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WHAT IS THE BOOK THAT YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO ADMIT TO LOVING?? |
Ok, here's the cheesiest answer ever - I absolutely love Reconstruction: America's Unfinished Revolution, 1863-1877 by Eric Foner as well as Highbrow/Lowbrow: The Emergence of Cultural Hierarchy in America by Lawrence Levine. Yeah, I majored in history and I'm a total dork, lol. I'll take this a step further since I'm also a movie buff and shamefully admit that Labyrinth, starring David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly, is one of my all-time favorite movies. I really can't believe I just admitted one of my darkest secrets, hahaha. For those of you who have seen this movie, I swear, I am not crazy, just totally obsessed with David Bowie.
SINCE TODAY IS APRIL FOOL'S DAY IN THE USA, WHAT IS THE BEST PRANK YOU HAVE EVER PLAYED ON SOMEONE OR THAT SOMEONE HAS PLAYED ON YOU? |
Fun Question! This is another dorky answer - last year, the principal of the school where I was teaching announced at the end of the day that "due to a shortage of dairy products in Louisiana, we will no longer have pizza, ice cream, or grated cheese for the chili mac in the cafeteria." The chili mac was the highlight of everyone's week, and there was this roar of angry students and teachers coming from every classroom. Then she politely announced, "April Fool's." Trust me when I say that she was not well-liked by the students, parents or faculty, and after that little scare, I put her at the top of my hit list, lol. And karma can be a nastly little thing, because she was let go at the end of the year. Guess she'll never mess with anyone's chili mac again.
A: At the moment, I'm working on my very first urban fantasy novel, yay! The story will be set mainly in New Orleans, but some of the action will take place in the nearby River Parishes and possibly on the coast of Mississippi (Bay of St. Louis, Gulfport, & Bilouxi). I'm from Reserve, Louisiana which is a small town about halfway between New Orleans and Baton Rouge, and I spent my wonderful undergraduate years in the city (sniffle sniffle, boy do I miss that place). I also have family in southern Mississipi. I definitely want to incorporate all of the places I know and love into my novel. New Orleans is one of my favorite places - the history of the city is absolutely amazing, and I have endless amounts of paranormal folklore to work with. It's one of the most beautiful, culturally rich places on the planet and the perfect setting for my story.
I always knew I was different, not just the "sort of odd" or "eccentric" kind of different, but different from the entire human population. I've always felt something inside of me, something special. Wait, special isn't the right word. Unique, that's it. If I was standing in a crowded room, I always stood out, even when I tried to blend in with the others. It was as if I had a "HERE I AM! LOOK AT ME!" sign permanently stuck to my back. But the weirdest thing was that I didn't stick out like a sore thumb, only certain people noticed my uniqueness, and after they knew what I was their only goal was to make me one of their own.
Little did they know that if they tried to possess me, I would actually be the one to possess them and take hold of them from the depths of their souls. Over the years I've discovered that vulnerable appearances can lure even the hardest of hearts. It is for this reason that I usually keep to myself and shy away from company. That is, I did... until I met Her. She had red hair and green eyes and dark skin and something about her, well, I don't know, her aura, called out to me.
It had been so long since I actually opened myself up to another person, let someone else in completely. I had lost so many friends, family, and lovers because of what I had become, and although I feared that I would take her life, some part of me needed her. I yearned for a friend, someone who could share my hopes and dreams, a shoulder to cry on when I couldn't get the images of the ones I had taken out of my head. I can't explain it, but I just knew she was what I had been searching for throughout my entire lonely existence.