Catching UP!

Books that went to Press,or went to press again, this week!
LOVE BITES: The Barbara Garro Poetry Collection, Vol. 1, by Barbara Garro
    Now in her eighth decade, Barbara Garro, at the early death of her mom, became powerfully propelled into poetry. Poem after poem, flows through her as she shares the spirit of a lifetime in innermost love thoughts, fears and dreams. Love Bites is Garro’s debut poetry collection, first in a Series. A lifelong author, she thinks of her poetry as her heart exploding feelings she dresses in words, dancing them into poems. Since her mom’s death opened the floodgates, after “Remembering Mother” was published in The Maple Shade Progress,poems kept coming, 998 and counting. Each holds her heart inside the lines. Garro’s hope is that her heart connects with yours as she shares
her soft and hard feelings of love in Love Bites.

SECOND GROWTH, by Joan L. Cannon

    Serge Dziminowicz is hampered by his past in a dysfunctional family. 

When his career and his marriage both are destroyed by his feckless father, his reputation and his livelihood in shambles, he is forced to leave behind everything that has become meaningful to him. In rural Vermont, he stumbles on a way of life that nourishes a second growth. A near tragedy is the catalyst that enables him to dare to trust. He ultimately learns he must lower his own barriers

THE LIMITEDS, The Geocaching Mysteries, Vol. 2, by Jennifer Kirsch.
    Fourteen-year-old Luke dreams of spending July at Camp Unlimited, where campers explore cave networks, set off fireworks in pyrotech workshops, and sleep in tree house hammocks. But to get into the camp, Luke needs to demonstrate excellence in a sport, the arts, or school.
    More likely, he’ll end up at SURF, his town’s rec camp, where athlete’s foot, mildew, and warts plague the gym, bedbugs and lice infest the couches, and clumps of hair make frequent appearances in the burgers. When weird blobs start popping up on Luke’s computer, he’s too busy trying to complete his Unlimited application to notice. But when the blobs start looking like a secret,
uncharted geocache, he and his friend Gabe follow their trail, only to find themselves battling superbug viruses and navigating labyrinths while on a quest to save lives.

Galleys that went out, or went out again this week:

THE LAST CHRONICLER, by Judy Johns Heathcoe
    While tunneling through a mountain in the Russian Southern Urals, a team of engineers are trapped in a deep, large, cavern containing a living rain forest. Looking for a way out, they discover a hermitage that once was home to a historical society who called themselves chroniclers, whose
members were able to travel in time to view a famous person or event in order to record history correctly. In the hermitage library, among the many chronicles, they are privileged to view the lives of Vincent van Gogh, Edgar Allan Poe, and Nicholas II, last Tsar of Russia, and his family. But hiding out and watching their every move are the remaining chroniclers who are determined
to keep their existence a secret, even to the point of murdering any that discover it. The engineers find themselves running for their lives through the seemingly endless forest, wondering whether they
would face death at the hands of the dangerous and adamant chroniclers. . .or the primeval creatures of the forest.

 Jack's News!

  by your Official Bookstore Cat, 

and Gossip Columnist.

Hi Folks,

Heard from my Tom Taylor, President  at the Writers Bloc this week.

Poplar Hill Mansion

117 Elizabeth St

Salisbury, MD 21801

Hi Folks,

We will be meeting at Poplar Hill Mansion on Nov 19th about noon... so I will get there at 11:30 to start setting up... please RSVP with a dish to share.

Thanks

Tom T.

PS: I will hopefully make some naked meatballs...  no sauce to spilll... Or do I prepare them naked...? Cannot remember, will have to check the recipe again. :D

Addition from Jack -- I believe it's okay to bring books to sell or swap, too.

As for home, all is well. The water from the new well still tastes funny, but Roger said if I was thirsty enough I would drink it and I AM..

Best of all, Roger's finger is well enough now to play his guitar again, so we can sing. He even played some holiday music I hadn't ever heard before and some ballads, too.

It's starting to get cold, too. We had a real frost and me and Spunky played the chasing game so there were lots of little kitty prints in the driveway...

PLEASE don't YOU forget to send me news of any personal appearances, signings and so on... so I'll have some gossip to pass on next week. 

Just send an e-mail to arline@mail.com with 

 "News for Jack" 

 in the subject line, and

I'll make sure it shows up here for all the world to see!