We welcome payola in the form of pies, cakes, neatly folded laundry and free books!
In accordance with FTC regulations, we're required to inform readers that we receive books from publishers, authors, and PR folk for review. We'd like to receive money via an offshore bank account, but that hasn't happened yet. When my dad was in radio back in the '50s, a local baker used to sneak over in the dead of night and fill the back seat of his car with bread and pastries. We would NOT object to this. Please review our review policy here. And let us know if we should leave the car outside the garage tonight.
To encourage and inform emerging writers, support books and authors we love, dialogue with peers in the publishing biz, and reflect on a life and living made of books.
Thanks for visiting!
To subscribe to BtO, click "Subcribe to: Posts" at the bottom of the page and then "Subscribe to this feed."
Want to borrow a cup of content? Feel free to share our link or a brief quote with your friends. But please e-mail for permission to reprint or repost our work elsewhere, and always add an attribution and a link back to our site.
We welcome your feedback. Feel free to post comments. PR and outreach from publishers and published authors should be sent to: firstname.lastname@example.org.
Boxing the Octopus: all content copyright 2008 Colleen Thompson and Joni Rodgers all rights reserved.
I'm in Sicily and blogging absentee. Since vacation prohibits me from writing anything more ambitious than directions to the hydrofoil, I'm rerunning an Easter post I made three years ago when Box Octo was young and I launching a fresh novel. On the right, temple ruins at Tindari.
From Easter Sunday 2007
Easter is a big deal in my latest novel. There's a character named Easter; a little girl who's killed by a drunk driver -- her aunt, actually. Someone with the best of intentions, but very bad judgment. The title of the book, The Secret Sisters, refers to the women who went to Jesus’ tomb on the third morning after the crucifixion and found the tomb empty.
"Why do you seek the living among the dead?" angels asked them. "He is not here. He is risen."
Two thousand years after the angels posed that question to the Secret Sisters, I’m wondering the same thing. And I wanted to ask that question with this book. Are we looking for God in all the wrong places?
Too many people of all religions -- many with the best of intentions but very bad judgment -- seek God among dead teachings that spout God's name, but were designed by men to divide and control.
God is not there.
He is among the living. The loving. The open-minded. The practitioners of daily loving-kindness. He rises up with the peace-makers and the forgivers and the healers.
I know that my redeemer lives. As surely as I know the sun has already risen on the flipside of the cold, rainy skies this morning. It fills me with enormous hope.