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review 2018-02-22 19:04
Pains Me to Do This: Memoir is Sprawling & Confusing Think Chronological Order Would Have Fixed
Where the Past Begins: A Writer's Memoir - Amy Tan

I have been reading Amy Tan since I was a teenager. I still have hard copies of her books on my shelf. I was annoyed the other day when I realized that somehow my copy of "The Joy Luck Club" went missing and had to go out and purchase another copy. I have been waiting for weeks now to get this copy of her memoir from the library. I was initially pretty happy with the memoir, but it was a very hard read to get through.

 

"Where the Past Begins" I have to say does give you insight into some of Tan's most famous works such as "The Joy Luck Club," "The Bonesetter's Daughter", and "The Kitchen God's Wife." You find out that she used her mother and maternal grandmother for inspiration for some of her characters. For example, the story in "The Joy Luck Club" that follows An-mei Hsu that tells about how her mother was raped by a rich man and forced to become his concubine/fourth wife. We find out that a similar situation happened to Tan's grandmother.

 

When the memoir gives you glimpses into the events that have shaped her stories, the book really shines. I had more problems when the book took on things that I think would have better served being cut such as Part V Reading and Writing and a portion titled "I Am The Author of This Novel."

 

I am fascinated by Tan's family's history and the strongest portions of the book really are when she talks of her mother and even her father. It sounds like her parents had to struggle to be together and then when they came to America there were still issues that Tan's mother was trying to overcome. Some of the incidents sounded very shocking, and one wonders how she can keep going on as she had with seemingly no bitterness. 

 

I also didn't realize that Tan's father died when she was a teen as well as an older brother. I think if we got a straight forward memoir that I would have enjoyed this more. I think jumping back and forth chronologically made things confusing. We also had Tan including the same information about her mother and maternal grandmother in different sections which made the book feel a bit repetitive. I outright disliked one of the chapters, Chapter Ten Letters to the Editor. It is just emails back and forth between her and her editor. 

 

Tan includes some insight into the Shanghainese and what makes them so different. I really enjoyed that she included pictures of her family as well as drawings that she has done. That tipped things up enough for me to give this two stars. 

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text 2018-02-22 14:27
Reading progress update: I've read 100%.
Where the Past Begins: A Writer's Memoir - Amy Tan

Wow. This was rough going. I could not get into this one at all. Probably because it read more like excerpts from Tan's life. The book jumps around a lot and that doesn't help either. There were some chapters I flat out skimmed and or skipped because I could not get into them.

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text 2018-02-21 11:00
Facts About Me: Too Many WIP's - Part 1

I'm a notorious busy bee. I can never stop, even when I'm already in the middle of something, so I usually have at least four or five WIP's (works in progress) on the go at once.

 

Here's a quick glance at some that I'll be working on throughout 2018. And, because I'm so bad at starting a story and not finishing it, or coming up with new ideas when I'm supposed to be doing something else, there are too many for one post, so keep an eye out for more, in the future.

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He never thought the end of the world would be a fresh start. He never thought that a simple political move would bring about the end of days. He never thought an archaeological dig would see humans become the lesser inhabitants of the earth.

Waking up alone in a hospital is just the start of Hudson's nightmare. What follows is a search for the truth, his missing boyfriend, and a way to survive this new world.

 

 

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When a relationship goes sour, sometimes running away is an instinctive reaction. Sometimes begging can be a regret that stays with you. And sometimes, no matter how you react, you look back and wonder just what on earth you were thinking.



When Noah bumps into his first love years later, the begging, pleading, screaming scene he created the night they broke up rushes back to haunt him. What he's left with are the lies we tell ourselves about what we saw, what happened and just whose fault it really was.

 

 

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A band in a world of their own.



Answering an ad on the Forums for a lead singer to his favourite band is a dream come true for Felix. Until he arrives to meet them and discovers that not all the band members are happy to see his personal robot A.R.E.N. or discover that he has a Talent.

It's going to take some persuasion, but he might just be able to open their eyes to their ruined reputation through the Sectors. He could show their fans that he can be a better singer than the guy who wrecked their reputation in the first place. All he needs is the chance to show what he's got.

Because, despite their name, Pleading Ignorance could be the best home he's ever known.

 

 

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Dante was raised in a gang environment. He was raised with expectations of taking over the gang, just as soon as he turned of age. But he didn't want to live his life by the gun, fighting over egos and territory.

At the age of eighteen, he escaped into the army, with the help of the one man who should have been his enemy...Cassius. Leader of a rival gang, he shouldn't be the only friend Dante has. He shouldn't be his first crush. He shouldn't be anything to him, much less the architect of his escape.

So when his military career crashes after two years, Dante is forced to return home to the same pressures, the same expectations and the same dangers he thought he'd left behind. And the only person who can save him from his family legacy is the one man who is more dangerous than all the rest. To Dante's life...and his heart.

 

 

 

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Bennett was never cut out to be a nanny. He studied to be a teach of special needs kids, but working as a live-in nanny for a family with a young boy with special needs is about as close as he could get.

He just never expected his new boss to be the same guy he had a one night stand with on Halloween. While they were both dressed up in costumes that mean his new boss has no idea who he is. Or what they shared together.

When Bennett is unmasked, it may be the best...or worst...thing of his life.

 

 

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text 2018-02-12 07:05
Release Blitz - Decadent Desires

 

We are so excited to be sharing the release of DECADENT DESIRES by New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Tawny Weber. Fans of paranormal romance won't want to miss this sexy new novella. Be sure to grab your copy today!

 

 

 

About DECADENT DESIRES:

 

Bedtime Bliss is on the menu when a guy used to fighting dragons has to awaken a beauty of her own power, and the magic of sensual delights before the Valentine’s Ball. But can she accept the repercussions of magic and her duty to family? Or would it be easier to return to the sweet bliss of sleepy obliviousness where life is simple, love is a myth and magic is reserved for fairy tales?

 

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Read an excerpt from DECADENT DESIRES:

 

Well, this definitely wasn’t starting out the way Rose had planned.

 

Instead of a boringly anonymous hotel room or even her office, she’d spend the next two weeks working in a stranger’s apartment over a café that challenged her on levels she didn’t quite understand.

 

Instead of greeting an old friend, the man who’d help her with the biggest challenge of her career, she’d been tossed into a sea of lust.

 

And now, rather than an easy nice-to-meet you introduction to Sam’s friends, she’d been kicked in the gut with a cacophony of emotions that she couldn’t understand. Oh, she could identify them. Fear, longing, hope, confusion. But she didn’t understand the actual cause, and she definitely didn’t understand what to do about them.


Wait, she supposed.

 

Just wait until they made sense.

 

But even as she thought that, Rose bumped into Sam.

 

“Sorry,” she gasped. “I didn’t realize you’d stopped.”

 

He took her hand as if to keep her from falling back down the stairs and laughed.
That laugh filled her with something. Something so powerful and energizing and confusing that she could only blink.

 

Then he pulled her up a step so that she was on the landing next to him. He squeezed her hand, and the feel of his fingers wrapped tight around hers sent tingles through her. The sort of tingles that made her think naked thoughts. Naked, hot bodies tangled together thoughts.

 

“Welcome to your new home away from home,” Anja said, gesturing to the open door on the right of the landing.

 

And giving Rose a clear view of why Sam had stopped.

 

Shock had a way of doing that to a person.

 

It was a good sized apartment. Living room, a dining nook separated from a cozy kitchen by a jut of countertop. The view outside the window was as good as one could ask in San Francisco, with the Golden Gate framed by sheer curtains. The problem was, even sheer, day-glow orange curtains were guaranteed to make you blink twice.

 

As if in a trance, Rose stepped around Sam, past Anja’s welcoming arm and into the living area. Eye-watering or not, it was a welcoming space. Welcoming, and something else.

 

Wondering how many ways she could feel off balance, Rose tried to breathe calmly, even though the air felt as if it were filled with a shimmer of glitter. If she squinted, she could almost make out the color of the shimmers.

 

Crazy, she realized, shaking her head to dismiss the idea. Her mother had always called her over imaginative, bemoaning her fascination with silly things like magic and fairy tales and energy work. By the time Rose was ten, she’d learned to put away all of that nonsense and to focus her imagination on something useful.

 

So why was this room bringing that all back again?

 

It had to be that old lady’s comment about her grandparents, she realized. Her shoulders relaxed, the tension shifting as she made the connection. And now that she knew, she could ignore the silly ideas of energy and magic in the air and focus on reality.


With that in mind and her chin high, she turned to give Anja a warm smile.

 

“It’s a lovely room.”

 

“If you say so,” the brunette laughed. “I’ve always thought of it as a bit of kaleidoscope myself.”

 

“And where better to create a game of fun and adventure than a kaleidoscope.” When Rose glanced at Sam, her lips twitched a little at his stunned expression. Maybe he wasn’t quite ready for working in a kaleidoscope?


Before she could ask, he seemed to shake it off and turned to thank Anja. While he made arrangements with her for meals and talked about getting together to catch up and visit later, Rose wandered the room.


It was unique, to say the least. Like something you’d have seen in a teenager’s room in the seventies, but with an extra kick of woo woo. Images of tarot cards woven into a tapestry on the wall, candles and crystals everywhere, incense burners and hanging glass in the shape of moons all added to the woo.


But they still didn’t explain the feeling in the air. Rose took a second to breathe it in. She’d never felt anything like it, yet it was a familiar memory.


Before she could reach back and find it, though, Anja called out her goodbyes. Manners awoke, Rose hurried back to the door to do her social duties.

 

Then, suddenly, it was just her and Sam.


Alone.


In this funky apartment.


She stared at Sam, noting the look in his dark eyes, the way his smile stretched those tempting lips. He had the most amazing cheekbones. On a sigh, her gaze drifted to his shoulders, down those biceps and over his chest. Even more amazing than his cheekbones was his body.


She wanted that body.


Rose cringed, wondering what had got into her. She never looked at men like this. She never thought about—much less obsessed over—sex ever before in her life.


Maybe it was reaction to the room? She’d never been around this much faux fur and velour before, either. Could it be some weird sort of allergic reaction?

 

 

 

About TAWNY WEBER:

 

New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling author of more than forty-five books, Tawny Weber writes sassy, emotional romances featuring hot alpha heroes. Stories with a dash of humor and a whole lot of sexy attitude! A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes, and her very own hero husband, Tawny enjoys papercrafting, gardening, spending time with her family and dogs.

 

Fans are invited to check out Tawny’s books at her website, www.tawnyweber.com. For extra fun, join her Red Hot Readers Club for goodies like free reads, complete first chapters, recipes, insider story info and much more.

 

 

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url 2018-02-05 22:34
Tips on writing

The idea that one must wait for inspiration to write is a fallacy. 

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