BEA'S BOOK NOOK "I can't imagine a man really enjoying a book and reading it only once." C. S. Lewis “If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.” ― Oscar Wilde

Saturday, April 14, 2012

We're Lexicomanes, Are You?

Lexicomane: Noun, dictionary lover. lexico-, lexi-, lex-, -lexia, -lexias, -lexic, -lectic, -lexis + (Greek: a word; a saying, a phrase; speaking, speech) Closely related to legi-, ligi-, lig-, lect-, -lectic (Latin: read, readable [to choose words; to gather, to collect; to pick out, to choose; to read, to recite]).  ~ From English-Word Information Word Info about English Vocabulary

Yep, dictionary lovers. That's us. Well, Jax and Bea anyway; Liz likes them but doesn't love them. So, what's the big deal about dictionaries? They don't tell a story, they are huge, heavy and have a hard time keeping up with a constantly changing language.

Bea: Dictionaries, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

  1. They contains words, lots and lots of lovely words. And not so lovely words. You can look up anything and find it. One advantage of online dictionaries is their ability to update quickly and add new words and terminology. Most online dictionaries though don't give you the etymology, which leads me to my next point.
  2. I love etymology, the meaning and history of a word and other words that it's related to. Print dictionaries will give you that, online dictionaries are less likely. Urban Dictionary doesn't but Webster's Dictionary does. I don't how many times I've looked up a word and gotten distracted by its etymology and looked up related words; I've probably lost hundreds of hours that way. 
  3. I can get lost for hours in a dictionary. Not only do I get lost in etymology, but my eye spots an unfamiliar word on the page and I just have to read it, and then I get lost in the meaning or usage or etymology.
Those are the main reasons I love dictionaries. I learn so much, and it's at my leisure. I can quickly (well, I can try to be quick :P) look up something that I need to know or I can get lost in an orgy of words and meanings and history. Without words, language is non-existent. I'm not talking about written language, but language in general. Words, whether vocal, printed or signed, have meaning; if the recipient of the words doesn't know or understand the meaning, communication breaks down. So, we have dictionaries, one of the best inventions ever in my very biased opinion.

Of course, there are many kinds of dictionaries. There's the basic dictionary that defines all of the words in a language, there are translation dictionaries where you can look up a word or phrase in one language to see what it is in another language, topic or field specific dictionaries ie a medical terms, sports terms, etc., even a reverse dictionary, where you know the meaning but can't recall the word. With that one, when you find the meaning, it will give a slew of related words and you decide which one that you intended. 

On the internet, you often will have someone pose the question, "If you could take any five books with you while stranded on a desert island, what would they be?" I always include a dictionary; my other choices may vary but I always pick a dictionary. Every story you could want, exists in the dictionary.

One of the best features of my Kindle is that it comes with dictionaries, yes, plural. It came pre-loaded with two dictionaries so when I'm reading and encounter a word whose meaning I'm unsure of, I can easily look it up. This is an excellent feature and one that the Nook has also. I don't know if the Kobo or Sony readers do but I assume so. It only makes sense. It's a definite advantage over print where you have to stop, get your dictionary (if you even have one) and page through until you find the word. So much easier to highlight the word and look it up!

I've had the same print dictionary for 20+ years, I think it's time to upgrade. I shudder to think how out of date it is. Though, I often use a web dictionary these days to look up definitions.

Jax: Ah dictionaries...outside of the usual Little Golden books, the two earliest memories I have of books are the giant Bible with the family tree in it....and the battered dictionary that was just as large. I don't remember who taught me to how to use it, I just remember being told to look things up in it. It was the start of my life long love affair with words. 

In the house, right now, I have my Webster's college dictionary, a Spanish-English dictionary, TWO American Sign language dictionaries, a crossword dictionary, a dictionary of superstitions, and a couple of desk sized dictionaries that the kids could use for school. And that's just the ones I can see from here. We're in the midst of packing. I know there's a few more of these things around somewhere in a box. Like a dictionary of the meaning of flowers. (Did you know people used to send messages using flowers? How freaking cool is that. It explains why some painting of bouquets are so damn garish. If I actually could identify flowers, I'd love to see what the painter was trying to tell us. And some people think still-lives are dull. Betcha' some of those are downright vulgar.) 

Anyway...back on topic. Dictionaries, and by extension thesauri (yes, that's the right word. It's even on the sign at the bookstore, I swear.) give me the ability to play with language in the most amazing ways. Writing, teaching, reading... Dictionaries record the nuances between the synonyms. A thesaurus will tell you how words are similar....dictionaries tell us why they are unique. And they contain SO much information. Not just the meanings of words...but their past. Their pronunciation. (That funny spelling in parenthesis...that's the word written in the International Phonetic Alphabet. Another interest of mine.)

Words are the basis for language. Language allows for stories. Flash fiction, fan fiction, short stories, novellas, novels, series....and the dictionaries are the keepers of the keys, in  a manner of speaking. What is contained within those covers let us paint vivid images, even though I mangle stick figures. Is it really that hard to understand why I think they are so marvelous? 

We're Lexicomanes, Are You?

Lexicomane: Noun, dictionary lover. lexico-, lexi-, lex-, -lexia, -lexias, -lexic, -lectic, -lexis + (Greek: a word; a saying, a phrase; speaking, speech) Closely related to legi-, ligi-, lig-, lect-, -lectic (Latin: read, readable [to choose words; to gather, to collect; to pick out, to choose; to read, to recite]).  ~ From English-Word Information Word Info about English Vocabulary

Yep, dictionary lovers. That's us. Well, Jax and Bea anyway; Liz likes them but doesn't love them. So, what's the big deal about dictionaries? They don't tell a story, they are huge, heavy and have a hard time keeping up with a constantly changing language.

Bea: Dictionaries, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

  1. They contains words, lots and lots of lovely words. And not so lovely words. You can look up anything and find it. One advantage of online dictionaries is their ability to update quickly and add new words and terminology. Most online dictionaries though don't give you the etymology, which leads me to my next point.
  2. I love etymology, the meaning and history of a word and other words that it's related to. Print dictionaries will give you that, online dictionaries are less likely. Urban Dictionary doesn't but Webster's Dictionary does. I don't how many times I've looked up a word and gotten distracted by its etymology and looked up related words; I've probably lost hundreds of hours that way. 
  3. I can get lost for hours in a dictionary. Not only do I get lost in etymology, but my eye spots an unfamiliar word on the page and I just have to read it, and then I get lost in the meaning or usage or etymology.
Those are the main reasons I love dictionaries. I learn so much, and it's at my leisure. I can quickly (well, I can try to be quick :P) look up something that I need to know or I can get lost in an orgy of words and meanings and history. Without words, language is non-existent. I'm not talking about written language, but language in general. Words, whether vocal, printed or signed, have meaning; if the recipient of the words doesn't know or understand the meaning, communication breaks down. So, we have dictionaries, one of the best inventions ever in my very biased opinion.


Of course, there are many kinds of dictionaries. There's the basic dictionary that defines all of the words in a language, there are translation dictionaries where you can look up a word or phrase in one language to see what it is in another language, topic or field specific dictionaries ie a medical terms, sports terms, etc., even a reverse dictionary, where you know the meaning but can't recall the word. With that one, when you find the meaning, it will give a slew of related words and you decide which one that you intended. 


On the internet, you often will have someone pose the question, "If you could take any five books with you while stranded on a desert island, what would they be?" I always include a dictionary; my other choices may vary but I always pick a dictionary. Every story you could want, exists in the dictionary.

One of the best features of my Kindle is that it comes with dictionaries, yes, plural. It came pre-loaded with two dictionaries so when I'm reading and encounter a word whose meaning I'm unsure of, I can easily look it up. This is an excellent feature and one that the Nook has also. I don't know if the Kobo or Sony readers do but I assume so. It only makes sense. It's a definite advantage over print where you have to stop, get your dictionary (if you even have one) and page through until you find the word. So much easier to highlight the word and look it up!

I've had the same print dictionary for 20+ years, I think it's time to upgrade. I shudder to think how out of date it is. Though, I often use a web dictionary these days to look up definitions.

Jax: Ah dictionaries...outside of the usual Little Golden books, the two earliest memories I have of books are the giant Bible with the family tree in it....and the battered dictionary that was just as large. I don't remember who taught me to how to use it, I just remember being told to look things up in it. It was the start of my life long love affair with words. 


In the house, right now, I have my Webster's college dictionary, a Spanish-English dictionary, TWO American Sign language dictionaries, a crossword dictionary, a dictionary of superstitions, and a couple of desk sized dictionaries that the kids could use for school. And that's just the ones I can see from here. We're in the midst of packing. I know there's a few more of these things around somewhere in a box. Like a dictionary of them meaning of flowers. (Did you know people used to send messages using flowers? How freaking cool is that. It explains why some painting of bouquets are so damn garish. If I actually could identify flowers, I'd love to see what the painter was trying to tell us. And some people think still-lives are dull. Betcha' some of those are downright vulgar.) 


Anyway...back on topic. Dictionaries, and by extension thesauri (yes, that's the right word. It's even on the sign at the bookstore, I swear.) give me the ability to play with language in the most amazing ways. Writing, teaching, reading... Dictionaries record the nuances between the synonyms. A thesaurus will tell you how words are similar....dictionaries tell us why they are unique. And they contain SO much information. Not just the meanings of words...but their past. Their pronunciation. (That funny spelling in parenthesis...that's the word written in the International Phonetic Alphabet. Another interest of mine.)


Words are the basis for language. Language allows for stories. Flash fiction, fan fiction, short stories, novellas, novels, series....and the dictionaries are the keepers of the keys, in  a manner of speaking. What is contained within those covers let us paint vivid images, even though I mangle stick figures. Is it really that hard to understand why I think they are so marvelous? 

Friday, April 13, 2012

Spotlight On: Thoughtless by Jacqueline Gardner



Please welcome YA author Jacqueline Gardner to the Nook today. She has two books out already and a third one releasing this month. Jacqueline works as a Story Editor for the production company, Labragirl Pictures. Her love of storytelling began at an early age when she would make up stories with her grandmother before bedtime. In early 2010, she completed her first novel and has been stuck on writing ever since. She resides in Colorado and loves hiking, writing, fantasy fiction, and all things cupcake.

Today, we're looking at her most recent release, "Thoughtless," a young adult supernatural thriller. The next book in this series will be out this summer.


Book Blurb (from author's website):

When Bridget finds a dead cheerleader in the janitor’s closet, she becomes the killer’s next target.  High school just got worse.  It’s bad enough that she can hear the shocking truths that pass through her classmate’s heads.  Now she has to worry about staying alive, and all clues point to the one person whose thoughts she can’t read - her boyfriend Terrence.  Someone is taunting her, threatening to expose her secret.   And when Bridget tries to single out her blackmailer, she’s nearly beaten to death by a mind controlled minion with fiery eyes. 


But when Bridget finally comes face-to-face with the killer, suddenly a horde of brainwashed students programmed to destroy her life doesn’t seem so bad.
 
Now, the girl on the cover reminds me a bit of Storm from the X-Men, whom I like, and I'm partial to the name Bridget, as it's my given name. Add in the blend of supernatural and thriller, and it's low price of 99 cents US, and the book is practically irresistible. Give it a try, and see what you think. 
 
 THOUGHTLESS
By: Jacqueline Gardner
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services
ASIN: B007F5LW96
Genre: FICTION, YA, THRILLER,SUPERNATURAL
Format:  EBOOK
Length: 392 KB
Release Date: February 28, 2012
Buying Links: Amazon     Smashwords


Give Away & Spotlight On: "Finding My Faith" by Carly Fall




Today we welcome Carly Fall; she's doing a major promo of the newest book in her series, "The Six Saviors" a blend of action adventure, romance, sci fi, and fantasy. Today, I have an excerpt and she is giving away one digital copy; the give away is open internationally.


Carly lives in Arizona with her incredibly supportive husband, their son and their dog. She loves her family, hiking, writing, her pool, and wine, and depending on the day, not necessarily in that order. 

To receive her monthly newsletter, please go to CarlyFall.com and sign up at the big box on the right. She promises not to spam you or sell your information (even if someone tries to bribe her with chocolate chip cookies), but she wants her newsletter to inspire you, make you laugh, and to let you know of super fun promotional activities she's involved in that usually mean free stuff for you.


 Book Blurb:

Growing up in a small Northern Arizona town, Faith Cloudfoot’s life was spent playing in the forests surrounding her house under the protective eyes of her father, and learning about the legends of her Native American heritage. Yearning for more out of her life, she moves to Phoenix, Arizona at the age of twenty-three where she is kidnapped and almost killed.

Rayner has a special ability, one that weighs on him like a curse. He can see spirits trapped in between life and their final resting place. Because he can’t do much to help them, he studiously ignores them. He concentrates, instead, on working with his fellow warriors to right the wrongs caused by the evil criminals from his home planet.

When Rayner sees Faith in her spirit form while investigating a lead in Phoenix, his attraction to her is immediate, yet he follows his own personal code and ignores her cry for attention. When he realizes that she may be a stepping stone to getting him home to his own universe, he engages Faith and begins to use her as a means to an end: going home.

As the attraction grows stronger, Rayner finds himself breaking all sorts of self-set rules, as well as the code of ethics set by him and his fellow warriors. When Faith nears death, Rayner realizes that he must do everything in his power to save her, because if he doesn’t, he may just lose himself.

FINDING MY FAITH
By: Carly Falls
Publisher: Westward Publishing
ISBN: 9781470115647
Genre: FICTION, ROMANCE, ADVENTURE, FANTASY
Format: PAPERBACK, EBOOK
Length: 388 pages
Release Date: March 1, 2012
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EXCERPT 


Rayner knew what he was doing was wrong, but he simply couldn't help himself. He should have left the room a while back, but seeing Faith standing in the middle of the room in that little blue nightshirt and watching her get angry at him had jacked him up to levels he had never known before. Holy Christ, he wanted her even more when she yelled at him, and when she had come at him with that little fist, oblivious to their size difference…it had sent him right to the edge. He would have to explore the psychiatry of that later. Right now, he was busy teetering on a very dangerous slope. He just wanted Faith. He didn't care about consequences, what would happen later, or what would happen in three minutes. He was only in the moment, and the moment consisted of Faith's hand on his raging erection.

He wanted those lips, but he knew if he kissed her, he would be a goner. A total goner. Game over, hit the lights because his party would be over. So he kissed her cheek, which was soft and warm and just a little damp from all those tears that had ripped at his heart. He hadn't meant to actually nip at her earlobe.

He needed to disengage and get away from her.

Instead he placed his hand at the nape of her neck and pulled her forward—the only thing separating them was their hands, her little fist wrapped in his big paw.

"Rayner—"

"Don't say another word, Faith," he whispered. "Just don't."

He closed his eyes and brought a lock of her hair up to his nose, smelling the fresh mountain breeze scent he had come to associate with Faith. His chest grew tight, his breathing became more labored as the silky strands whispered across his skin. He wanted her with a ferocity that bordered on insanity. What beat within him now was nothing but raw male need, all pretenses of manners and gentlemanly etiquette long gone.

When he felt her hand lay flat on his chest, and she turned her head and rested her cheek on his chest, he thought back to his dream and how good it felt to have Faith touch him, to be near her. To have it happen in real life was a zillion and one times better than the dream.

"I think I'm in love with you, Rayner," she whispered.

He knew that from the ceremony to get her spirit back in her body. It still shook him to his core to hear her say it. His skin developed goose bumps; his knees went weak at her words.

“You can't love me, Faith,” he said into her hair.

“It's too late,” she breathed into his chest. “Too late.”

He knew what he had to do. He needed this to end, to come to a halt, a full stop with brakes screeching. He thought his heart might break, crack, or just fucking stop with his next words. “But it's not too late to let me go,” he whispered. He let go of her neck and hand and stepped away. He didn't meet her eyes as he opened the door and stepped out.

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Thanks to Carly and CBLS Promotions, I have one ebook copy of this book to give away. 

The give away is open INTERNATIONALLY. 
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Thursday, April 12, 2012

I'm too stupid to write a review.


I told Bea I'd have a review ready for today and I fully intended to.  I've had plenty of time and several good books to spark my interest, so despite the throbbing sinus headache, and the warm bed calling me I fully intended to sit down and write a review.

Then it happened.  My sweet supportive husband reminded me, just as I carried or little man to his bed, that the Early Intervention people would be here first thing in the morning to do an in home interview with me.  We had the first evaluation to see if he really was behind on learning to speak or if he was just one of those kids who have never needed to speak.  They accepted that he's behind on just talking, that we aren't letting his daycare raise him, we're not neglecting him, etc, so now we're at the in home portion.  Yay.  The lady I spoke to told me not to clean up, as they wanted to see his everyday environment, but tonight is my Saturday.  It's the day I usually clean a little, then go to bed early and get up and clean some more while my son and husband are out of the house.  I'm not supposed to clean especially for the interview, but it's my day to clean.  Where's the line of 'normal' and 'oh-my-god-someone-is-coming-to-visit' in this case?

Crap sticks.  Crap, crap, crappity crappertons.

So I start cleaning up.  Then I realize something: Bea's asleep, there's no explaining where I went and why I promised something I wasn't going to deliver on.

So I break out some Adult Power Words.  Y'know the four letter kind, they get used freely and with great feeling, then I realize that this is more procrastination and get back to work

I've vacuumed, straightened the play room slightly (furniture/large toys need to be adjusted after the vacuuming), there's a load of dishes running, counters are wiped down, stove top is cleaned, laundry is piled up ready to go, and the bathrooms are calling my name while holding up toilet brushes and scrubbing bubbles.

I'm taking a break to write this while the latest dose of decongestant starts doing it's job, in the hopes that you'll all forgive me for being such a flake.   I apologize for being so bad with my time management.  I really should have had a pretty little review up for you guys today.  

Okay, enough of this form of procrastination, the bathrooms won't clean themselves.  Wish me luck.

Liz, the lazy lady of (no) leisure

P.S.  If you're feeling generous allow me to hide behind you when Bea comes to kick my ass for this.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Give Away & New Release Celebration for Mary Jo Putney!

Romance author Mary Jo Putney has two books this spring, "The Rake", out now and "No Longer A Gentleman", out April 24th. "The Rake" is a re-release, with a new cover, while "No Longer A Gentleman" is brand new.




To celebrate the release of the books, BookTrib and Surroundings Flowers and Events have joined together. There will be 10 winners and a grand prize winner. The 10 winners will each get a copy of both books. The grand prize winner will receive the books AND three consecutive months of exquisite fresh flower arrangements delivered to their door. To enter that giveaway, click on the image below.



But wait! There's more! Thanks to BookTrib, I also have copies of both books to give away to one lucky person. You can enter both giveaways to up your chances of winning the books. If you want the flowers, make sure to enter BookTrib's giveaway.

The giveaway is open to residents of the US and Canada.
You must be 18 years old to enter.
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Excerpt from Paris In Love: A Memoir by Eloisa James

Romance author Eloisa James, who has been on the New York Times best seller list several times, released a memoir of her time living in Paris, France. It came out on April 3rd, and today I have an excerpt available for you to read, thanks to Random House. Enjoy!

Book Blurb: 


Paris in Love: A Memoir by Eloisa James, New York Times Best Selling Author chronicles her joyful year in one of the most beautiful cities in the world.

In 2009, New York Times bestselling author Eloisa James took a leap that many people dream about: she sold her house, took a sabbatical from her job as a Shakespeare professor, and moved her family to Paris. Paris in Love: A Memoir chronicles her joyful year in one of the most beautiful cities in the world.


With no classes to teach, no committee meetings to attend, no lawn to mow or cars to park, Eloisa revels in the ordinary pleasures of life—discovering corner museums that tourists overlook, chronicling Frenchwomen's sartorial triumphs, walking from one end of Paris to another. She copes with her Italian husband's notions of quality time; her two hilarious children, ages eleven and fifteen, as they navigate schools—not to mention puberty—in a foreign language; and her mother-in-law Marina's raised eyebrow in the kitchen (even as Marina overfeeds Milo, the family dog).

Paris in Love invites the reader into the life of a most enchanting family, framed by la ville de l'amour.

In addition to the excerpt below, there's a video up on YouTube where she talks about why she moved to Paris and her time there:



Excerpt: Paris in Love by Eloisa James (an excerpt)

Monday, April 9, 2012

IT'S OFFICIAL! I'M GETTING MY LUNGS BURNED.


I know, I know, most people don't get excited about being burned. Hey, you already know I'm weird. :P

But THIS burning is good for me. As I posted back in January, there is now a surgical procedure available for people with severe asthma that involves sticking a specially designed catheter tube down the lungs and burning off layers of smooth muscle. This should result in fewer asthma flares and attacks, and the ones that do occur should be milder. It's not a cure, but it should make life a little easier.

The surgery was only approved in 2010 in the US (I'm not sure if it's available outside of the US yet) and, unfortunately, is not covered by insurance companies yet. But, my regular asthma specialist referred me to a doctor at a research hospital who is running a follow up study. The study is a 5 year long study; the study pays for the surgery and then follows me for 5 years afterwards to track what the results are. The surgery is done in 3 parts, each one approximately three weeks after the preceding one. So, since January I've been seeing the new specialist, following the regimen she laid out for me, and undergoing tests. The research parameters for being accepted into the study are strict and if you don't fall exactly within them, you don't get in. Well, I made it! I'm sick enough to need the surgery, healthy enough to undergo it, and my test results fell within the study protocols.

The only hitch is that I can't have the procedure until July at the earliest. There's two reasons: 1) I have to be healthy for 60 days and 2) I was on prednisone too frequently between July of 2011 and January of this year. That puts me slightly over the acceptable number of incidences so we have to wait several months. If I do have an asthma episode that requires me to be on prednisone, it won't disqualify me; it will postpone the surgery date.

So, for the next three months, I will be a paranoid hermit. I'm heading into prime allergy season and my allergies trigger my asthma. My apartment windows are closed, it won't be too much longer before I turn on the A/C, and I will spend as little time outside as I possibly can. That last will be tricky when I'm at work, I'll need to find a balance.

Three more months. Oh please oh please oh please!!!