If you have a heart condition that makes reading exciting news inadvisable OR you have an allergy to awesome blog posts, then you should stop reading this right now.
IT IS ALMOST 2014, PEOPLE!
There are just 28 days until 2014, and 2014 is when the tsunami of literary epicness will be unleashed like a sassy lady Godzilla onto an unsuspecting Tokyo! (Yes, you’re Tokyo in this metaphor. Don’t ask, just go with it.)
There are 34 days until Sara B. Larson’s DEFY is going to rock you like a hurricane. In the jungle. With swords. And swoony guys. That’s what I’m talking about.
And 62 days until Bethany Hagen’s LANDRY PARK is going to break your heart into three million pieces and then put them back together again, but you’ll never be the same. No, you won’t.
And 91 days until LYNNE MATSON’S NIL makes you wonder what you would do if you woke up naked in a field of lava rocks. Because someday you just might. It happens more often than has been reported in the mainstream media.
Oh, and about that last one. I have some insider information to share. If you take your fine self over to Lynne’s blog tomorrow or to Macteen, you might just stumble into Lynne’s #NILtribe giveaways. She’s got swag, NIL ARCs up for grabs, all that good stuff! The clock is ticking. Go, go, go! I’ll cover you as you run naked across the lava rocks!
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I know. Right now you totally can't even, can you?