I have finally taken the leap into reading eBooks. As I don’t have a Kindle or a Nook or any other cute monikered device, I simply download them to my trusty Mac and hunch over the screen for a few hours, letting my eyes narrow to slits and my behind grow numb! Luckily, my first… Read More Life After Joe, by Harper Fox
A scant month after Andrea Miller’s “humorous” ‘How to Date An Indian’ piece in The Huffington Post comes another oh-so-funny offering: comedian Joel Stein’s My Own Private India in the July 5 issue of Time magazine online, which discusses the Indianization of Edison, N.J. I think there’s a very real problem in media today, if respected publications… Read More Stein’s own private joke is no laughing matter
Eclipse, the latest cinematic installment of the Twilight saga, is out, and there are a lot of thought-provoking reviews cropping up. This one, from HitFix, had a lot of great things to say about the messages Stephenie Meyer’s books, and the films made from them, send to women. And it has spurred me to think… Read More Bella, Buttercup, bikinis and bad love.
So, I’ve finished my first full-length novel, and I’ve been puttering around with other short projects. It occurs to me that nowhere in my manuscript do I wax poetic about this person’s “peaches and cream” complexion or how that person has skin “like coffee with milk in it.” I just don’t think it’s relevant to… Read More Fleshing things out: skin color in genre fiction.
Samhita Mukhopadhyay at Feministing has a fascinating piece on Nikki Haley and the Myth of Republican Diversity that touches on a lot of the deeper issues that I merely glanced at while ranting all about Jake Knotts dubbing the South Carolina gubernatorial candidate a “raghead.” She notes that politicians like Haley and Louisiana governor Bobby… Read More Now I’ll never be a teen model (minority)
I’m over at the RWA NYC chapter blog today, talking about the similarities between soap opera and romance, and why anybody who dares look down on either genre is clueless!
One definition of the word “insatiable” is “incapable of being satisfied.” It’s with great regret I report that’s exactly how I feel about Meg Cabot’s June 8 hardcover release. And it’s ironic, because Insatiable is almost over-full with details. You’d think a reader would gorge themselves rather than feel empty. Not so for me. The novel was sent to… Read More Insatiable, by Meg Cabot
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