I don't know which is the newest cover.
Next week I'm going to write about some of the contretemps with authors, reviewers, agents, and readers. Luckily for us, there's been truly appalling behavior from all groups. I hope you're ready to feel morally superior to these bad eggs -- I know I am! I'll be bringing insight from my own extensive experience as a bad egg.
Speaking of which, here are some new and upcoming apocalyptic and dystopian books. Because a brain-eating zombie is always a bad egg. I'll post a few below. First, though, if you want some new books, Suzanne Johnson has several books in a range of genres that were never claimed in her amazing contests. So head on over to Preternatura and enter to win! She's got everything from paranormal romance like Demons Like It Hot to steampunk time travel like The Map of Time.
The Drowned Cities (Ship Breaker #2) by Paolo Bacigalupi
May 21, 2012
America has devolved into unending civil wars, driven by demagogues who recruit children to become soulless killing machines. Two refugees of these wars, Mahlia and Mouse, are known as "war maggots": survivors who have barely managed to escape the unspeakable violence plaguing the war-torn lands of the Drowned Cities. But their fragile safety is threatened when they discover a wounded half-man--a bioengineered war beast named Tool, who is hunted by a vengeful band of soldiers. When tragedy strikes, Mahlia is faced with an impossible decision: risk everything to save the boy who once saved her, or flee to her own safety.
February 8, 2012
Pressia barely remembers the Detonations or much about life during the Before. In her sleeping cabinet behind the rubble of an old barbershop where she lives with her grandfather, she thinks about what is lost-how the world went from amusement parks, movie theaters, birthday parties, fathers and mothers . . . to ash and dust, scars, permanent burns, and fused, damaged bodies. And now, at an age when everyone is required to turn themselves over to the militia to either be trained as a soldier or, if they are too damaged and weak, to be used as live targets, Pressia can no longer pretend to be small. Pressia is on the run.
There are those who escaped the apocalypse unmarked. Pures. They are tucked safely inside the Dome that protects their healthy, superior bodies. Yet Partridge, whose father is one of the most influential men in the Dome, feels isolated and lonely. Different.
April 17, 2012
Sixteen-year-old Scotch struggles to fit in—at home she’s the perfect daughter, at school she’s provocatively sassy, and thanks to her mixed heritage, she doesn’t feel she belongs with the Caribbeans, whites, or blacks. And even more troubling, lately her skin is becoming covered in a sticky black substance that can’t be removed. While trying to cope with this creepiness, she goes out with her brother—and he disappears. A mysterious bubble of light just swallows him up, and Scotch has no idea how to find him. Soon, the Chaos that has claimed her brother affects the city at large, until it seems like everyone is turning into crazy creatures. Scotch needs to get to the bottom of this supernatural situation ASAP before the Chaos consumes everything she’s ever known—and she knows that the black shadowy entity that’s begun trailing her every move is probably not going to help.
GRATUITOUS VIDEOS OF THE DAY
The sun is shining and the sky is blue so my theme is sun, bright, sky, blue, clear, day, that sort of thing.
This song makes me want to slap someone. (Refer to "bad egg" above.) Is it just me? If not, please feel free to slap the person closest to you. It's okay. Really.
And because it's Friday...it's a sunny tribute to Richard Armitage. Because sometimes schmaltz can be fab.