Friday, April 29, 2016

Fun Treat Friday: 4-29-2016 : Grimm and White

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Emily Hansen is a writer living in Baltimore City. She is from Chicago, Il. She graduated from Columbia College Chicago with a BA in Fiction. Her obsessions range from "The Walking Dead," to one or ten cups of coffee a day. She teaches English to 9th graders in Baltimore, Maryland. Emily became a writer because she thinks that people shouldn't have to look very far to find magic in their lives. "Grimm and White," is Emily's first novel.

If you need to find her she is most likely pretending to be F. Scott Fitzgerald in the Owl Bar at the Belvedere Hotel. Go check that place out. It's awesome.

" I want you to put your hand over your heart. Press down against the skin, meld your fingers into the flesh, and listen to the beats. Can you hear how that one organ is keeping you alive? One pump. Two pumps. Three. " 


Alice White Cabot would consider you lucky. She can press down in that same exact spot and she would feel…nothing. Allie does have: ten fingers and toes, one set of working lungs, a healthy liver, two small kidneys, stringy veins, long intestines, two-hundred and six breakable bones, and a big mouth. But in the empty chest cavity where the beating organ should be pulsing blood to the rest of Allie’s body, sits a void that only one person can fill. She is under the curse of the Heartless, and on her nineteenth birthday she will have to rip out the heart of the one she loves or she herself will die.

Kallin Grimm is a nineteen-year-old boy from the Chicago suburbs. He’s a regular guy who likes football, video games, and hanging out with his friend Lennon. A few exceptions break his normal routine, like the incredible strength Kallin has that he can’t explain. Not to mention, Kallin is in love with a girl that he has never met. The only means of communication they have is a pen and an enchanted journal that was given to Kallin by his father. The journal’s twin belongs to Allie and whatever is written in one can be seen in the other. For the past year they have shared their secrets and their souls, which is why Allie knows they can never meet. It is the only way to keep his heart safe.

Enter the dark world of curses, secrets, and a history as old as time. The novel opens on Allie’s eighteenth birthday. With one year left, she, along with her best friend Miles set off from California to find out more about the curse, her past, and to stay as far away from Kallin Grimm as she can. Their first lead is in Chicago. Maybe this curse is stronger than she thinks. Tick-Tick-Tick.

First, let me just comment on how beautiful this cover is. It's fantastic, and when you start into the book, you're met with fantastic graphics inside. (When I saw graphics, I mean, the font and decoration match the delight of the front cover.) I was won by just the fantastic way this book looked. 
(I was HIGHLY impressed.) 
Second - the plot of this book, the characters - everything was rich, and I was not let down at all - not even for a minute.. If you get a chance to read this book, you should. 
If you're a fan of Fairy Tales the way I am, this book is going to delight you with twists and turns. Everything that you think you know - you'll find you're faced with a new way of looking at tales you love. Heartless protagonists and innocent love. I loved this! 

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Emily will also be back for an Author Interview very soon! Be sure to stay tuned for more! 

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Throwback Thursday: 4-28-2016: Wesley Forest

Do you all recall a time in your life when you did something fun, and at the same time was a bit life-changing? That's how I would describe my time at Wesley Forest. 

I spent the Summer of 2010 in the Woods of Weikert, PA 
Where I was Craft Counselor at Wesley Forest

I might not have known it at the time, but it had a profound effect in my life - for the better. 
I found a comfort in the woods - in nature - that I had never experienced before. 
And I met some AMAZING people - whom I still have in my life. 

(Photography © GlenRichards)

I thought to share the video I created of my summer - so you all could see how awesome it was. 

(Photography © GlenRichards)

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

New Instagram! (And Snapchat Follow)

Hey Everyone! I just wanted to make sure I shared this information, everywhere! Be sure to follow me on my NEW AUTHOR INSTAGRAM @ chantalgadouryauthor! 

And if you'd like to follow/add me on Snapchat, find me! :) 

Happy Administrative Professionals Day!

Writing Wednesday: 4-27-2016

Welcome to Another "Writing Wednesdays" 

Today I thought I'd share a few poems with all of you!



I cut my long hair
with my mother’s dull scissors.
The rusty brown flecks of
metal and iron, fall with my
golden locks, straight and
split ends, over my shoulders,
clogging the sink drain.

You called me beautiful
in the moonlight glow—
shining through my blue taffeta curtains.
This was the last time you
called me by name; the last time
you used my hair to climb to me.

We took the elevator—instead of the stairs,
the pulsing lights for each floor, blinking into
our eyes as we push anything to go
down, down…

We escaped with the plan
to go to your house, across the field of
lakes and green grass, where we shared a
kiss and the promise of sunrise
to the north.

I would never be alone again.
I could walk in the grass barefoot.

The rain on the windshield made
you feel blind.
I tried to wipe away the steam
with a tissue as I read
you directions
to a place I had only

dreamed of.


Boy Hood

He came through my window, his
boyish smile promises the
star that mattered.

He tastes my lips—like he’s pretending to be a man. He tells
me he can fly as we lay on my childhood bed;
pink, stained, torn from memories, of laughter and tears; my
father coming into my room, a long belt in his hand,
showing me how to grow up.

He’d never understand.

He said he’d teach me the ways
to fly my invisible wings. He thought
a man meant wearing a suit, cutting
his stringy hair and shaving his rough beard.
I just wanted a partner.

 He will always be a child and if I were
to fly, it would be away.



He told me he hated my red coat.
He hated my mother and my father and
the rest of the family he had met on
a summer afternoon. He spilled his iced tea
on the yellow carpet on purpose and
turned his whiskers to the ceiling and laughed.
They hated him back, though, he knew already.

I could feel the anger in his hands as
he pulled at the red labels of my coat and
my white gloves. His fingers twisted into
my brown curls, pulling them from
the roots like weeds. He tore the fabric from
my body—in the middle of
our Autumn forest—where he once loved me as his own.

What lips you have, he whispers. What eyes…  

His wolf teeth graze my neck, dragging
red scars over my white skin; they promise
a swift death I wished would come
sooner. His lips over my skin are battles
waged on my breasts, my stomach, and
my thighs. He mounts me—makes me become
a part of his rage, grey and frozen, until he has had enough.

He leaves me surrounded in a
bed of dead leaves. In a pile of fabric paint and
blood of his own making.



The essential facts are:
If I live inside you
And you’re stitched into me
We’re sorted safely together [Never Apart].

You are the gauzy one.
You are sewn (deep.) [Take a breath]

Evasively full of patches and seams.
Forgetfully tugging at the stained thread.
(You want to leave?)

You’re wild in this autumn light,
In your ‘getting-somewhere-costume”
Going nowhere. [Listen to me now]

Your red juice on your lips
Rippling like a river: in and out
For the meanwhile – you are here.
For the time being –until you break loose