Thursday, April 14, 2011

More Rockin' and Droppin'

In honor of YALSA’s Support Teen Lit Day the crew at has created a share-the-wealth campaign aptly named Rock the Drop. The idea is to share a book with a stranger in the most random, altruistic way possible--leaving it in a public place. A surprise book-o-gram would brighten anyone's day, especially if said book-o-gram was say an ARC of the fabulous debut author Amy Plum’s  DIE FOR ME . (Not my drop of the day, but kinda wish it was. Check out her Facebook page for the pic.)

Make sure to take a picture of your drop, and, if you're like me, hide behind a bush/tree/lamppost/dog until your lucky drop recipient comes along. They usually give this shady scan of the area before cautiously picking up the book and glancing at the back cover. Then they either slyly slip it under their arm or bolt. (Seriously. I saw no in between.) It's pretty entertaining, but also kind of a sad reflection on our culture. Hmm...serious thoughts... 

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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Rock & Read

In case you missed the slew of Facebook posts/Tweets I rattled off this week, Gayle Forman's sequel to 2009's If I Stay called Where She Went came out on Tuesday and I went into full on Tortured-Smexy Rocker Obsession mode. The sequel switches POVs so we get (Stay's main character, Mia's then BF) Adam's side of the story that began three years earlier (in book time) when she was in a comma debating whether to die or stay.

So, I've spent all week trying to figure out why I have TSRO (Tormented-Smexy Rocker Obsession) and why there is no cure (of which I would refuse if it existed). I mean, if you break it down, the TSR is an overly sensitive pretty boy that will most likely use up your $30 Bedhead products without asking. He'll pull off the just-got-out-of-bed look that will have you cursing the hour long daily getting ready regiment that is required of a rock girlfriend and wear sunglasses everywhere. (Ok, I have to admit that part is hot.) At some point in his career he will become a smoker/over drinker/pill popper, which would be an unequivocal deal breaker with any normal guy. And there's always that looming question: does he love "the music" more than me?

Even after rattling off TSR's faults, I find myself twisting them into enduring vulnerabilities that only make me love him more. I actually feel bad for the TSRO clean now! So, I plan to infect you with a highly contagious strain of TSR eye candy. And...go!

(Jared Leto from 30 Seconds to Mars should pretty much seal the deal, but I'll keep going.)

(Kings of Leon's Caleb Followill's voice. 'Nuf said.)

(Gavin Rossdale may be the source of my infection back in 1998 when Bush inexplicably played Michigan four times in one tour. Yes, he was shirtless for all four shows.)

(Maroon 5's Adam Levine is pretty much TSRO rolled up in a tat'd piano/guitar playing smokin' package.)

To thank me for the eye candy, you can tell me about your TSROs. Who's your fav fictitiously delish literary (or real) rocker guy? (Oh come, on, you know you're rockin' the infection after those pics!) Mine are Cole St. Clair of NARKOTIKA in Maggie Stiefcater's Linger and, of course, Adam Wilde of Shooting Star in If I Stay/Where She Went. Now hit me with yours.

P.S. I highly recommend reading all mentioned novels!