Bad Book Reviews: One Author’s Reaction

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It is widely known that if you’re fortunate enough to have written and published a book and lucky enough to have people talk about it, comments will run the gamut from good to bad, with many shades of mediocre in between. I say lucky enough to have people talk about it because that’s the point, isn’t it? One of them. In the most basic terms, provoking a reaction is one of an artist’s motivations. And let’s face it; these days if there’s a reaction to anything, God knows, it’s not a private one. We are, as a generation, more public than public was ever meant to be—about everything. So knowing all this up front, as an author, is it possible to prepare yourself for polar reactions?

Yes, I believe you can. However just because you are prepared for this, it doesn’t protect you from feeling unsettled when the bad ones appear like storm clouds over your beach blanket. All the preparation in the world will not shield your ego or arm your teetering self-esteem. What’s worse is if you’re like me, continue reading

Join Me Live in the UK for My Next Book Club!

photo by Kenneth Lu

photo by Kenneth Lu

Hey Book Lovers of the World — The Memory Box Book Club Tour is about to go GLOBAL! You may know I’ve been traveling (virtually) nationwide these past few months attending book clubs that read The Memory Box. Well, I’m about to attend my 1st book club in the UK and YOU’RE INVITED! If you, or someone you know, has read The Memory Box and would like to join me (and the rest of the world) for a book discussion, sign up here (it’s free). There’s a chat room for live interaction, doesn’t that sound like fun? So ask your burning questions, postulate your theories or just be a fly on the wall. We’ll talk about the behind the scenes of writing The Memory Box, we’ll dive deep into the thematic elements and moral dilemmas, we’ll chat about publishing, what’s next, and anything you want to talk about! Feel free to share this with anyone you think may like to tune in on Sunday, November 16 (yes, this Sunday) at 2pm EST, 11am PST, 7pm UK time. I’d love to see you there! Cheers. B.Y.O.S. (Bring your own SnoBalls…)

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http://www.onlinevents.co.uk/event/the-memory-box-eva-lesko-natiello/

Kindle Countdown Deal for THE MEMORY BOX

photo by Seth Dodson

photo by Seth Dodson

Don’t quote me on this, but someone just told me that you can get the Kindle version of The Memory Box today for only $2.99. That’s crazy. All the thrills, chills, twists and turns for $2.99?? AND the shocking ending?? Well, no. Sadly, you don’t get the last chapter for that special price of $2.99. But still, that’s a great buy. Only kidding! Of course you get the last chapter! But sadly, that’s ALL you get. You don’t get the beginning. Or the middle. But still, that’s a freaking amazing price. Only kidding! Of course you get the whole dang thing! The thrills, chills, twists, turns, AND the shocking ending. Now that’s what I call an unpassupable, freaking amazing great deal. AND did you know that you can read a Kindle on any device? Yes. Yes you can. Just download the Kindle app. And Viola! or Voila! (I always mix up those two, but thought I’d leave it for all you flower and/or string instrument lovers out there…) Just download the app and Bam! you can be reading The Memory Box before lunch. Or, if you’re like me, you’ve already eaten lunch, so, before dinner!

photo by Meg

photo by Meg

Which is the best time to start reading a book because then you’ll have the rest of the night to read. Which you’ll want — to get to the shocking ending.

The Night I Slept With Kurt Vonnegut

Did I ever tell you this story? No? Here it is in the Huffington Post:

The Night I Slept With Kurt Vonnegut

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photo by katiemarinascott

It was a nasty night in New Orleans. Torrents of rain–at once pounding and windswept. Filling and rising. We were sheltered, on the floor. The carpet was damp. My clothes were matted beneath me.

That night was unforgettable. But, the best part of the story happened ten years later in New York City, 2005.

It was the first day of the fall semester at The New School. I registered for a writing class as a continuing ed student. It had been over twenty years since I was in school, back then a psych major. I had recently started writing a novel (it chose me, I did not choose it) and it was time to decide what to do with this living, breathing thing that had taken over my life.

I took a seat somewhere in the middle of the tiny classroom and noticed, as the others trickled in, many of them looked like freshman. It would be hard to blend–best not do anything to bring attention to myself. continue reading