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Ah, that most American, sportastic of diversions: the Super Bowl! What could be more thrilling, entertaining, and vaguely ritualistic than a bunch of quarterbacks dribbling the ol’ pigskin down the Football Court to make the crucial penalty basket and break the love-love tie?
Right?
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Not to be a total Grinch about it, but some of the lyrical content of traditional wintertime songs is seriously wanting for poetic rigor. For every lovely midnight clear and gladsome tidings, there’s a clunker of a couplet that carolers everywhere must tongue-twist their way around year after year. Christmas carols may not be high art, per se, but that doesn’t mean they have to be awful. So, in the spirit of public shaming Christmas, here are the most egregious offenders to watch out for.
Excellent news for the year's end: the creepy-cool The Resurrectionist has been selected as one of the iBooks Best of 2013 in the Fantasy category, while the much-anticipated Hollow City and the loveable Find Momo have been picked as some of Winter's Biggest Books!
We're super-excited. Head to the iBookstore to download or pre-order your own copies!
It’s not just Friday the 13th: it’s also…well, Friday December 13th, birthday to America’s On-Again-Off-Again Sweetheart, Taylor Swift! And since some music critic somewhere has probably likened her songs to novels—right?—spend her glorious natal day blasting her hit singles and reading the appropriate work of literature. Your new favorite book is only as far away as your favorite Taylor Swift song, metaphorically speaking!
First things first: WOW!!!! HOORAY!!!! EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!!
You wrote a novel. You typed out 50,000 words into an order they have never been in before. You conjured imaginary people and told their stories. That’s really, really cool.
And now, it’s time for a break. You deserve it, but so does your novel—and here’s why.
As with many rehabilitation programs, the Presidential Turkey Pardon has not been without its share of controversy. And while I’m all for granting absolution as a pre-Thanksgiving gesture of goodwill, I can’t help but wonder what happens when these maleficent Meleagris gallopavo are back on the streets (Or farms. Whatever.) I hate to say it, but guilty turkeys are guilty for a reason.
So, in the interest of public safety, I decided to do some digging on these born-again Tom and Tina Turkeys. Did they stick to the straight-and-narrow after their fifteen minutes of fame? Or did they descend back to the crime-ridden depths from whence they flapped?
