From the 2011 Debs…
Deb Eleanor’s The Weird Sisters has its first review! Library Journal calls it “lovely”, with “creative and original” narration. Woohoo!
Deb Kim is into countdown mode for her book launch on November 1st. Excited and a bit nervous. OK, a lot nervous!
Deb Sarah’s latest Real Simple article, The Winter Washing Guide (how and when to wash all your favorite winter weather staples), is out this month in the November issue. Deb Sarah would just like to note that a lot of laundry was done in the researching of this article.
Elixir, the book Deb Elise co-wrote with Hilary Duff, will be released THIS TUESDAY! Hilary is doing tons of press this week, including The Today Show on Monday and Live With Regis and Kelly on Tuesday. For all the info about the book, reviews, and Hilary’s tour dates, check out the Elixir portion of Deb Elise’s Website.
Deb Tawna recently contributed to an article on The Best Writing Exercises over at The Divining Wand blog (which is operated by a beloved friend of the Debs, Larramiefg). There are some great ideas from authors in a wide range of genres, so stop by and check it out.
Friends of the Debs…
If you love YA, you’ll go nuts for The Naughty Book Kitties. Read Brent’s reviews and you’ll feel like you’re dishing with your best friend — your ridiculously young best friend who is so much more together than his age would imply. Brent’s a self-professed “fifteen-year-old gay boy, cheerleader, shopaholic, and aspiring literary agent” who is incredibly passionate about YA books. He’s confident in himself and in his opinions, which are astute, honest, and incisive. If you have any interest in YA whatsoever, check it out — you’ll love the visit.
Deb Dish — The Debs’ Worst First Dates
We were set up purely as business associates, I was positive he was gay, and was absolutely loving the evening and my new platonic BFF and biz-buddy… until he tried to kiss me in a manner akin to a plunger working a nasty clog out of a toilet. Yeesh.
He wore a beret. And a vest. In 2001. It was problematic.
I married him. How bad could it have been? (Chapter one! When your life goes from Plan A to Plan X, as in “The X Files…”)
The guy I went to the movies with in the ninth grade who stared at the side of my face the entire time hoping to catch me without a piece of licorice in my mouth. He wanted to kiss me. And I didn’t want to kiss him. My passive way of avoiding the smooch? I ate a gazillion pieces of licorice. After the flick, he said, “you sure love licorice, don’t you?” I had horrid stomach ache.
It was a first date with guy I wasn’t that into, so I almost choked on the car ride to the movie theater when he smiled and asked, “Would you mind if I gave you a lot of kisses?” I stammered. I flushed. I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t shout, “there’s no way in hell I’m kissing you now, buddy!” Finally, he put me out of my misery by telling me to look in the glove box. I opened it up to find a big bag of Hershey’s Kisses. Had I really liked the guy, I might have found it clever and cute. Instead, I just wanted to fling open the car door and leap into the path of an approaching truck.