Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Ten Things You Never Knew About Time Travel, by Gracie Ingraham, the heroine of Gracie's Time by Christine Potter

I love hearing directly from authors, but I also love it when their characters speak through them to let us get to know even more about them outside of their book. Today, Gracie Ingraham, the heroine of Gracie's Time by Christine Potter is telling us all about Ten Things You Never Knew About Time Travel. There's also an excerpt to enjoy, with more as you follow the tour. And don't forget to enter the giveaway!


Ten Things You Never Knew About Time Travel, by Gracie Ingraham, the heroine of Gracie's Time

10. You don't need a machine to do it—that's nonsense from the movies. You're either a Traveler or you aren't. Unless you come from a Traveling family, you'll find out that you can time travel the first time time travel happens to you. That sounds scary, but it isn't really. You just have to stay calm and figure things out.

9. Traveling can get you out of a bad situation, but it's not a good idea to use it that way. My parents made that mistake when they thought there was going to be a nuclear war and they wanted to send me back to the 1890's. I ended up in 2018. There were—um, issues.

8. You can totally make friends with other Travelers, and it's funny who is one and who isn't. They're everywhere! Obviously, you can't talk about Traveling with non-time-travelers—most of them, anyway.

7. Travelers are almost always cool and will help you out. There are exceptions, of course. And there are demons and people who break the rules of Traveling, but you'll get that stuff figured out, promise.

6. Travelers get to see what the big old house down the street looked like when it was brand-new, before it turned into a place with broken windows and a collapsed roof. But they can still get in trouble there.

5. Some Travelers can live in a time other than the one they were born in. Other Travelers only get to visit.

4. All that stuff about going back in time to kill Hitler or save The Titanic? You're not supposed to change the time you are visiting or living in when you Travel, so you can't do any of that stuff. Sorry.

3. Your guidance counselor might be a Traveler.

2. Also, your best friend, even though she never knew it before she met you.

1. Here's the most important thing: your boyfriend can still be your boyfriend if he's NOT a Traveler. But let me tell you right now—he's got to be the right guy. Seriously. I promise you, things will get complicated fast!

Gracie's Time

October, 1962

It's almost Halloween, but something a lot scarier than ghosts is on everyone's mind: nuclear war. After President Kennedy's speech to the nation about the Cuban Missile Crisis, Grace Ingraham overhears her parents' plans to keep her safe. She'll be sent off to live with a wealthy uncle—in the nineteenth century.

Gracie's from a family of Travelers, people who can escape into time. Too bad her mom and dad haven't Traveled since their honeymoon trip to the Lincoln Inauguration. So Grace will have to go alone—even though taking a wrong turn can have serious consequences: like heading for 1890, and ending up …in 2018.

Read an excerpt:
I sat with Zoey on her crazy bed-turned-into-a-swing. Or was it a swing turned into a bed? She’d designed it herself. It was made out of weathered grey wood and hung from the ceiling on four heavy black chains. She had a homemade quilt and about a million pillows. The bed swung gently as we talked, which was strange, but I have to admit it was also very soothing.

I leaned back against a giant pillow made out of pieces of torn-up blue jeans and my charm bracelet jingled at my wrist. “It’s so weird having Dylan in art with me! I can’t believe they don’t separate out the grades.”

“Why would they? Art’s a workshop, silly. Only logical.” She crossed her legs under her swirly brown and green flowered dress, pulling it down over her knees.

Unfortunately, Dylan hadn’t talked to me very much. I caught him smiling in my direction a few times, but that was it, despite the Valentine and the walk in the cemetery. Everyone—Zoey, Claire, even Amp—seemed to be crazy about Dylan. Who was indeed very good looking. Even—okay, I’ll use the word again—dreamy. But guys who come that well-recommended … well, it’s confusing, especially if you end up in art class with them and then they go silent on you.

“He hasn’t texted me or anything. I wouldn’t want to seem too…”

“Aggressive? Horse hockey. You text him! Smash the patriarchy!”

I sighed. The patriarchy. As if I didn’t have enough to worry about, there was the patriarchy. Zoey talked about it—lots. There were women announcing the news on TV now. And women doing all sorts of things they didn’t used to…

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Christine Potter lives in a very old, haunted house, not far from Sleepy Hollow. She’s the author of the time-traveling Bean Books series, on Evernight Teen: Time Runs Away With Her, In Her Own Time, What Time Is It There? and Gracie’s Time. She’s also a poet, with several books in print (the most recent is called Unforgetting). Christine loves all kinds of music, DJ’s, and plays dulcimer and guitar.

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Monday, October 14, 2019

If I Could Run by Don Miller

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Teen & Young Adult Fiction about Bullying (Books)
Date Published: May 2, 2019
Publisher: Mindstir Media

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The Girl: Bullied & Harassed
The Dog: Injured & Abandoned

Based on true events, this story takes place in the late 1950s. A young girl’s love for running propelled her to join the school cross country team. With only boys on the team, she faced bullying and ridicule. Finding an injured, abandoned dog proved to be her salvation. Together, the girl and the dog set out to face this daunting challenge.


Dedicated to every Child that has ever been Bullied.

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About the Author

 I wrote this story “If I Could Run” to tell my experience of being bullied when I was a Sophomore/Junior in high school in 1958/59. It was such a humiliating, depressing and agonizing time in my life. I can remember it so clearly 60 years later. Bullying is still so active in today`s society. However, I believe it is even worse with social media being so available. When I was going through my bullying experience, I could at least find peace and security at my home after school and on weekends. Now, social media allows a person to be bullied twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. My story tells how I was able to get through this horrible experience.

A movie producer picked up my story and together we produced the movie. Because we had the opportunity to have an up and coming young female star play the lead role, I changed the main character to be female instead of male. The movie is filmed on my farm, at my high school and in my town where the actual bullying occurred so many years ago. We entered it in film festivals around the country and it was received very positively, winning many prestigious awards.

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Saturday, October 12, 2019

Halloween $25 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Ends 10/27

So many great YA books have been coming out this fall. I could totally use some extra Amazon cash to get caught up on them. And then, of course, there are all kinds of other things I would love to get my hands on. What would you buy with $25 to Amazon?

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Saturday, October 5, 2019

Betsy Blossom Brown by Kathleen M. Jacobs

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Young Adult
Date Published: June 5, 2019
Publisher: Jan-Carol Publishing, Inc.

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Betsy Blossom Brown is a coming-of-age story about a young girl who journeys from being an observer of life to a participant. Her seemingly idyllic life with her privileged South Carolina family is turned upside down, revealing truths and disarming pretensions. She's independent, opinionated, and brave. Uncertainty enters her life when she and her mother move to the Appalachian region until, through a series of unsettling events; she sheds her uncertainty and learns to embrace life. The graphite illustrations help to understand the depth of Betsy Blossom Brown, as she sketches her way through life recognizing her mild Asperger syndrome, without letting it curb her appetite for life.

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Chapter 1

Charleston, SC:  2007

Fourteen-year-old Betsy Blossom Brown sat on the saffron-colored, vinyl kitchen chair across from her mother, Lily. Lily’s opened palms buried her face, and Betsy’s elbows rested on the vintage, enameled, red and white kitchen table, the palms of her hands holding up each side of her chin. Betsy and her mother loved this vintage kitchen set. They loved anything vintage. But they loved this set in particular, because it was found on top of a heap of discarded furniture outside a dilapidated beach house on Sullivan’s Island. Betsy’s chestnut curls concealed her olive green eyes so that her mother would not be able to see every tear that fell from them. Betsy watched in a near hypnotic state as each teardrop seemed to disperse on the shiny, enameled tabletop. She secretly longed to go wherever they were headed—to a place where what she had just been told hadn’t yet arrived.

“But I don’t understand,” Betsy winced.

“I know, Sugar, it’s difficult. I don’t even understand it, but it is the truth. And ever since the day you entered my life, I made a promise to always tell you the truth, no matter what. Your father thought different. He believed a lie was okay if it meant that you avoided hurting someone. And while that may have a bit of merit, especially with the truth I just shared with you, it’s just not the way I see it. And in this moment, I would certainly love to be able to keep this truth under lock and key forever, but sooner or later, you would find out. And then you’d wonder why I hadn’t been the one to tell you what happened to your father.”

“But why? Why did he do it? I need to know why. I need to know the reason. It’s a quirk I’ve had ever since I was born, Mom. You know that. I always need to know why.” Betsy continued to snap at the placket of her front, periwinkle-colored, linen shirt. She loved this shirt most because it had been her mother’s when she was in college. It was a bit oversized, so Betsy sometimes belted it with her wide, brown, leather belt. Finding plackets and seams on pockets and collars was something Betsy had done since she was a small child. She seemed to look for them without even thinking, and yet, she was thinking of nothing else.

“I don’t know why, Betsy. He didn’t have a reason. All he said when I saw him was, ‘Lily, dear Lily, I’m sorry. Please tell Betsy that I’m sorry.’”

I turned each side of my hair behind my ears, wiped at my eyes, and looked to Mr. Peabody and Steve as they raced furiously around their cage, stopping briefly to hop on the plastic, multi-colored toy ferris wheel, and tumbled to the tiny pieces of torn comic strips from the newspaper and fleece bedding that lined the floor of their cage. I had begged my mother for pet rats for months before she surprised me with a trip to MacGruder’s Pets on Sullivan’s Island. My father was out of town at a business meeting (or so, at the time, we thought), and that always presented a prime opportunity for us to charge ahead with plans that he might not have approved. He pretty well knew that whenever he went out of town, my mother and I would retaliate by doing or buying something that hadn’t been mutually agreed upon. We thought it was funny; he didn’t.

Betsy Blossom Brown walked over to her mother, wrapped both arms around her neck, and picked up the morning paper that her mother had brought for her to read. The front page made her dizzy, like the time she rode the “Round Up” at the carnival. She took the newspaper with her to her room and chose the rigidity of her desk chair to read what she already knew.




William D. Brown of Charleston was charged on Friday with embezzlement of client funds from his management firm, Brown & Associates. According to a report released from the FBI and in conjunction with an SEC investigation, which had been conducting their own investigation into mismanagement of funds at the firm and client allegations of fraud from a number of Brown’s clients, evidence shows that Brown had been embezzling vast amounts of money from his individual client accounts since he joined the firm in 1994. Brown allegedly skimmed in excess of three million dollars over the past five years. The majority of Brown’s clients are retired, live out of state, and have trusted him since he joined his father, the late Joseph Brown, at the firm in 1994, the same year the elder Brown died from a fall while vacationing in the Caribbean after tripping on a sidewalk as he returned to the vacation home he and his wife owned, hitting his head on the concrete pavement and suffering massive bleeding before going into a coma. The senior Brown opened the respected firm in 1969. At the time of his death, the managed assets of Brown & Associates were listed by the SEC at over one billion dollars.

The South Carolina State Police worked with FBI agents and SEC officials in locating Brown on Friday morning after his wife, Lily Park Brown, the only daughter of the late Senator Tommy Park, reported her husband missing. After numerous reports of Brown’s physical location, the authorities were led to the lighthouse on Sullivan’s Island, where Brown was sitting in a gray flannel suit, starched white shirt, and a perfectly-knotted silk tie, surrounded by an incoming tide that saturated the pillowcases filled with bundled money that encircled him. One FBI official noticed a revolver in Brown’s hand, and as he raised it and pointed it to his temple, the trained police German shepherd leapt through the air and seized the weapon, and Brown fell forward.

Attempts to contact Brown’s wife or any of the officials involved with the incident and apprehension have been futile.

Betsy reached inside her desk drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. She cut out the newspaper article about her father, opened the finches’ birdcage, and slid the newspaper at the bottom, and then she waited until “Scout” and “Jem” and “Boo” and “Atticus” crapped all over the newsprint. The birds broke into their sweet singsong, and Betsy was overcome with anger. She wasn’t sure, though, whether she was angry with her father, with herself for carpeting the finches’ birdcage with the morning news, or with the finches for sounding so happy, when she felt anything but, as they flew with seeming madness from perch to perch.

About the Author

Kathleen M. Jacobs is the author of books for young readers. Her first YA-novel, Honeysuckle Holiday, has received critical acclaim. And her children’s book, Please Close It! has won numerous awards. She divides her time between New York City and the Appalachian region. She lives with her husband, John, and far too many books. Visit her website at and on Instagram @kathleenm.jacobs.

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