not to mention the fact that she'd wimped out on her yoga this morning. If only she could muster up some motivation. Maybe a jog to the Steam Punk Café for some iced Chai. Yes, that would do it. There had to be a reward in there somewhere or she'd never make it out the door. "Oh crap!" she said out loud. Justin. He loved the Steam Punk. As a matter of fact, he was the one who dragged her in there for her very first cup of iced Chai. "I don't drink weed water," she had politely explained under her breath as they stood in line. "Just trust me," he had said to her with an ear-to-ear grin. Since there wasn't much else on the menu that was fit for human consumption, she let him order – and pay. "Here, try this," he said, his puppy-dog face bright with anticipation. God, he could be so annoying! The taste was unlike anything she had experienced. The exotic spices were smooth, sweet and spicy all at the same time. And after a 4-mile jog, there was nothing more refreshing. She gave a heavy sigh as she imagined the sweet luscious taste now. "Screw Justin!" she said. "I have every right to do whatever the hell I want!" And, of course she could always pretend she was happy to see him. She began her usual pulling dirty clothes from the hamper in search of some decent sweat pants and matching gym socks. As she was rummaging, she noticed a pungent order coming from something in her hand. It was a pair of underwear and a bra that smelled bitter and musty but strangely familiar. She tried to remember the last time she was out bar hopping. It had to have been at least three weeks. Note to self, she thought, tomorrow is laundry day. As she was closing the door on her way out, she felt hot breath on her neck right before a strong hand grabbed her shoulder.
CHAPTER 2 "And the Academy Award for the best animated short film produced by a hungry grad student goes to…" Rachel could hear her heart rushing through her ears. This was it, it had to be. She was the only hungry grad student nominated this year. This was her best film. All her hard work was about to pay off in spades. But why was it taking so long to open the envelope? Wait, why is Gwyneth Paltrow making out with Billy Crystal? Open the envelope! Open the damn envelope! The sound of Billy and Gwyneth giggling into the microphone was slowly replaced by the low hum of an alarm clock. Rachel swore several profanities as her hand slapped at the snooze button in an attempt to put an end to the irritating sound. "Coffee," she said out loud to her empty room. She decided to bypass her usual morning routine of fresh fruit and yoga in light of her heartbreaking loss. Especially since it was probably the only award nomination she would ever get, awake or asleep. As she sat at her desk/art space/kitchen table savoring her heavenly cup-of-joe, her day slowly began to jell inside her brain. Today was Tuesday, which meant video production and calculus. One she loved, the other she loathed. It was heaven and hell in the span of four hours. This was her third attempt at advanced calculus and without it there was little hope of getting a full-time position at Mad Media Animation Studio. She was determined to get a "real job" before she turned twenty five, if for no other reason then to hold her head a little higher when her dad asked her if she needed a little extra cash, you know, to help pay for those two "artsy-type" degrees she got. If it weren't for Justin, there would be not hope at all. He had come to her rescue in the second week of the class, sensing her utter panic. He was incredibly gifted at translating geek. He was also incredibly gifted at annoying her. It was so strange the way he stumbled over every word when he was talking about nothing. But open up a math book and he transformed into a loquacious chatter-box. "Speak of the devil," she said when she heard Sonny and Cher sing out 'I got you babe' from her cell phone. Justin's ringtone was her private joke. It referred to the movie 'Groundhog Day' and Bill Murray's reaction at hearing it every morning at the same time. Reluctantly she picked up the phone and punched the little green button."Hey Justin, you're up early," she could hear his thick nasal breathing on the other end. "I just wanted…um.. Hi Rachel," he said in his usual disjointed manner. "Hi Justin," she said. "You wanted to ask me something?" she prompted when he didn't respond. "Yeah, I…how are you…I mean are you ready for the test?" Rachel knew she was dipping her toe in dangerous waters with Justin. He was obviously not tutoring her for the fifteen dollars she made him take each time. And he wasn't the type to come right out and ask her for a date so they could hopefully move past it. Oh, no. He just kept the possibility of it dangling out there like a smelly gym sock she was constantly having to politely side-step. I've been completely honest! she told herself over and over. But deep down she knew it was going to end badly. It was going to end badly because as annoying as he was, he had a heart of pure gold. He loved kids and dogs. He was finishing some kind of new teaching program designed for inner-city school kids. He was funny sometimes, though not usually on purpose. And under all that God-awful geeki-nes, he was actually kind of cute. "Don't go there, Rachel," she told herself. "Yep, I'm good, Justin. But thanks for calling," she said in an 'I'm going to hang up now' kind of way. "Do you eat? I mean have you…or are you going to eat breakfast…do you want to meet… for coffee?" By the time he got that all out Rachel had finished her cup and was working on a second. "Is something on your mind, Justin?" Be direct, be honest. "Yeah… well…I mean no…not really." "Well I'm glad everything's okay. I've got to get going, tons stuff I'm way behind on. But I'll see you later at class, okay?" "Yeah, okay," he stammered. She ended the call not waiting for his reply. She took a deep breath as she felt the caffeine pumping through veins, accelerating her heartbeat. She walked over to the huge living room window and looked out onto the busy metropolitan street she lived on. It was a gorgeous spring day, perfect for a jog. She knew that her calculus class always went better when she'd had a good workout before hand. It helped keep her calm and focused. Not to mention the fact that she'd wimped out on her yoga this morning. If only she could muster up some motivation. Maybe a jog to the Steam Punk Café for some iced Chai. Yes, that would do it. There had to be a reward in there somewhere or she'd never make it out the door. "Oh crap!" she said out loud. Justin. He loved the Steam Punk. As a matter of fact, he was the one who dragged her in there for her very first cup of iced Chai. "I don't drink weed water," she had politely explained under her breath as they stood in line. "Just trust me," he had said to her with an ear-to-ear grin. Since there wasn't much else on the menu that was fit for human consumption, she let him order – and pay. "Here, try this," he said, his puppy-dog face bright with anticipation. God, he could be so annoying! The taste was unlike anything she had experienced. The exotic spices were smooth, sweet and spicy all at the same time. And after a 4-mile jog, there was nothing more refreshing. She gave a heavy sigh as she imagined the sweet luscious taste now. "Screw Justin!" she said. "I have every right to do whatever the hell I want!" And, of course she could always pretend she was happy to see him. She began her usual pulling dirty clothes from the hamper in search of some decent sweat pants and matching gym socks. As she was rummaging, she noticed a pungent order coming from something in her hand. It was a pair of underwear and a bra that smelled bitter and musty but strangely familiar. She tried to remember the last time she was out bar hopping. It had to have been at least three weeks. Note to self, she thought, tomorrow is laundry day. As she was closing the door on her way out, she felt hot breath on her neck right before a strong hand grabbed her shoulder.
May 21, 2011
Zombie Apocalypse?
Has anyone seen this site? http://emergency.cdc.gov/socialmedia/zombies_blog.asp
In case you don't want to click the link, it is how to prepare for a Zombie Apocalypse as told by the Center for Disease Control. That's right. The government.
Who knew they had a sense of humor?
Personally, I think its a great idea. They got me to click the site and read through on how I should have an emergency plan, which is the point. I wonder how many more hits they had than normal.
They should do this with more stuff, like the IRS page. How to make that funny? How about just peppering the instructions with little comments like 'can you believe you have to pay a tax on this?' or 'Yes another worksheet to see if you should put $658 or$ 662 on line 18b'.
How about it? Any ideas for funny-ing up dry subjects.
In case you don't want to click the link, it is how to prepare for a Zombie Apocalypse as told by the Center for Disease Control. That's right. The government.
Who knew they had a sense of humor?
Personally, I think its a great idea. They got me to click the site and read through on how I should have an emergency plan, which is the point. I wonder how many more hits they had than normal.
They should do this with more stuff, like the IRS page. How to make that funny? How about just peppering the instructions with little comments like 'can you believe you have to pay a tax on this?' or 'Yes another worksheet to see if you should put $658 or$ 662 on line 18b'.
How about it? Any ideas for funny-ing up dry subjects.
May 19, 2011
It's An Instant Satisfaction World
I saw this writer, Jon Ronson, on The Daily Show two nights ago talking about his new book, The Psychopath Test. His interview really peaked my interest because 1) my new book (coming mid June) is a psychological thriller and some of the things he was discussing relate directly to my fiction book an 2) he was very entertaining. A good sign for the writer of a non-fiction book.
I wanted to read his book. So, of course, I checked online and the price is 12.99. High! I downloaded a sample but, by the time all the title and copyright stuff was done, there were only three pages of actual book. Three really good pages. I still wanted this book. So, I did what I always do. I checked the library. They don't have it yet. And there is no sign they are getting it any time soon.
All day long I have been thinking about this book and how I want to read it. I need to read it. It could be research for the final touches on my own book, right? It's been about 24 hours since I first heard of this book and I am so close to just buying it for my nook.Where is my patience? My outrage at the 12.99 price? Oh, it's there. But I want this book.
Is this what the world is coming too? This instant satisfying of every want with the touch of a button? If so, I like it!
P.S. I bought the book.
I wanted to read his book. So, of course, I checked online and the price is 12.99. High! I downloaded a sample but, by the time all the title and copyright stuff was done, there were only three pages of actual book. Three really good pages. I still wanted this book. So, I did what I always do. I checked the library. They don't have it yet. And there is no sign they are getting it any time soon.
All day long I have been thinking about this book and how I want to read it. I need to read it. It could be research for the final touches on my own book, right? It's been about 24 hours since I first heard of this book and I am so close to just buying it for my nook.Where is my patience? My outrage at the 12.99 price? Oh, it's there. But I want this book.
Is this what the world is coming too? This instant satisfying of every want with the touch of a button? If so, I like it!
P.S. I bought the book.
May 17, 2011
Preview of New Book
Here is the first chapter of the unnamed new book by me and my co-writer - more about her later. Feel free to leave a comment.
CHAPTER 1
"I found another one.""It's hardly a surprise that you would find something you spend your days looking for," Dr. Pike said, setting down her pen and leaning back in her chair. They had been through this before."I don't.""Let's not pretend. Aren't we past this?"Patient X didn't answer and Dr. Pike knew there would be no more talking until she apologized. "Sorry, please continue.""It was a man and woman. Too old to be students. Maybe training. Maybe working on a project. Anyway, it was clear she was the boss and he was in love with her.""What made you think that?""It was so obvious. The way he kept looking at her. Hanging on every word. His eyes all over her face. Desperate and waiting, for something, some sign. Even when he was laughing, moving closer, it was there. He wanted her so much." The patient paused, staring out the window. "His eyes were blue. So blue.""And her? In love with him?""No. Definitely no. It was like a sad little dance. He would move in, she would move away. She never touched him. Even when he gave her many openings.""How did you feel, watching them?"The patient paused, as if the answer required thought. "Excited.""Why?""You know why.""Yes, I do. Do you?"No answer."What did you do?" Dr. Pike asked."What I always do. I followed them."
CHAPTER 1
"I found another one.""It's hardly a surprise that you would find something you spend your days looking for," Dr. Pike said, setting down her pen and leaning back in her chair. They had been through this before."I don't.""Let's not pretend. Aren't we past this?"Patient X didn't answer and Dr. Pike knew there would be no more talking until she apologized. "Sorry, please continue.""It was a man and woman. Too old to be students. Maybe training. Maybe working on a project. Anyway, it was clear she was the boss and he was in love with her.""What made you think that?""It was so obvious. The way he kept looking at her. Hanging on every word. His eyes all over her face. Desperate and waiting, for something, some sign. Even when he was laughing, moving closer, it was there. He wanted her so much." The patient paused, staring out the window. "His eyes were blue. So blue.""And her? In love with him?""No. Definitely no. It was like a sad little dance. He would move in, she would move away. She never touched him. Even when he gave her many openings.""How did you feel, watching them?"The patient paused, as if the answer required thought. "Excited.""Why?""You know why.""Yes, I do. Do you?"No answer."What did you do?" Dr. Pike asked."What I always do. I followed them."
May 16, 2011
Getting Ready for a New Book Release
I am very excited because my co-writer and I are wrapping up the final details of our new, still unnamed book. It is a psychological thriller and we expect to put it out mid-June. I will be posting our progress on this blog - namely title, cover and excerpts in the coming weeks so keep checking.
By Friday I will post the first Chapter!
Why not now? Well, it needs to be perfect, right? Once it's out there, it's out there. To quote one of my favorite movies "The internet isn't written in pencil. It's written in pen." Anyone have a guess? Anyone? Put your guess in the comments and I will make it tomorrow's movie quote.
Thanks All!
By Friday I will post the first Chapter!
Why not now? Well, it needs to be perfect, right? Once it's out there, it's out there. To quote one of my favorite movies "The internet isn't written in pencil. It's written in pen." Anyone have a guess? Anyone? Put your guess in the comments and I will make it tomorrow's movie quote.
Thanks All!
May 15, 2011
Sample Sunday May 15
The Hate
(Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes and Noble 99 cents)
"So it is with great regret that I am forced to let the defendant go," the judge said, lowering her gavel. It was over. I know judges are supposed to remain neutral, but the look of disgust on her face spoke volumes. Even though we all knew it was coming, there was still a large outcry from the galleys. I say we like we were all together, but I only knew a couple of people present. The rest had been organized by a victim's rights group tired of laws that let criminals walk. When we heard what was coming, my friend Annie contacted them. Annie contacted everyone; newspapers, talk shows, television. I couldn't help her. I could barely get out of bed. Of course it became a big story here in Colorado. But it only warranted a blip on the national front. I knew the protesters didn't have the same flame of hope I did. That somehow the judge would forget about the law just this one time. She knew what the defendant did. She knew what he was. But she couldn't change the law by ignoring it. The protesters knew and they were ready."Order, Order," she banged the gavel, but they just got louder. "Officers, clear the courtroom." She banged the gavel one last time and left, escorted by a bodyguard. The extra security brought in for this ruling went into action herding people to the door. This wasn't their first experience with this group.I felt the pressure of Annie squeezing my hand. I could feel her eyes on me. I couldn't look at her. I couldn't take the pity I knew would be there. Right now I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't stop staring at him. There he was, his hand gripping his lawyers, causing the sleeve of his ill-fitting suit to ride halfway up his arm. It looked like something his lawyer picked up from goodwill. Despite protests from my friends, I chose to sit directly behind this man. I wanted him to know I was there. I wanted him to feel my hatred, my anger. He glanced back at me, smirking. That bastard was smirking at me. At that moment I knew I would kill him. I knew I would make him beg for his life and then I would kill him. The image appeared in my head like a movie. Maybe he actually felt the daggers coming from my eyes because he stopped smirking and looked away. He shouldn't have killed her. He shouldn't have left me with nothing more to lose.
"So it is with great regret that I am forced to let the defendant go," the judge said, lowering her gavel. It was over. I know judges are supposed to remain neutral, but the look of disgust on her face spoke volumes. Even though we all knew it was coming, there was still a large outcry from the galleys. I say we like we were all together, but I only knew a couple of people present. The rest had been organized by a victim's rights group tired of laws that let criminals walk. When we heard what was coming, my friend Annie contacted them. Annie contacted everyone; newspapers, talk shows, television. I couldn't help her. I could barely get out of bed. Of course it became a big story here in Colorado. But it only warranted a blip on the national front. I knew the protesters didn't have the same flame of hope I did. That somehow the judge would forget about the law just this one time. She knew what the defendant did. She knew what he was. But she couldn't change the law by ignoring it. The protesters knew and they were ready."Order, Order," she banged the gavel, but they just got louder. "Officers, clear the courtroom." She banged the gavel one last time and left, escorted by a bodyguard. The extra security brought in for this ruling went into action herding people to the door. This wasn't their first experience with this group.I felt the pressure of Annie squeezing my hand. I could feel her eyes on me. I couldn't look at her. I couldn't take the pity I knew would be there. Right now I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't stop staring at him. There he was, his hand gripping his lawyers, causing the sleeve of his ill-fitting suit to ride halfway up his arm. It looked like something his lawyer picked up from goodwill. Despite protests from my friends, I chose to sit directly behind this man. I wanted him to know I was there. I wanted him to feel my hatred, my anger. He glanced back at me, smirking. That bastard was smirking at me. At that moment I knew I would kill him. I knew I would make him beg for his life and then I would kill him. The image appeared in my head like a movie. Maybe he actually felt the daggers coming from my eyes because he stopped smirking and looked away. He shouldn't have killed her. He shouldn't have left me with nothing more to lose.
May 14, 2011
Should I buy Game of Thrones?
So I downloaded a sample of Game of Thrones to my Nook and it's good. Pretty good. Now I need help, from those of you who have read it already. Should I buy it? It's a four book series, right? This looks like a big commitment, in money and time. Just the sample has so many characters already I'm going to have to make a list to keep them all straight. But I have heard so many great things about it. Normally I would just consider getting from the library but lately I have been doing all my reading in bed and I can read the Nook in the dark, and not disturbing my husband with that pesky book light.
Anyway, what do you think? Is it worth the time and money? Assume I have the budget to buy one a month but it means that's the only e-book I can buy for the whole month. Types of books I read are mystery/suspense/thriller. I'm not a big fantasy reader though I did love the Harry Potter series (which is not available as an e-book as you well know). I love Lee Child, Harlen Coben, James Rollins.
Thanks for any comments but please no spoilers.
Also, if interested in my book Secrets, but not sure it's for you, links to reviews are in the box to the right. If you decide to buy Secrets, buying through the Goodreads links donates a portion to charity.
Anyway, what do you think? Is it worth the time and money? Assume I have the budget to buy one a month but it means that's the only e-book I can buy for the whole month. Types of books I read are mystery/suspense/thriller. I'm not a big fantasy reader though I did love the Harry Potter series (which is not available as an e-book as you well know). I love Lee Child, Harlen Coben, James Rollins.
Thanks for any comments but please no spoilers.
Also, if interested in my book Secrets, but not sure it's for you, links to reviews are in the box to the right. If you decide to buy Secrets, buying through the Goodreads links donates a portion to charity.
May 13, 2011
Review for Secrets & Chance to Donate
Here is a great review for my ebook Secrets. It is also a great chance, if you are going to buy Secrets anyway, to have a portion of the proceeds go to charity. Check it out.
May 11, 2011
A Book By It's Cover
We all know the saying. Never judge a book by its cover. Ironic isn't it? The one thing we openly judge by its cover is a book.
Is is wrong? Not at all. I just read an article on a reviewing site that said they get 50 requests a day. A DAY. So they narrow down the choices by the professionalism of the request, and that absolutely includes the cover. There are thousands of ebooks available so there has to be some criteria for narrowing it down and the cover is the most obvious way.
The importance of presentation was made very clear to me when I went out to dinner with my family a few nights ago. I rarely buy oranges for my kids because they never eat them. But when we went out to dinner they brought each plate with a half dozen thinly sliced pieces of orange with the peel. The kids devoured them! Same orange - different presentation.
So, what kind of cover catches your eye when looking for a book? Or, what turns you off about a cover?
I'll start. I like a sharp cover. Everything in focus with maybe a symbol or number, bright colors and a clear title, big enough to read clearly.
By the way - interested in a review of my book Secrets? Click Here
Is is wrong? Not at all. I just read an article on a reviewing site that said they get 50 requests a day. A DAY. So they narrow down the choices by the professionalism of the request, and that absolutely includes the cover. There are thousands of ebooks available so there has to be some criteria for narrowing it down and the cover is the most obvious way.
The importance of presentation was made very clear to me when I went out to dinner with my family a few nights ago. I rarely buy oranges for my kids because they never eat them. But when we went out to dinner they brought each plate with a half dozen thinly sliced pieces of orange with the peel. The kids devoured them! Same orange - different presentation.
So, what kind of cover catches your eye when looking for a book? Or, what turns you off about a cover?
I'll start. I like a sharp cover. Everything in focus with maybe a symbol or number, bright colors and a clear title, big enough to read clearly.
By the way - interested in a review of my book Secrets? Click Here
