Congrats to Karen K., who won Samuel Park’s This Burns My Heart.
From the 2011 Debs…
Deb Eleanor is thrilled to announce she has absolutely no events this week!
Deb Kim is happily at home after 3 days in Cleveland for book events.
Both Deb Sarah and Deb Eleanor will be at the Pulpwood Queens Girlfriend’s Weekend in January in Jefferson, TX, along with Friends of the Debs Meg Waite Clayton (The Four Ms. Bradwells), Rebecca Rasmussen (The Bird Sisters), Caroline Leavitt (Pictures of You), and Therese Fowler (Exposure), and a long list of other fabulous authors. Check out the whole schedule here!
Deb Elise is very jealous that Deb Sarah and Deb Eleanor get to hang out together in January! She’s also still open-mouthed that her book seems to have come out a good two weeks before its debut date. She’s thrilled… but feels a little like she went into labor before the crib arrived!
Deb Tawna is in the same boat as Deb Elise, with her book on shelves and shipping out to buyers over two weeks early. Since Deb Tawna is a big fan of author Carl Hiaasen, she was tickled pink this week by a glowing review in Booklist this week that proclaims, “Fenske’s off-the-wall plotting is reminiscent of a tame Carl Hiaasen on Cupid juice.” Deb Tawna would like to point out that “cupid juice” sounds deliciously filthy.
Friends of the Debs
Deb Dish — The Debs’ Favorite Summer Vacation Memories
I loved going down the shore (that’s not a typo, I’m from Philly). My grandparents had a condo down the boardwalk from the Atlantic City casinos, and I remember my sister and I doing shows for them on the boards.
While I have so many wonderful memories of summer vacations, because I’ve been writing so much, I’ve been thinking recently about the summer vacation when I started writing The Weird Sisters. I was teaching at the time, so I spent the summer going to the gym, reading, and creating the world of Barnwell, Ohio and the Andreas family. It was magical.
Family legend… When I was a kid, my Mom seemed to like this one architect, or maybe it was a builder, called Schultz Homes. Can’t find them, Googled it to death. In the late 1960s we drove from Massachusetts to TOLEDO, OHIO to see one of these homes. I still can’t get a lucid reason out of my parents as to WHY we drove over 700 miles to see… a house… we would never live in. The 60s were the decade of the road trip I guess! The big joke from the trip is that someone who shall remain nameless (Dad!) had a gas incident in the hotel room. To this day, when we hear, Toledo, we think of…. farts.
I’m the child of two teachers, so summers were always extra-special in our family since my parents had the entire summer to spend with us. We did a lot of camping, hiking, and trips to the Oregon coast to stay with my grandparents.