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Recommended Reading: There You’ll Find Me
I was able to read a pre-released copy of a great new book this summer, There You’ll Find Me by Jenny B. Jones. Jenny has won several awards for her fun, sassy style and this book is sure to be another award-winner. Set in Ireland, a young girl tries to get away to escape heartache back home. But she runs into a teen celebrity filming his latest vampire flick, and sparks begin flying. Sparks she wasn’t looking for and sparks she tries desperately to avoid.
Finley is a hysterical heroine, and Beckett Rush is definitely not the typical teen star. And I loved the setting — made me want to hop on a plane and visit Ireland myself (sadly, with school starting next week, that won’t be happening!). But what I really loved is that Finley’s greatest love intrest in the book is Jesus.
There You’ll Find Me isn’t released until October, but you can pre-order it at Amazon.com right now.
The Real Krista McGee?
My name is Krista McGee, and I’m a writer. But I have a confession. I might as well get it out now because it’ll get out eventually.
I haven’t always wanted to be a writer. It was my second choice. What I really wanted to be, since I was four years old, was….
Wonder Woman.
Laugh if you will, but she was the coolest superhero ever. She had a lasso of truth that forced the bad guys to spill their guts. Her oh-so-stylish bronze bracelets were killer weapons of defense. And who but an Amazon princess could sport an American flag draped snugly against a body that would make Barbie jealous?
I used to sit in my room, dressed in my costume and spinning in circles, just like Wonder Woman. I’d lasso the truth out of super villains. Superman would take one look at me and drop Lois Lane. I had it all planned.
But, alas, I grew up. And started using words like “alas”. From there, it was just a lasso-drop to being a writer. Not that being a writer is bad. Not at all. I still seek truth. But I use words instead of a lasso. And my wardrobe is much more modest these days — although I still have a weakness for shiny bracelets.
No, I did not grow up to be a Superhero. Not that kind, anyway. There’s a long story, one I’ll share later, that explains how I got where I am today. It’s a cool story. Lots of drama. Romance. Oranges. A lion. Metal rods fused to my spine. You know, the usual stuff. But that’s for later.
Oh, by the way, my first book, First Date, will be in bookstores in December. Shy girl. President’s hunky son. A reality TV show. The biblical story of Esther. I’ll tell you more about that later, too. I didn’t want to overload you on the first entry.
Take home message for today: If your dream of being Wonder Woman doesn’t work out, you can be a writer instead.