Did you know that today is Think of Someone Special Day? Well, it isn’t really, but shouldn’t it be? I say yes! And while you’re thinking of that special someone, why not go the extra thoughtful mile and get them a Kindle ebook? Just in case you’re looking for a recommendation, look no further. THE MEMORY BOX is on a Kindle Countdown Deal today and it’s only $.99!
What?!?! Can that be true? That’s crazy! $.99 for all those twists and turns? Thrills and chills? Yes. It’s true. Here’s the deal:
3/7 – 3/10 — $.99
3/11 – 3/12 — $1.99
3/13 — $2.99
It’s like a game show, practically! Do you see how that works, the longer you wait, the more it costs. Snooze and you lose, my friend. Delay, and you pay!
So click here and grab a copy for yourself, or someone you like. Nothing says “I like you” or “I was thinking of you today” or “You really should be reading more books” or “Aren’t I fabulous for getting you a gift even though it’s not your birthday” or “See how cool I am that I knew about this great thriller” or “You, too, can be in the fabulous-new-books inner circle of savvy readers” or “Be the hip person in your book club and recommend this one as your next pick” or “I’ve got plans tonight but I really didn’t want to leave you without something to do,” more than the gift of a thrilling ebook.
Do you see what I mean? Buying this book this week at these never-before-seen prices has an infinite ripple effect.
Did I mention you can get this smokin’ deal in the UK, too? Well, you can. Here are the links, you thoughtful cutie-pie, you!
Nestled peacefully under my comforter, I heard my bedroom door swoosh open with a sense of urgency. A second later, inches from my head, I heard, “Honey!” It was my husband’s aggressive whisper. The kind that’s meant to be in a hushed tone but comes out louder than a normal speaking voice.
I was in that perfectly-aligned-body-parts guaranteed-deep-glorious-sleep position. My limbs were at the melting-into-the-mattress stage. My mind was not far behind my body, already in a half-doze. The timing was crucial. I couldn’t move a muscle, lest I wake myself up. That included my mouth. Responding to my husband would be limited. A grunt was all I could offer.
He took the grunt as a sign to converse. “There’s a parental lock on one of the TV channels. What’s that about? When did we have a parental lock? What’s the code?” continue reading
I just received news from The Town Book Store in Westfield, NJ, that their 2014 #1 Bestselling book (adult fiction and non-fiction) was The Memory Box! Can you believe it? What an honor. Their top ten list is super impressive and includes some of my favorite books, like Gone Girl, Where’d You Go Bernadette, The Goldfinch, The Light Between Oceans and more; but mine took the #1 spot!
To all the amazing book lovers in Westfield, NJ and the surrounding towns, thank you from the bottom of my heart. The town’s support, and the people in it, has been awe inspiring. Westfield is where it all started and the readers of this community have helped to put The Memory Box on the map! Their enthusiasm in spreading the word is wonderful and it’s working! I’ve met many of them through the book clubs I’ve attended, which to date is over 40, with another 15 planned for the next few months. My book club tour has spread nationally (through Skype) and internationally. Keep ‘em coming — and send me photos please! If any of you know the owner of an independent bookstore, please share this news. I love the indies! May 2015 be a year filled with inspiration, happiness and good reads for all (maybe even a new one from me…) xoxo
Last night I had a nightmare that I was at the Cornelia Street Café to do a reading from my novel. I stood at the microphone on the small stage in front of a packed house. I had just been introduced to the audience, and in the wane of the applause I was horrified to discover I had forgotten to bring my book. In a panic, I rummaged through my handbag in front of everyone. No book. In fact, my bag was virtually empty. How could I leave my house with an empty handbag? Terror mounted as the patrons settled into an attentive quiet. All eyes were on me. Sweat began to spew from my every pore. The reading was to last twenty minutes; what was I to do? I took one last futile look into my handbag and found one single sheet of paper. continue reading