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A Crown of Wishes Excerpt (Blog Tour)


Hi everyone! Can you believe the month is almost over? It basically flew by. Before it does though, A Crown of Wishes by Roshani Chokshi comes out. A Crown of Wishes is a companion novel for Chokshi’s amazing fantasy book, The Star-Touched Queen. This means, lucky for you, you don’t have to read TSTQ first, but I’m sure after reading ACOW, you’ll want to. I have the excerpt to share with you curtsey of St. Martin’s blog tour.

As always, here’s some information beforehand:

A_Crown_Of_WishesA Crown of Wishes by Roshani Chokshi

Published By: St. Martin’s Griffin on March 28th, 2017 (Today!!)

Genres: Fantasy, Mythology, Romance

Pages: 352

Goodreads Summary:

Gauri, the princess of Bharata, has been taken as a prisoner of war by her kingdom’s enemies. Faced with a future of exile and scorn, Gauri has nothing left to lose. Hope unexpectedly comes in the form of Vikram, the cunning prince of a neighboring land and her sworn enemy kingdom. Unsatisfied with becoming a mere puppet king, Vikram offers Gauri a chance to win back her kingdom in exchange for her battle prowess. Together, they’ll have to set aside their differences and team up to win the Tournament of Wishes—a competition held in a mythical city where the Lord of Wealth promises a wish to the victor.

Reaching the tournament is just the beginning. Once they arrive, danger takes on new shapes: poisonous courtesans and mischievous story birds, a feast of fears and twisted fairy revels.

Every which way they turn new trials will test their wit and strength. But what Gauri and Vikram will soon discover is that there’s nothing more dangerous than what they most desire.


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The guards unbound my wrists and shoved me into a red room. I waited for them to go before pulling out a small silk bag of pearl dust I had swiped from the cosmetics table. I repeated the flimsy plan in my head:

Throw the dust in his eyes, gag him, steal his weapons.

If the Prince made a sound, I’d hold the dagger to his throat and hold him ransom. If he didn’t make a sound, I’d make him free me for his own life. I knew I couldn’t get far on my own, but most people could be bribed, and if bribery didn’t work, threats always did.

I was glad they hadn’t taken me to a throne room. The last time I was in a throne room, Skanda had ripped away my hopes for the king- dom and destroyed my future.

Arjun did not meet my eyes. And he refused to look up when his new bride and my best friend was hauled into the room. Nalini sank to her knees. Her gaze was frantic: leaping back and forth from me to Arjun and the dead on the ground.

Skanda’s knife was pressed to her throat, sharp and close enough that beads of blood welled onto her skin.

“I know what you want,” said Skanda.

I closed my eyes, shuttering the memory. I looked around the room, wondering which corner was the best position for attacking. At one end, a trellis of roses covered the wall. My chest tightened. I used to grow roses. One trellis for every victory. I had loved watching the blood red petals unfurl around thorns. Looking at them reminded me of my people’s love: red as life. A month before Skanda had me thrown over the Ujijain border, he had set them on fire in a drunken stupor. By the time I got there, it was too late. Every petal had curled and blackened.

“You think these flowers are tokens of Bharata’s love for you,” he had slurred. “I want you to see, little sister. I want  you to see just how easy it is for everything you plan and love and tend to go up in flames.”

I’ll never forget what burning roses look like. All those scarlet petals turning incandescent and furious. Like the last flare of the sun before an eclipse swallows it from the sky.

“You think they love you now, but it doesn’t last. You’re the rose. Not them. They are the flames. And you’ll never see how quickly you’ll catch fire until you’re engulfed. One step out of the line I draw, and they will set you on fire.”

I turned my back on the roses.

I chose a corner of the room, and then sank my teeth into the in- sides of my cheek. It was a habit I’d picked up on the eve of my first battle. Nerves had set my teeth chattering, so I brought out a mirror and glowered at myself. The glowering didn’t help, but I liked the way my face looked. The small movements made my cheekbones look as sharp as scimitars. And when I tightened my lips, I felt dangerous, as if I were hiding knives behind my teeth. Biting my cheeks became a battle tradition. Today I went into battle.

A door in the distance creaked. I ran through what I knew about the Prince of Ujijain. They called him the Fox Prince. And given the way some of the soldiers had jealously said his name, it didn’t seem like a name given because his face had animal features. He spent part of every year at an ashram where all the nobility sent their sons. Reputedly brilliant. Not good. Weak with weapons. Excellent. The guards were fond of retelling the story of his trial with the council. Prince Vikram had to submit to three tasks in order to be named heir of Ujijain—give the dead new life, hold a flame that never burns, and deliver the stron- gest weapon in the world. For the first task, he whittled a piece of bark into a knife, proving that even discarded things could be given new life in purpose. For the second task, he released a thousand jars of fireflies and held the small insects in his hand, proving that he could hold a flame that never burned. And for the last task, he said that he had poisoned the council. Desperate for the antidote, the

council named him heir. The Fox Prince then revealed that he had lied and proved how be- lief itself was the strongest weapon in the world.

I rolled my eyes every time I heard the tale. It sounded like some- thing that villagers with a restless imagination would spin beside a fire. I’d heard another rumor about him. Something about his par- entage. That he was an orphan who’d moved the Emperor to pity. But I doubted the vicious Emperor would be moved in such a way. The guards told me that the Emperor kept great beasts at his side that could tear the throat out of anyone who dared to cross him.

Footsteps shuffled down the hall. I clutched the silk bag of pearl dust. The Prince might be clever and eloquent, but you can’t talk your way out of death and I wasn’t going to give him a chance to speak. All my intelligence told me that he was no match for me. I’d have him on his knees and begging for his life in a matter of moments.

A final door opened.

The Fox Prince was


The writing is gorgeous once again. I’m really interested in the main character who seems like a take-no-nonsense person, which I love. I can’t wait to see what else is going on in the book. I hope you check out The Star-Touched Queen and A Crown of Wishes.


When The Moon Was Ours Blog Tour – Excerpt

Hi everyone. I am posting (a bit late) for the When The Moon Was Ours blog tour. I’ve heard countless praise and from what I’ve read of it, it’s all quite warranted. It’s extremely lyrical and poetic. I’ll be sharing an excerpt of it below along with some information about it first:

When The Moon Was OursWhen The Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore

Published By: St. Martin’s Thomas Dunne on October 4th, 2016

Genres: Young Adult, Contemporary, Magical Realism, Romance, LGBTQIA

Pages: 288

Goodreads Summary: 

When the Moon Was Ours follows two characters through a story that has multicultural elements and magical realism, but also has central LGBT themes—a transgender boy, the best friend he’s falling in love with, and both of them deciding how they want to define themselves.

To everyone who knows them, best friends Miel and Sam are as strange as they are inseparable. Roses grow out of Miel’s wrist, and rumors say that she spilled out of a water tower when she was five. Sam is known for the moons he paints and hangs in the trees, and for how little anyone knows about his life before he and his mother moved to town.

But as odd as everyone considers Miel and Sam, even they stay away from the Bonner girls, four beautiful sisters rumored to be witches. Now they want the roses that grow from Miel’s skin, convinced that their scent can make anyone fall in love. And they’re willing to use every secret Miel has fought to protect to make sure she gives them up.


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As far as he knew, she had come from the water. But even about that, he couldn’t be sure.

It didn’t matter how many nights they’d met on the untilled land between their houses; the last farm didn’t rotate its crops, and stripped the soil until nothing but wild grasses would grow. It didn’t matter how many stories he and Miel had told each other when they could not sleep, him passing on his mother’s fables of moon bears that aided lost travelers, Miel making up tales about his moon lamps falling in love with stars. Sam didn’t know any more than anyone else about where she’d come from before he found her in the brush field. She seemed to have been made of water one minute and the next, became a girl.

Someday, he and Miel would be nothing but a fairy tale. When they were gone from this town, no one would remember the exact brown of Miel’s eyes, or the way she spiced recado rojo with cloves, or even that Sam and his mother were Pakistani. At best, they would remember a dark- eyed girl, and a boy whose family had come from somewhere else. They would remember only that Miel and Sam had been called Honey and Moon, a girl and a boy woven into the folklore of this place.

This is the story that mothers would tell their children:

There was once a very old water tower. Rust had turned its metal such a deep orange that the whole tank looked like a pumpkin, an enormous copy of the fruit that grew in the fields where it cast its shadow. No one tended this water tower anymore, not since a few strikes from a summer of lightning storms left it leaning to one side as though it were tired and slouching. Years ago, they had filled it from the river, but now rust and minerals choked the pipes. When they opened the valve at the base of the tower, nothing more than a few drops trickled out. The bolts and sheeting looked weak enough that one autumn windstorm might crumble the whole thing.

So the town decided that they would build a new water tower, and that the old one would come down. But the only way to drain it would be to tip it over like a cup. They would have to be ready for the whole tower to crash to the ground, all that rusted metal, those thousands of gallons of dirty, rushing water spilling out over the land.

For the fall, they chose the side of the tower where a field of brush was so dry, a single spark would catch and light it all. All that water, they thought, might bring a little green. From that field, they dug up wildflowers, chicory and Indian paintbrush and larkspur, replant-ing them alongside the road, so they would not be drowned or smashed. They feared that if they were not kind to the beautiful things that grew wild, their own farms would wither and die.

Children ran through the brush fields, chasing away squirrels and young deer so that when the water tower came down, they would not be crushed. Among these children was a boy called Moon because he was always painting lunar seas and shadows onto glass and paper and anything he could make glow. Moon knew to keep his steps and his voice gentle, so he would not startle the rabbits, but would stir them to bound back toward their burrows.

When the animals and the wild flowers were gone from the brush field, the men of the town took their axes and hammers and mallets to the base of the water tower, until it fell like a tree. It arced toward the ground, its fall slow, as though it were leaning forward to touch its own shadow. When it hit, the rusted top broke off, and all that water rushed out.

For a minute the water, brown as a forgotten cup of tea, hid the brush that looked like pale wheat stubble. But when it slid and spread out over the field, flattening the brittle stalks, soaking into the dry ground, every one watching made out the shape of a small body.

A girl huddled in the wet brush, her hair stuck to her face, her eyes wide and round as amber marbles. She had on a thin nightgown, which must have once been white, now stained cream by the water. But she covered herself with her arms, cowering like she was naked and looking at every one like they were all baring their teeth.

At first a few of the mothers shrieked, wondering whose child had been left in the water tower’s path. But then they realized that they did not know this girl. She was not their daughter, or the daughter of any of the mothers in town.

No one would come near her. The ring of those who had come to see the tower taken down widened a little more the longer they watched her. Each minute they put a little more space between her and them, more afraid of this small girl than of so much falling water and rusted metal. And she stared at them, seeming to meet all their eyes at once, her look both vicious and frightened.

But the boy called Moon came forward and knelt in front of her. He took off his jacket and put it on her. Talked to her in a voice soft enough that no one else could hear it. Every one drew back, expecting her to bite him or to slash her fingernails across his face. But she looked at him, and listened to him, his words stripping the feral look out of her eyes.

After that day, anyone who had not been at the water tower thought she was the same as any other child, little different from the boy she was always with. But if they looked closely, they could see the hem of her skirt, always a little damp, never quite drying no matter how much the sun warmed it.

This would be the story, a neat distillation of what had happened. It would weed out all the things that did not fit. It would not mention how Miel, soaking wet and smelling of rust, screamed into her hands with every one watching. Because every one was watching, and she wanted to soak into the ground like the spilled water and vanish. How Sam crouched in front of her saying, “Okay, okay,” keeping his words slow and level so she would know what he meant. You can stop screaming; I hear you, I understand. And because she believed him, that he heard her, and understood, she did stop.

It would leave out the part about the Bonner sisters. The four of them, from eight- year- old Chloe to three- year- old Peyton, had been there to see the water tower come down, all of them lined up so their hair looked like a forest of autumn trees. Peyton had been holding a small gray pumpkin that, in that light, looked almost blue. She had it cradled in one arm, and with the other hand was petting it like a bird. When she’d taken a step toward Miel, clutching that pumpkin, Miel’s screaming turned raw and broken, and Peyton startled back to her sisters.

Once Sam knew about Miel’s fear of pumpkins, he understood, how Peyton treating it like it was alive made Miel afraid not only of Peyton but of all of them. But that part would never make it into the story.

This version would also strip away the part about Sam trying to take Miel home like she was a stray cat.

You can purchase it at: Barnes and Noble / Book Depository  / Amazon 

Blog Tour: The Possibility of Somewhere

Hi everyone.

I have a blog tour for you today featuring The Possibility of Somewhere by Julia Day.

Here is some information about the book:


The Possibility of Somewhere by Julia Day

Published By: St. Martin’s Griffin on September 6th, 2016

Genres: Young Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Theme: Socioeconomic background, College

Pages: 320

Goodreads Summary: 

Together is somewhere they long to be.

Ash Gupta has a life full of possibility. His senior year is going exactly as he’s always wanted– he’s admired by his peers, enjoying his classes and getting the kind of grades that his wealthy, immigrant parents expect. There’s only one obstacle in Ash’s path: Eden Moore—the senior most likely to become class valedictorian. How could this unpopular, sharp-tongued girl from the wrong side of the tracks stand in his way?

All Eden’s ever wanted was a way out. Her perfect GPA should be enough to guarantee her a free ride to college — and an exit from her trailer-park existence for good. The last thing she needs is a bitter rivalry with Ash, who wants a prized scholarship for his own selfish reasons. Or so she thinks. . . When Eden ends up working with Ash on a class project, she discovers that the two have more in common than either of them could have imagined. They’re both in pursuit of a dream — one that feels within reach thanks to their new connection. But what does the future hold for two passionate souls from totally different worlds?

Barnes and Noble / Book Depository / Amazon

I’ll be sharing an excerpt of it., which I hope you’ll enjoy.


An Exercise in Probabilities


My normal dress code was designed to keep me invisible, but today I made an exception. I wore a teal shirt (stolen from my dad) over jeans that had only been owned by me. I finished off with my best sneakers, freshly bleached.

After yanking my hair into a ponytail, I grabbed my backpack, charged out of my bedroom, and screeched to a halt in the den. The trailer smelled like toast and bacon. Why?

I crossed to the table and stared down at the plate of food waiting there.

My stepmom came out of the kitchen, holding two mugs of coffee. She offered one to me.

I took it as my backpack slid to the floor with a thud. “You made me breakfast?”

She laughed. “I’ve done this before.”

“When I was nine, maybe.” The bacon looked like it had been fried to crispy perfection. I parked my butt on the chair and snagged a slice. “What’s the occasion?”

Her smile wobbled. “It’s the first day of your last year of high school.”

Oh, damn. She was going to get emotional on me. This day must remind her that I’d be gone in a few months. It wouldn’t be a good idea to act all happy about escaping town soon. Better change the mood fast. “Breakfast is amazing. You can repeat it whenever you want.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She set her mug on the table and pointed at my ponytail. “Can I do something special with your hair?”

Clearly she wanted to, so sure. “That’d be great.”

While I finished my toast, she twisted my hair into a thick French braid. It took only a couple of minutes before she pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “There you are, sweetie. Now go on, or you’ll miss the bus.”

“Okay.” I stood, gave her a quick hug, and slung my backpack over one shoulder. “Thanks, Marnie. For everything.”

*   *   *

The bus dropped us off fifteen minutes early, something that would never happen again. I went straight to my first-period class. AP English Lit with my favorite teacher.

“Morning, Ms. Barrie,” I said.

She didn’t look up from her computer. “Hello, Eden.”

I slipped into a desk in the back row and watched as my classmates trickled in.

My next class would be statistics, although it had been a recent change. I’d realized in middle school that college was my best route out of Heron, and I wouldn’t get to college without serious scholarships. So I’d mapped out my high school curriculum in seventh grade, picking each course to maximize my GPA. Everything had gone according to plan until three weeks ago, when I’d switched to a different math class and elective. The decision had seemed bold at the time. Now, it felt crazy.

After English, I dropped by my locker and arrived late for second period. With nervous anticipation, I smiled at my statistics teacher and turned toward the back.

“Wait, Eden. Sit there.” Mrs. Menzies gestured at an empty seat on the front row.

I paused, looking from the desk to her. She eyed me steadily, a challenge in her expression.

Did she expect me to argue with her? I certainly wanted to.

Swallowing hard, I took my seat.

“All right, everyone. I’m glad that you’ve chosen to take Advanced Placement Statistics…”

I tuned out what she said, too annoyed to listen to whatever welcoming remarks she had for us. They would be on her syllabus anyway. I was consumed with shrugging off how much it bothered me to sit in the front with a dozen pairs of eyes behind me. Were they watching me? Probably not, but I didn’t like that it was a possibility.

Even deep breaths betrayed me, because they filled my head with the soapy-clean, spicy-cologne scent of Ash Gupta. Why did Mrs. Menzies have me sitting next to him?

“… you’ll have one group project and one individual assignment due each week…”

I glanced at her. Group projects already? Was that why we had assigned seats?

“… that’s it for now. Form into your teams. I’ll hand out your first project.”

The sounds of dragging chairs and laughing voices filled the room. I checked around. Was I the only one who didn’t know what to do?

Ash was looking at me, pained resignation on his face. “You’re with us, Eden.”

I dragged my desk into the circle beside him. There were five of us in the group. Upala and Dev were Ash’s friends. A built-in alliance. They would vote as a bloc even if I could get the last guy on my side.

The next few minutes blurred into the rhythms of a project team pretending to become cohesive. I didn’t join in, listening instead to Ash control the discussion and watching as Mrs. Menzies went from group to group, dropping off a large bag of M&Ms, several paper bowls, and the project sheet. When she finally arrived at our circle, she described what she wanted and then gave me a hard stare.

“I want collaboration from everyone.”

Message received—although it was unnecessary. I participated when it mattered. Reaching for the M&M bag, I filled a bowl and began separating the candies by color. An exercise in probabilities.

“Before we go any further,” Ash was saying, “we should pick a leader for the team. How do we want to choose?”

“Might as well cut the bullshit, Ash,” I said without looking up. “You want the job. No one’s going to fight you. Just take it by acclamation.”

Silence greeted my speech. I glanced at him. His gaze held mine for a second before he frowned at his notebook, picked up a pen, and began drawing tiny perfect squares, one after the other. I looked at the rest of the team. Upala and Dev glared at me but didn’t disagree with my suggestion. Probably hated that it had come from me, though.

About the Author

JULIA DAY lives in North Carolina, halfway between the beaches and the mountains. She has two twenty-something daughters and one geeky old husband. When she’s not writing software or stories, Julia enjoys traveling with her family, watching dance reality shows on TV, and dreaming about which restaurant ought to get her business that night.

I’ve started reading this (curtesy of Griffin Teen) and so far I find the differing socio-economic background to be interesting and I’m hoping it delves deeper into that.

Interview with Kody Keplinger + Giveaway

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Hey everyone. I am so thrilled to have Kody on my blog for the blog tour. I fell in love with her books after reading A Midsummer’s Nightmare and The Duff. I read Run and really loved it as well, unsurprisingly. If you’re unfamiliar with Run, here is some information about it:

Run CoverRun by Kody Keplinger

Published By: Scholastic Press (June 28th, 2016)

Genres: Young Adult, Contemporry, LGBT

Themes: Friendship, Family, Coming-of-Age, Disability

Pages: 288

Goodreads Summary:

Bo Dickinson is a girl with a wild reputation, a deadbeat dad, and a mama who’s not exactly sober most of the time. Everyone in town knows the Dickinsons are a bad lot, but Bo doesn’t care what anyone thinks.

Agnes Atwood has never gone on a date, never even stayed out past ten, and never broken any of her parents’ overbearing rules. Rules that are meant to protect their legally blind daughter — protect her from what, Agnes isn’t quite sure.

Despite everything, Bo and Agnes become best friends. And it’s the sort of friendship that runs truer and deeper than anything else.

So when Bo shows up in the middle of the night, with police sirens wailing in the distance, desperate to get out of town, Agnes doesn’t hesitate to take off with her. But running away and not getting caught will require stealing a car, tracking down Bo’s dad, staying ahead of the authorities, and — worst of all — confronting some ugly secrets.

At the end, you can enter a giveaway for one of three finished copies. This giveaway is U.S. Only. 🙂 There will also be information about Kody and social media links to follow her with.


I adored The Duff and A Midsummer’s Nightmare, why did you decide to move away from the Hamilton High series of sorts? Do you think you’re done with the setting or may you go back to it?

I had been writing about the Hamilton High setting – mostly romantic comedies – since I was seventeen.  I love those books and those characters, but I knew eventually I’d want to move on to something new. So when I wrote Lying Out Loud, I intended to sort of close up that series there by showing all the characters from previous books to see where they are now.  Then, with Run, I wanted to start fresh.  I wanted to write about a very different story in a very different place.  I don’t know if I’ll go back to Hamilton. There are no plans to at the moment.  But for now, I want to focus on a few things that are a little different from the books I wrote in my late teens and early twenties. And I hope other readers will like these new stories just as much!

Run is such a departure from your previous books, it seems much grittier and darker with the setting and police, were any of these grittier aspects based on your life?

They weren’t based on my life, but they were based on the realities of places like the one where I grew up.  I grew up poor in a small town in Kentucky, where there was definitely a drug problem (one I only became aware of as an teenager) and where poverty was the norm. It wasn’t a huge deal to me as a teenager – it was just part of my reality, of my hometown.  So I wanted to write a story for kids like me, who never see their own not-so-pristine hometowns in fiction. I wanted to show both the good and the bad of places like where I lived without sensationalizing it.  So while the things that happen to Bo and Agnes are not autobiographical, I do think they are somewhat relatable and realistic to teens growing up in these tiny rural towns.

In Run, one of the main characters, Agnes has a condition called Leber’s Congenital Amaurosis, which you also have. Did you see parts of yourself in Agnes?

I see parts of myself in all of my characters. It’s how I am able to dig into them and really put them on the page. I find the parts of them that are like me and use that as an anchor.  While Agnes and I both have LCA (and are thus both legally blind) I actually relate more to Bo, the other MC.  Like Bo, I grew up poor, and while my home life was not nearly as troubled, I felt more of a kindred spirit with her. Bo is bisexual, and I identify as queer (as did most of my friends in high school).  So there are definitely parts of me in both characters.

Agnes’ parents are very over protective because she has Leber’s Congenital Amaurosis and restrict her from things. In addition, Agnes’ best friend treats her as something to take care of. Were your parents or friends the same way as you were growing up? How did this affect your daily life?

Like I said, I actually relate more to Bo than to Agnes.  My parents weren’t remotely restrictive or overprotective.  I don’t think I ever even had a curfew. My mom was very liberal and flexible and raised me to be as independent as possible.  As for my friends, sure, some did treat me like a burden.  I actually think that’s something most disabled people can relate to. I’m an adult and still get treated that way by friends who don’t realize what they’re doing sometimes. Even wonderful, good people can sometimes be insensitive.  So while elements of Agnes’s experience are pulled from my own, she lives a very, very different life from me in many ways.

Run is told in both Agnes and Bo’s perspectives and told during different periods of time. I really enjoy seeing who Agnes is through in the beginning and then discovering who she becomes in Bo’s perspective in “current” time. Why did you decide to do the two perspectives this way?

I love stories that are non-linear. I love when a writer makes me think. And when the idea for Run first came to me, I immediately knew how I wanted to structure the story.  I wanted the reader to see the girls running away even as their trying to piece together why they’re running away. I wanted to show Bo and Agnes both as they are and as they were.  Something about it just made sense to me, even though it wasn’t something I’d tried before.  It was tricky at times, but I just knew that Agnes and Bo would just tell different parts of this story.

Is there anything you really loved that you had to cut from Run that you can share?

So, I actually very rarely cut full scenes from my books. Typically, it’s the opposite. My drafts are often very short. Like, twenty thousand words less than where they end up. I write sort of the bare bones version of the book first, and then I add in later drafts.  So usually I don’t have to cut full scenes – just sentences and small sections – but I have to add lots and lots to flesh the book out and make it all make sense.  With Run, I added quite a bit.  Whole chapters and scenes.  For example, there is a scene at a street fair that was not in the first drafts of the book.

I’ve discovered Disability In Kid Lit this past year, I love that you co-founded it! What moved you to create this resource? What has been your favorite part in being a part of Disability In Lit?

Disability in Kidlit came out of the diversity movement. I was so thrilled to see so many authors pushing for more diversity, but I rarely saw disability discussed. So I reached out to Corinne Duyvis, an author and friend of mine who often discussed disability with me, and we decided to do a short series about disability on a blog.  That series turned into a long term resource now nearing its third anniversary.   Corinne and Kayla Whaley, another amazing writer, are really the ones running the show over there.  My official title is “Fairy Godmother” because I help out when I can and try to spread the word about the site.  And I’m so proud of how many people the site has reached and the resource it has become. I hope that it’s helpful both for disabled readers and the teachers and librarians that work with them. If you’re looking for reviews and resources about books featuring characters with disabilities, it’s a great place to check out.

If you’re currently writing anything, can you tell us anything about your current work in progress?

This is the part where I admit that I’m a little superstitious. I am always nervous to talk about projects too early. So what I will say is that I have a next project in mind, and I’m really excited about it!  Hopefully, once it’s done and I think it’s safe to talk about it, you guys will be, too!!!

Kody Keplinger


Kody Keplinger was born and raised in small town western Kentucky, where she began her writing career after penning the New York Times and USA Today bestseller, The DUFF, at age seventeen.The DUFF, now a major motion picture, was chosen as an YALSA Top Ten Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Readers and a Romantic Times Top Pick. Kody has since written other books for both young adult and middle grade readers. When she isn’t writing, Kody is posting about fashion and body positivity on her Instagram, chatting about her favorite TV shows on Twitter, or making videos for her YouTube account. Kody is also the co-founder of Disability in KidLit and a teacher at the Gotham Writers Workshops in NYC.

Kody is active on social media, so feel free to reach out to her on TwitterFacebookInstagram or YouTube.

Here is the giveaway,as promised. Good luck! 🙂

Interview with Shari Goldhagen (Author of 100 Days of Cake) + Giveaway

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Hi everyone! I am part of the blog tour for 100 Days of Cake put together by Hannah.  For my stop I decided to do an interview with Shari.  I love a lot of these answers, so I hope you enjoy it. 🙂 There will be a giveaway at the end of the interview where you can win one of three finished copies.

For those unfamiliar with 100 Days of Cake:

100 Days of Cake Cover100 Days of Cake by Shari Goldhagen

Published By: Simon & Schuster (Atheneum Books For Young Readers) on May 17, 2016

Genres: Young Adult, Contemporary

Themes: Mental Illness, Family

Pages: 352

Goodreads Summary

Get well soon isn’t going to cut it in this quirky and poignant debut novel about a girl, her depression, an aggressive amount of baked goods, and the struggle to simply stay afloat in an unpredictable, bittersweet life.

There are only three things that can get seventeen-year-old Molly Byrne out of bed these days: her job at FishTopia, the promise of endless episodes of Golden Girls, and some delicious lo mien. You see, for the past two years, Molly’s been struggling with something more than your usual teenage angst. Her shrink, Dr. Brooks isn’t helping much, and neither is her mom who is convinced that baking the perfect cake will cure Molly of her depression—as if cake can magically make her rejoin the swim team, get along with her promiscuous sister, or care about the SATs.

Um, no. Never going to happen.

But Molly plays along, stomaching her mother’s failed culinary experiments, because, whatever—as long as it makes someone happy, right? Besides, as far as Molly’s concerned, hanging out with Alex at the rundown exotic fish store makes life tolerable enough. Even if he does ask her out every…single…day. But—sarcastic drum roll, please—nothing can stay the same forever. When Molly finds out FishTopia is turning into a bleak country diner, her whole life seems to fall apart at once. Soon she has to figure out what—if anything—is worth fighting for.

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For my stop I decided to do an interview with Shari.  I love a lot of these answers, so I hope you enjoy it. 🙂 There will be a giveaway at the end of the interview.


The main character, Molly is really into sitcom TV, specifically Golden Girls. I adored this sort of outlet that you gave her. What inspired you to add that part in? 

The book isn’t autobiographical by any means, but this element I did pluck from my own life. When I was growing up my family wasn’t all that literary, we watched a lot of ALF. . .and Roseanne, and Family Ties and Golden Girls every Saturday night. Even as I got older and started going out with my friends, it was really nice to come home and sit down with my parents and watch whatever they were watching and catch up . When I see reruns of those shows now, it’s like sliding on a Snuggie– instantly I’m back on that couch with my parents.

As a follow up to that, what is one of your favorite current running shows and one of your favorite older shows?

I binge watch what’s probably an extremely unhealthy amount of dramas—it’ll be like one in the morning on a weekday, and my husband I will talk ourselves into one more episode. I really like the different perspectives of The Affair, and we just finished the second season of Better Call Saul, which made me want to go back and re-watch all of Breaking Bad. Game of Thrones frustrates me sometimes (the books did, too) but it’s still a Sunday night event because they’ll be spoilers everywhere Monday morning.

One comedy I LOVE is Netflix’s BoJack Horseman because of the way it twists those sitcoms from the 80s and 90s. It walks that fine line of being extremely dark but still earnest in its occasional bursts of optimism. As far as older shows, well, Golden Girls is still pretty darn good!

This may be a weird question, ha, but why did you decide to begin 100 Days of Cake on Day 12 rather than Day 1?

The idea that Molly’s mom would decide to bake a cake for her every day is, well, pretty freaking strange. When she initially told Molly, Molly probably would have told her just that. Or she wouldn’t have believed her mom or maybe she’d assume Mom would bail on the idea after a few days. I tried to write that first cake scene several times, but it always felt sort of lifeless and while it sets a lot of things in motion, it seemed to really be holing the story back.

Then I remembered something I tell my students, you don’t have to include all the boring parts of a story. So I tried starting the book when the cake baking isn’t just an abstract maybe, but something that is already happening, and I thought it worked so much better. Plus, I wanted to have the events take place within summer vacation, so starting two weeks in better fit into that timeline.

An interesting thing that happens in 100 Days of Cake is how Molly’s mom bakes a different kind of cake every day in hopes of helping Molly’s depression. I thought this was a fascinating way of coping that her mom did. Why did you decide to have her mom bake cakes?

Depression is a weird beast, and it’s hard on the people close to you. Molly’s mom sincerely wants to help, but she doesn’t really know how and all the things people tell her you’re supposed to do—take Molly to doctors, get her on meds—aren’t working.  She’s a person who’s had a lot of success following the advice in self-help books, so when she discovers A Baker’s Journey:100 Days of Cake, she’s willing to give it go.

She knows it’s probably a long-shot, but she’s willing to try. And to an extent Molly goes along with that too. It’s like throwing a penny into a fountain or making a wish at 11:11, you can be a rational person who knows it’s likely bunk, but a part of you desperately wants to believe it just might work. And it can’t hurt right?

I like how we really get into Molly’s head in the book and see how she deals with depression and therapy. Were you afraid of possibly incorrectly portraying either of these topics or portraying them in a way that people didn’t like?

I’m sure that many people are going to be offended or tell me that I’m presenting depression or its treatment incorrectly; I’m fully anticipating a little hate mail. But this isn’t intended to be a guidebook about how to recognize and cope with mental health issues; I’m not a doctor (if I were, I would definitely advice against crushing on your shrink). I write fiction, so character development is always going to trump specifics of biology for me. It’s not my goal to give a case study on teens with classic symptoms of various DSM-5 conditions, but to tell a coming of age story about a fully developed (I hope!) person who is dealing with these issues in a way that is true to her.

Did you need to do research for 100 Days of Cake? Was there any certain specific research you did?

I re-watched a lot of Golden Girls.

What character do you most identify with in 100 Days of Cake?

Hmm. . .I think Molly and I have a similar worldview on a lot of things, and I actually really understood where Dr. B is coming from and what he is trying to do. Oddly though, it’s the characters who are the least like me personally who I ended up loving the most. Elle, with her causes and righteous rage would drive me crazy, but I would love to have her as a friend. And I found myself smiling every time I wrote a scene where Veronica got to deliver a one-liner or show that she was so much more than the box that Elle wanted to put her in.

It’s really interesting to me that you first started writing professionally for magazines like US Weekly and Cosmopolitan, I think that’s really cool and interesting. What was that experience like for you?

I still write for those magazines. When I was younger I had this idea that I couldn’t write serious literature and stalk celebrities for the National Enquirer. But prose poems weren’t exactly paying the bills and those magazines were the ones that wanted to pay me.

After a while I came to realize that no matter the medium, people are reading for a good story—be it about Kim Kardashian or some literary heroine—they want to learn something about the human experience. So I love doing both. Also writing fiction is pretty solitary, so it’s nice to actually get to interact with other humans on magazine stories.

What (,if anything,) pushed you into writing Young Adult fiction? 

Honestly, it was just getting older. When I was in college in my late teens and early twenties, I wrote a lot of first-person stories about girls. . .in their late teens and early twenties. . .who were from Cincinnati. . .and probably went to school in Chicago. . .and maybe liked comic books and dyed their hair red, etc. Anyway I would take those stories into workshops, and everyone would say things like the dialogue was great and I had some good descriptions, but the main character was such a bitch, which was really hurtful since that main character was painfully, obviously me.

The issue was that I was too close to the material and I wasn’t fully developing those characters and just assuming that the readers already understood them the way I did. They always say, “write what you know,” but writing what I knew was literally ruining everything.

So I started writing stories about men in their thirties. And that allowed me to really invent a character from the ground up—I couldn’t just make assumptions; I had to account for all of their thoughts and motivations and quirks. Those stories turned into my first adult novel. Writing my second novel, I was farther removed from my late teens and early twenties, so I could write about younger characters—men and women—during with more distance. And now that I am a freaking dinosaur, younger characters require that ground up invention, and I’m loving it.

What is something that you’ve learned from writing three books now?

I am a terrible copy editor.

Relationships with siblings can be hard to maintain, especially as they get older. I really liked Veronica’s character as she reminded me of my own sister, which helped with some insight there. What do you think is the hardest part for both siblings in trying to maintain their relationship?

Like Molly, I have a younger sister. People always assume we’re really different—I’m the “serious” writer with dark hair and a bunch of degrees, while she’s the blonde B-list actress who practices hypnotherapy and has a Pomeranian. A lot of times we play into those roles and it’s frustrating, but the truth is we are actually extremely similar and have a ton of common ground, even if we lose sight of that sometimes. That was one thing I wanted for Molly and V to be dealing with as well. They’re growing up and developing different interests, but they are still a lot alike in a lot of ways even if they forget it occasionally or don’t want to acknowledge it. They still have a shared history and still love each other, but he way they relate to each other needs to evolve.

A fellow show-binger. ❤ Any book that involves re-watching shows is a book that I want to read. I really love Roseanne. I could watch re-runs of it all the time. I need to check out BoJack Horseman as I really like 90s sitcoms. I love that 100 Days of Cake didn’t start on day 1 and the reason Shari gave. It really did help the story already fall into place which was great. I still think it’s so cool to be writing for US Weekly and Cosmopolitan. Like wow.  People do really just want a good story so I will definitely read magazines like that if they contain one. I loved V’s one-liners!

Ah, thanks so much for the awesome answers and for being on my blog, Shari. ❤

Here is the giveaway for my lovely readers.  You can win one of three finished copies. It’s United States only.

For some more information on Shari Goldhagen:

Shari GoldhagenAfter serious pursuits of literature at Northwestern (BSJ) and Ohio State (MFA), Shari Goldhagen discovered she had a knack for sifting through celebrity trash and worked as a gossip writer for publications including The National EnquirerUs Weekly, and Life & Style Weekly. And her articles on pop culture, travel and relationships have appeared everywhere from Cosmopolitan to Penthouse. She has received fellowships from Yaddo and MacDowell and currently lives in New York City with her husband and daughter.

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Summer Days and Summer Nights – Questionaire

Hi guys!

I totally spaced out this past week, plus I was at BEA! So I kind of forgot that I had a tour stop this month for the anthology, Summer Days and Summer Nights, edited by Stephanie Perkins. Fortunately I can do my post now which is what I’m doing. 

I’ll be sharing some questions and answers asked of Stephanie Perkins.

Summer_Days_And_Summer_NightsSummer Days and Summer Nights (edited by Stephanie Perkisn)

Published By: St. Martin’s Griffin on May 17th

Genres: Young Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Fantasy

Themes: Love, Hope

Pages: 400

Goodreads Summary:

Maybe it’s the long, lazy days, or maybe it’s the heat making everyone a little bit crazy. Whatever the reason, summer is the perfect time for love to bloom. Summer Days & Summer Nights: Twelve Love Stories, written by twelve bestselling young adult writers and edited by the international bestselling author Stephanie Perkins, will have you dreaming of sunset strolls by the lake. So set out your beach chair and grab your sunglasses. You have twelve reasons this summer to soak up the sun and fall in love.

Featuring stories by Leigh Bardugo, Francesca Lia Block, Libba Bray, Cassandra Clare, Brandy Colbert, Tim Federle, Lev Grossman, Nina LaCour, Stephanie Perkins, Veronica Roth, Jon Skovron, and Jennifer E. Smith.

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For these questions, people on the blog tour were able to send in various questions which were then combined with others if they were similar. We get to pick which questions to show on our blog. Questions from the other tour stops may be repeated.

  • This is the second anthology you’ve edited. What was the inspiration? What did you give your contributing authors in the way of guidance or prompting as they began their stories?

The inspiration for the second anthology was . . . the first anthology. Working with my friends was such a joy, and I relished the opportunity to work with eleven new authors. All of them had so much to teach me both as an author and an editor. I’m always looking for opportunities to become better at my craft. Pulling apart these stories, inspecting their seams, digging in deeper—it’s a brilliant way to learn new tricks. And I’m a good editor, so I think/hope that my work was helpful for them, too.

I gave the authors only three guidelines: Their story had to take place during the summer, romantic love had to be involved, and—no matter how dark the situation got—it had to end on a note of hope.

  • What was it like working at this project compared to the first one, My True Love Gave To Me? Is it easier to do the editing and collaborations with other authors now that you have experience from the first one? 

This one was significantly harder. The first anthology felt like a fluke—something with my friends, just for fun! A lot more planning went into this one. I’d already been a critique partner to several of the authors in the holiday anthology, so they were used to working with me. I’d already earned their trust.

With the summer anthology, I reached out to a lot of authors whose work I admired, but I didn’t personally know them as well. Relationships had to be established. That takes time. But the work was great fun, and I loved getting to know them, and it was a tremendous honor for these incredibly talented authors to have trusted me with their work. I’m so, so grateful.

  • Why did you decide to bring these particular authors together for this anthology?

I reached out to authors who are writing stories that I love. All of them have strong voices and—whether or not they primarily write romance—a kind and romantic heart.

The crazy and fantastic thing is that there are literally dozens of other YA authors who also fit this description. There are so many talented, inspiring writers in this industry! I had to make some tough decisions, and a lot of it just came down to keeping a balance between the genres..

  • Your contribution to this collection is a new story featuring Marigold and North (previously seen in My True Love Gave to Me). What was it like revisiting these characters? Did you always know that there would be more to their story? Will there be more in the future?

I’m not sure if I always knew a continuation of their story was worth telling, but I did know where their future was headed. In the early days, I was working under the assumption that I wouldn’t HAVE another chance write about them, so I was trying not to think about it too much. If that makes sense.

But . . . I have a hard time letting go of characters. I always have. So when the summer anthology came to fruition, I knew immediately that I would continue their story. Now, I’m happy with how I’ve left them. In the first story, North helped to heal Marigold. This time, she helped to heal him. They’re good.

  • How does editing a short story collection compare to writing a full-length novel? Did your process as an author influence your process as an editor?

It’s easier. A lot easier. I only had to come up with original content for 1/12th of the 400 pages! My writing process is slow and generally agonizing, so . . . yeah. It’s just not even close.

But it’s a huge part of the reason why I love to edit. I’m a slow drafter, and I prefer the tinkering, shimmering stages of editing and revising. It’s where a good story becomes great. My nitpicky brain loves working on that level—finding a better word, a tighter theme, a more developed character, a more textured setting. And I absolutely love helping other authors to find their own deeper, truer stories.

I think most authors become a better editor as they become a better writer. I’m the opposite. I started off with stronger editorial skills, and, as they improve, they’re helping me to become a better writer.

But, being an author, I will say that when I’m wearing my editorial hat, I heap a LOT of praise onto the other authors. I leave tons of notes for them in the margins and mark every single passage or phrase that I love. Writing is difficult work, and I always appreciate it when my own editors take the time to mark their favorite bits. Praise also shows me how to revise my work! It teaches me which parts are the good parts! And that’s revising in a nutshell: adding more good parts, removing the bad parts.

~Summer Questions~

  • What are your thoughts on summer romances?

Naturally juicy! When you’re a teenager, they’re often fleeting and filled with drama. So much can happen over a single summer. You can reinvent yourself. There’s magic in that.

  • What are your favorite summer love stories?

Several of the authors in my two anthologies have written swoony summer romances. A few that immediately spring to mind: I’m pretty sure all of Jennifer E. Smith’s books take place over summer (The Geography of You and Me is a favorite), as well as Nina LaCour’s The Disenchantments and Everything Leads to You, and Jenny Han’s Summer series, starting with The Summer I Turned Pretty.

  • If you had to pair Summer Days and Summer Nights with a summer-y drink, what would it be?

Watermelon juice. It’s so simple—it’s just watermelon that’s been put into a blender, but it’s heaven.

  • If readers could take away one thing from having read Summer Days And Summer Nights what would you hope it would be?

It always sounds corny, but . . . hope is the hope. No matter what’s going on in your life right now—and as teenagers, so much of your life is out of your own control—it will get better. You’ll get more control, you’ll get to make more choices. Make good choices. Learn from your mistakes. I promise—with every single fiber of my heart—that life gets better. There is always hope.


I loved a lot of Stephanie’s answers for these questions. Creating an anthology sounds like a lot of fun but a lot of hard work as well. I love the idea though! I can’t wait to read this. I am going to definitely have to try Watermelon juice because it sounds super simple and interesting.

Hmm, I think all of Jennifer’s books do take place in summer! My favorite (and the only one I’ve read) is The Statistical Probability of Love At First Sight. ❤ I need to seriously read The Geography of You and Me as well as the rest. The other summer time books are also on my list of TBR.

Have you read My True Love Gave To Me? Are you planning on reading this? Have you read many anthologies?

Stephanie_PerkinsFor more information about Stephanie (from her website) :

Hi, there! I’m Stephanie Perkins, and I’m a New York Times and international bestselling author of books for teenagers and for adults with teenage hearts. I was born in South Carolina, raised in Arizona, and I attended universities in California and Georgia. Since 2004, I’ve lived in the mountains of Asheville, North Carolina.

I’ve always worked with books—first as a bookseller, then as a librarian, now as a novelist and editor. My best friend is my husband Jarrod. Every room of our house is painted a different color of the rainbow, and we share it with a feisty cat named Mr. Tumnus.

For more information, please check out my FAQ.

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Interview With Roshani Chokshi

Hey everyone. Today I’m so happy to be one of the next stops for The Star-Touched Queen blog tour. I have an interview supplied by St. Martin’s to share, but first, some information about the book.

The Star-Touched QueenThe Star-Touched Queen by Roshani Chokshi

Published: April 26th, 2016 by St. Martin’s Griffin 

Genre: Fantasy

Pages: 342

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Goodreads Summary:

Fate and fortune. Power and passion. What does it take to be the queen of a kingdom when you’re only seventeen?

Maya is cursed. With a horoscope that promises a marriage of Death and Destruction, she has earned only the scorn and fear of her father’s kingdom. Content to follow more scholarly pursuits, her whole world is torn apart when her father, the Raja, arranges a wedding of political convenience to quell outside rebellions. Soon Maya becomes the queen of Akaran and wife of Amar. Neither roles are what she expected: As Akaran’s queen, she finds her voice and power. As Amar’s wife, she finds something else entirely: Compassion. Protection. Desire…

But Akaran has its own secrets — thousands of locked doors, gardens of glass, and a tree that bears memories instead of fruit. Soon, Maya suspects her life is in danger. Yet who, besides her husband, can she trust? With the fate of the human and Otherworldly realms hanging in the balance, Maya must unravel an ancient mystery that spans reincarnated lives to save those she loves the most. . .including herself.

A lush and vivid story that is steeped in Indian folklore and mythology. The Star-Touched Queen is a novel that no reader will soon forget.


What/Who were your biggest inspirations for the characters in The Star-Touched Queen? Which character in The Star-Touched Queen did you personally relate to the most and why?

For Maya and Amar, they were inspired by the Hades/Persephone. But I imagined those two mythological characters a little more differently. In Maya’s case, I knew that ambition was her defining trait, but I wasn’t sure whether that would manifest as seeking emotional or material fulfillment. Turns out, it was a bit of both. Kamala was inspired by my love of fiendish side characters like Mogget from Garth Nix’s SABRIEL and is probably the character I relate to the most. Her sense of humor can be a little abrasive. But she’s fiercely loyal to her friends. Other people in TSTQ were inspired by a collection of people whom I met/knew/heard of growing up.

Have you always been drawn to Mythology and what are some of your favorite mythological tales? What myth specifically inspired Star-Touched? Always! I was raised on mythology.

It was one of the most important outlets for me to connect to my Filipino/Indian heritage. My favorite Indian myths are Shakuntula, Nala and Damayanti, and Savitri. My favorite Filipino story is the Igorot tale of the Sky Maiden. My favorite Western myth is Hades and Persephone. TSTQ was specifically inspired by Hades & Persephone.

Let’s talk inspiration. What Indian folklore inspired The Star-Touched Queen and where could someone who might be interested in reading and learning more about it and other Indian stories (cough, me, cough) learn more?

The main Indian folktales/myths that inspired TSTQ or particular scenes were: Shakuntula (plays on the idea of memory and forgotten loves), Savitri & Satyavan (bargaining with Lord of Death, wily females!) and Narasimha (the fourth avatar of Lord Vishnu who defeated the demon king Hirayankashipu). Honestly, most of these were stories I heard growing up with my family. But my favorite thing to read when I was younger were the Amar Chitra Katha comics! They’re these illustrated tales from Indian mythology and I love them so so so much.

What scene in THE STAR-TOUCHED QUEEN was your favorite to write?

Definitely the scene where Amar and Maya are working together in the constellation room. I think it’s an important scene about interpretation, which, to me, is a major theme in TSTQ.

Did you listen to any music while writing this book? If yes, what would you say was your MOST played artist or song?

Sometimes I listen to music when I write. It just depends on whether the song is distracting me or fueling some weird atmospheric part of the scene. Sometimes it’s just one song on repeat. I listen to a lot of hip hop. And when I pretty much rewrote TSTQ in February 2015, I felt furious. Not with anyone. But just with the story. Like it was itching to be told right and I was failing it. I think the songs I listened to the most with TSTQ was either Kid Ink’s “Show Me” or Kendrick Lamar’s “Poetic Justice.”

What is your dream movie cast for STAR-TOUCHED?

LOVE this question. I’ve always envisioned Lakshmi Menon (the Sri Lankan model) as Maya-esque. Amar has some definite Arjun Rampal undertones (swoons forever). Gupta is kinda cheeky and nerdy, and reminds me of Imran Khan (actor not Pakistani cricket player). Gauri is cheeky, but fierce, so definitely Preity Zinta or Deepika Padukone. Nritti: Aishwarya Rai. And Mother Dhina: Rekha.

What is the most exciting part about publishing your first novel?

Interacting with readers. Talking to the YA community gives me so much life.

How did you build your world and keep everything straight for STAR-TOUCHED

Flashcards, charts, webs, etc. I know everyone has their own tricks! Flashcards, backs of receipts, corners of napkins. Which is to say, I did not keep things straight at all. This is why you have beta readers. To throw virtual tomatoes at you and point out that given the rules of your world, you cannot do the thing you just did.

What is your next project? Is it in the same world as STAR-TOUCHED?

I just finished the companion novel to TSTQ! So, I’m hoping to get started on edits soon. I can’t wait for y’all to read it. I love it so much.

What is the one thing you want readers to walk away from STAR-TOUCHED with?

I hope readers see a little of how fairytales and folklore celebrate our shared experiences across cultural spectrums. And I hope their dreams are a little star-touched and that they close the book thinking they’ve tasted fairy fruit and walked through more than one life.

That was a lovely interview. I love reading about different mythologies and seeing certain “retellings” of them in books. The Star-Touched Queen is such a poetically told book from what I read. I can definitely see ambition in Maya, that seems to be her number one trait for sure. I think the constellation room involves my favorite scenes so far. I’m going to have to check out this dream cast for sure. I’m so excited about a companion novel! That sounds fantastic. 

Roshani Chokshi CREDIT Aman Sharma

CREDIT Aman Sharma

About the Author

ROSHANI CHOKSHI comes from a small town in Georgia where she collected a Southern accent, but does not use it unless under duress. She grew up in a blue house with a perpetually napping bear-dog. At Emory University, she dabbled with journalism, attended some classes in pajamas, forgot to buy winter boots and majored in 14th century British literature. She spent a year after graduation working and traveling and writing. After that, she started law school at the University of Georgia where she’s learning a new kind of storytelling. More information on the author can be found at



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