Me: Maybe this is a hoaxy thing, but Orlando Jones just sent me a friend request on Facebook.
Me: His page looks pretty legit.
Both: Random murmuring about Sleepy Hollow and how would we know if it was a real page or not. Then…
K: Maybe he read your book!
Me: Maybe he wants to play Parrish!
Both: Faint, coo, imagine the advance money, giggle, realize this is ridiculous, climb back up off the kitchen floor and sit back down to breakfast.
K: Orlando Jones is too old to play Parrish.
A: Sadly, yes. Pretty enough, but a little too old.
K: He could play Cly though.
Both: OMG OMG Eeee! Die.
Yes, we are deranged.
Yesterday was one of those days. The kind where the computer attempts to die and the kittens take a leak on your dirty clothes, and when you go downstairs to pitch the reeking laundry hamper, the dumpster full of compost belches unspeakable fluids all over you. Plus the building’s hot water is down for the day for necessary annual maintenance.
You remember this last bit after you’ve peeled your clothes and begun attempting to decontaminate.
Then, in the evening, you hit yourself in the front tooth with a salad bowl without any idea of how you actually achieved that.
I spent much of the day alternating between grading student exercises and deconstructing my office, so the floor repair could get done today. Having to fix the floor so soon after having put it in has been a bit of a morale dampener. (Then again, so was having those boards crackle underfoot.) Having to put the house back in a state where it looks as though we’re only half moved in has also been less than joy-inducing.
But! Kelly fixed the computer, I kinda hated that hamper, there was (after a disheartening interval) just enough hot water even though the “Hey, we’ve turned on the fire again!” announcement didn’t come until two hours after I got in the shower, we’ll feel better when our floor no longer crackles, I might rearrange my office, the tooth didn’t chip and yoga, as always, heals much.
My dear friend Fearless wrote to say she loved my book, and the Quill and Quire did too. Which means, on balance, the day was definitely a win.
Miss the sound of my voice? You can hear me on the Functional Nerds podcast today, talking about Penny Dreadful, a Twitter tiff Kelly and I had about whether (film) Tony Stark is a better man than (film) Steve Rogers, and, of course, Child of a Hidden Sea.
There are also new reviews on Eloquent Codex and BookNerd. And Julia, at All Things Urban Fantasy, says:
And it was just this mix of personal ability and magic that made this book irresistible. While exploring a new world is nothing new for contemporary fantasy, Sophie and her brother Bram do so with zest and personal abilities, not through the emergence of heretofore unknown magical legacies. Their very human approach, albeit aided by considerable intellect and prior knowledge in natural sciences, opens up this new world in a very believable fashion.
Kim, over at Midnight Garden, has posted a squeeful 4.5 star review of the novel, and says, about Sophie and Garland Parrish:
…I think things are definitely leaning a certain way for future volumes and I am in eager anticipation of that! Parrish is a dreamboat. Handsome, kind, stolid, and giving out smiles but sparingly. You know how I love my stoic captain (yes he is a captain!) types.
She also notes, much to my delight, that it’s an adult book full of superfun things we usually reserve for younger readers: pirates, adventure, magic and “moments of grotesque horror.”
Hmmm. Sophie/Garland doesn’t necessarily make for an excellent romantic mash-up moniker. Sophland? Garphie? Definitely not Garphie.
The Bibliotropic review of CHS says:
To say that Child of a Hidden Sea is indulgent fantasy is doing it a disservice, and yet I can’t think of a better way to describe it. It takes so many tropes that herald a bad story, and turns them into something that’s golden and great and nothing but pure enjoyment to read. An alternate world, a modern-day person being teleported to one, finding out she’s of that world all along (and with political clout, no less), these are all things that tend to have a person’s eyes rolling, and yet Dellamonica pulls them all off and makes a great story from them, set in an interesting fantasy world. Combine that with intelligent and diverse characters both on terms of ethnicity and sexuality, and you pretty much trip all my instinctive happy triggers for my reading.
Does anyone not know the book launch is today, at 3:30, at Bakka-Phoenix Books? If you need more info, let me know.