I was snuggled up warm and comfy in my bed, reveling in the fact that I could take a nap if I wanted to, but alas, I started to think about my blog post for tomorrow (well, today or whenever you read this). I decided sleep could wait until this evening. Blog post takes precedence. So, I'm type, type, typing up a storm.
Being on the news last weekend was incredible. Of course, I was freaked and wanted to pass out, but I shined through as a confident little lass. Funny enough, all I could think about during the segment was:
Stop brushing your hair back. Stop brushing your hair back.
I wish I would have tucked my hair behind my ear in the process. The main camera angle pretty much showed only my hair and nose. Of all the luck. haha
All around it was a superb experience! I enjoyed seeing how things worked behind the scenes. Pretty nifty stuff! If you wanna see the interview click here.
Check it out on Goodreads (add it to your to-read list while your at it).
Excerpt time (scene set up: Pierre and Luc are in the lunch room chatting in English--you'll have to read the book to know why they are speaking in English...):
“Man, I’ll bet you three-hundred Euros you’ll change your mind in a couple days.”
"I’m so not making this a bet,” Pierre said, knowing all too well that he was developing feelings for her. He would lose big time.
“Be that way, then. It’s not like you don’t have a lot of money or anything.” He laughed, punching Pierre in the arm.
“Always have to hit me, huh?” Pierre rubbed his arm and groaned just for effect.
“Man, you’re built like a brick. Punching you hurts me more than you. Look at you.” He motioned up and down. “When was the last time you lifted weights? You’re gifted with good looks, smarts, and could have all the girls. You don’t even have . . . How do you say these in English?” He pointed to a couple of red spots on his chin.
“Pimples, zits, acne.”
“I like zits the best. Anyway, you better sort through your feelings. I want to win the bet.” Luc pumped his arm in the air, whooping in the process.
“I already said we’re not betting. You’re putting words in my mouth.”
“Admit it Pierre, you like her.” Students were filing out of the lunchroom. A few girls looked at Pierre and giggled then whispered to each other. Class was about to start again. He hadn’t had much of a chance to eat his sandwich with all the chatting about his apparent love life.
“If I admit it will you stop bugging me about her?”
“I knew it.” He slapped Pierre on the shoulder, stood up, and shouted in English, “I am the wizard of the all-knowing!” The few students left in the cafeteria clapped at the outburst. Luc had a way with people. He could get someone to jump off a building if he said “Jump.” The thought made Pierre think of Ém. His heart thumped hard against his ribs.
“Nothing gets by you, Luc Broussard, the wizard of the all-knowing. Time for class, bro.” Pierre reverted back to his native tongue.
“You’re ruining my moment of wizardry. Just shut up for a minute.
Pierre got up and dumped his tray, not waiting for Luc to follow. As he was about to leave the cafeteria, he looked back to see Luc staring up at the ceiling with an awed expression on his face.
He’s the weirdest person alive.
I hope you enjoyed this little bit of my book. Just so you know (but don't tell my other characters), Luc is my favorite character in this book. He makes me laugh every time he enters the page. :D If you want to learn more about my Parisian characters, check out this post on Elise Fallson's blog.
Who is your favorite character from one of your books, or a a book in general? How are you doing this fine day?