Read It Or Eat It!

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The Dragon is hungry and he considers the possibility of food – Disappearing in Plain Sight by Francis Guenette lies out a little too near to the cook pot to go unnoticed… Should he read it or Eat it? Loud noises from his belly indicate his interest.

Let’s consider the tasty contents. The setting is rural Crater Lake in Canada. There is a bakery owned by two of the characters that supplies many mouths. Lisa Marie is a troubled teen who goes to live with her aunt. The descriptions of the area give vivid backdrops to a difficult story of the
young girl’s growth. The people who inhabit the tight-knit social climate all
change during the summer. The devastating loss two years ago of Caleb, a central figure to the inhabitant’s circle of friends, finally plays out as his closest
associates emerge from their grief to deal with their lives.

PROS and CONS of Cooking –

Pros-

  1. The characters are amazing and very real
  2. the story flows smoothly
  3. the plot holds the reader’s interest throughout
  4. the relationships are detailed and well developed
  5. there is a bakery filled with yummy breads
  6. there is a garden filled with yummy flowers and vegetables

Cons-

  1. There are no dragons in the story…
  2. while the main characters seem tasty, the Dragon is too caught up in the plot top eat them

The Dragon says save this book for reading. Although a tasty treat, it will be much better consumed by the mind. This is an entertaining novel. Buy it! !!!!ROAR!!!!  It can be found at Amazon and where all delicious towns  books are sold.

You can find Francis at all her usual island rendezvous, facebook, twitter and blog.

No Giraffes…

( WARNING- this blog article may contain reality. Traverse at your own risk. The author is an expert. Please do not try this at home!)
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I am an artist and words are my medium. I write fiction. First person, second or third…it is called imaginative storytelling. Quite possibly I am crazy. However, I am not lost in fantasy any more than I desire to be.

I am not a reporter.  Including small bits of reality in my art, pasting images here or there, lends credence to my daydreams. I may imagine a staircase where there is a hallway, see a ship where there is land, or place a flower where there is only sand. There are no giraffes at my house and I am not a small white dog.

Please don’t think of my ramblings as either right or wrong, truth or falsehood… very little I write is meant to be a relation of bare facts, but rather an examination of underlying emotion or philosophy. Practicing my art on a blog allows me to flex and bend my creative muscles. Let me tell my stories, ply my language paintbrush and simply enjoy. If you are going to read my posts, open your mind to what could be rather than what simply is. Who knows…You might begin to understand that a kiss is more than the touch of lips, or that you can not control another person’s thoughts no matter how you try. You might just smile, or cry, or see a side of things you missed before. You may even imagine giraffes…

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The Glahee Gypsy Seer -from Chronicles of Marithe Book2

When Mirandra had begun to have the dreams, she dismissed them as fantasy. Those blessed with the gift executed their brand of magic without being asleep. However, it was not an unusual thing for a Seer to dream of wild things. Insanity often plagued the weaker minded females of the Glahee, overcome by the Sight. She only had begun to be afraid when one dream was repeated. Several nights she struggled in anguish, waking in an almost fevered tremor. There was only one way to reassure herself that the dream was meaningless, and Mirandra intended to confront the vision head on.
The sounds of early morning in the streets of Kareth usually brought happy thoughts of Baya, breakfast, and Lase. However, this morning Mirandra dreaded seeing her brother. She feared he would prescribe her dreams to some sort of betrayal. Mirandra sighed heavily as she sat at the open air table between their tiny shelters waiting for Lase to emerge. The morning was cold, but her shivers would not have been abated by heat.