World Book Day meme!

World Book Day meme–gacked from mrissa

The book I am currently reading: I just finished re-reading _Two Much_ by Donald E. Westlake and haven’t started another off the to-read queue.

The books I am currently writing:
(YA adventure with witchiness) APRIL, MAYBE JUNE. Requested full with agent as a result of winning the Golden Rose contest. I have not heard from the agent, actually, and am tweaking the middle.
(Romantic suspense/ghost story/technology story) LOVE IS THE BRIDGE (formerly SONG FROM THE HEART). This one is still stalled in mid-haunting for some reason.
(Screwball comedy/romance with suspense-type plot) IN THE PUNDIT’S CORNER. This one is sort of on the back burner, but occasionally I return to it during lulls.

The book I love most: The King James Bible. The language is the standard that everything else used to be compared to. Yes, it’s archaic NOW. However, there is much to be learned from its eloquence. Once, it was required reading for students of literature. But anyway, the next choice is a good dictionary such as Webster’s Third New International or the OED. You could browse such a tome forever and keep learning.

My “favorite” novel is _To Kill a Mockingbird_. I can see how people might prefer Gatsby or one of the Steinbecks, but I’m Southern.

The last book I received as a gift: I wish people would gift me with books. (Instead of the desk calendars and useless trinkets that they find at the dollar store, which is what they usually resort to.) Hubby always goes out and gets some electronic gadget and adds to it some piece of costume jewelry that catches his eye. Generally there is a Hello Kitty component, or sometimes frogs. When I was a child, my grandmothers would send me Bobbsey Twins books. There was a VERY long series and there was always a new one or one I hadn’t read. Classmates used to give each other the “Peanuts” books such as _Happiness Is a Warm Puppy_ or the softcover collections of strips–or maybe even Nancy Drew books, after we had read all the Bobbseys. Of course, back then you could buy a hardcover children’s book at the supermarket or discount store for a couple of dollars, and a softcover went for sixty cents to a dollar. I think perhaps the last time I got a book was a couple of Christmases ago when a co-worker gave me a fantasy novel that wasn’t my cuppa.

The last book I gave as a gift: I always give people books, although I don’t think too many of them appreciate that. My aunt did, and so the last book I gave her was one she’d asked for–_When God Laughs With You_ or something like that. She had seen a TV show where Tim Conway had promoted it. I suppose the last book I actually gave was the Christmas book to hubby. I think it was OLD MAN’S WAR by John Scalzi. I knew he hadn’t read it, and he only reads fantasy/SF.

The nearest book on my desk: _Scout, Atticus, and Boo_. It’s a collection of essays about what _To Kill a Mockingbird_ means to people. I happened across it at the Borders closing sale; I had first seen it on my aunt’s coffee table when we were in Sherman after the funeral of my OTHER aunt.

Generally it would’ve been some kind of reference book. But you caught me carrying this one around.


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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