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Thursday, June 30, 2011

Snippet. Maybe.

I keep wanting to post a snippet from my current WIP, which I am oh so proud of in all its ghostly and snarky humor glory. But for the first time EVER I am experiencing major book selfishness, ie: I CANT LET ANYONE WHO HASNT PLACED THEIR HAND ON MY LAPTOP AND SWORN AN OATH READ IT BECAUSE THE AWESOMENESS WOULD DIMINISH OR SOMETHING.

So you understand then why I don't post a snippet. Lest the universe collapse around my book.

But what I CAN post, and what I thought you'd all appreciate, is a list of curse words I've compiled for my MC. She's Jewish, see, and while she's not a perfect Jew, she does harness the awesomeness that is the Yiddish language. In other words, today you will learn some Yiddish! Because when you're insulting someone, it's best to do it in the language of God's people. Amen.

Alter kahker – someone who is lazy/useless
Chutzpah – something unbelievable
Kibbitz – to butt in
Putz – fool, jerk
Shlemazl – chronic bad luck
Shlemiel – socially unadjusted person
Shmeer – spread on food

And my personal favorite:

Shmuck – a, um, certain part of the male anatomy. Namely a certain part of a certain part of the male anatomy that is sometimes removed. And sometimes not. Google it.

Dontcha feel smarter now? Start sprinkling your every day speech with such fantastically tongue-rolling Yiddish words as this and you'll be well on your way to being a friend all your friends envy. Probably.

Monday, June 27, 2011


So, Jill has a cover, ya'll. And can we talk for a moment about cover lotteries, and how much win Jill has in hers?

I mean, LOOK AT IT.

The cover says it all. Sometimes you just can't look away.

For those wondering what such a gorgeous cover could be hiding within itself, here's a summary:
Vee Bell is certain of one irrefutable truth—her sister’s friend Sophie didn’t kill herself. She was murdered.

Vee knows this because she was there. Everyone believes Vee is narcoleptic, but she doesn’t actually fall asleep during these episodes: When she passes out, she slides into somebody else’s mind and experiences the world through that person’s eyes. She’s slid into her sister as she cheated on a math test, into a teacher sneaking a drink before class. She learned the worst about a supposed “friend” when she slid into her during a school dance. But nothing could have prepared Vee for what happens one October night when she slides into the mind of someone holding a bloody knife, standing over Sophie’s slashed body.

Vee desperately wishes she could share her secret, but who would believe her? It sounds so crazy that she can’t bring herself to tell her best friend, Rollins, let alone the police. Even if she could confide in Rollins, he has been acting off lately, more distant, especially now that she’s been spending more time with Zane.

Enmeshed in a terrifying web of secrets, lies, and danger and with no one to turn to, Vee must find a way to unmask the killer before he or she strikes again.