Happy Thursday All, Some of my favorite books are ones that left me with a warm feeling in my heart and/or a smile on my face.   Here's a few of them:   Lesley Livingston with her Wondrous Strange trilogy (according to her blog she has a new release coming out July 2011) Shanna Swendson with her Enchanted, Inc. books Christie Craig with Shut Up And Kiss Me (She has a new release coming out August 2011).   Oh yeah and the list continues:   Jackson Pearce's As You Wish (She has a new release coming out August 2011, and one in sometime in 2012). Suzanne Selfors Coffeehouse Angel (She had a new release in April--the book wasn't a children's book, by the way--apparently several authors contributed to the release that came out this past April. It's called Hotel Angeline: A Novel In 36 Voices ).   Georgette Heyer's The Grand Sophy   Of course, I could name more. You see...I have a love affair with books. I consider them some...

Good Morning Everybody, Well, this Saturday morning is a bit overcast, but that's okay since it means it's not blisteringly hot. I'm looking forward to the cooler weather. I'm not a huge fan of snow (although growing up I was) so I'm glad that it doesn't usually snow here, but I do like colder weather. There's something so cozy about adding that extra blanket in the bed or putting on long sleeves, a sweater, jacket or sweatshirt. Tossing a scarf around your neck. It's just one of those warm-your-toes-in-front-of-the-fire feeling. This brings me to the feel of a book (or manuscript) in one's hands. The smooth texture, the sight of words across the page (blank pages are hard to deal with, as most of you well know!) Reveling in having an adventure in your hands. It's heady stuff. One of the reasons why I adore bookstores and libraries. All those shelves and shelves covered in books. It's nirvana for a writer because writers are also readers. All...

Afternoon All (or Evening, rather), I mentioned in a previous post that writing and reading are like air to me. Sure, I still need oxygen, but without writing and reading my life just isn't the same. There's something about entering a bookstore or a library that feels like I'm approaching old friends. You walk along the aisles, taking in that lovely smell of books, leather, (in some places, coffee), paper. There's an elegance hanging in the air. The anticipation of finding a gem yet to be discovered, or seeing something you've been waiting for on the shelves is almost enough to throw you into a gallop, except, you still feel that instead of drawing attention to yourself, you'll blend in with the tomes around you. Finding your favorite section you're drawn into a world apart from your every day cares, joys, sorrows, concerns, whatever. You're in the book zone. Time has no meaning, it all melts away. Oh yes, I'm definitely familair with that feeling. W...