Youmans (pronounced like 'yeoman' with an 's' added) is the best-kept secret
among contemporary American writers. --John Wilson, editor, Books and Culture Marly Youmans is a novelist and poet out of sync with the times
but in tune with the ages. --First Things

Friday, April 06, 2012

24 Camellias to give away

A case of books (that's 24 copies) of A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage has just been promised to Goodreads for April 15-May 15 giveaways. Thanks to Barbara Keene and Mercer University Press. So if you're a Goodreads member or a reader who might want to become one, please sign up for the giveaway--hope you'll like it enough to talk about it there and elsewhere. Right now the giveaway is listed as "pending" and evidently takes several days to go up.

First chapter, A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage, to read or download is at Scribd.

My misbehaving protoplasm: I drew a line through my choir engagements for the weekend because the voice still isn't quite right. I'm startled to be still sick with the Bassett bug, so am going curl up, drink ginger-honey-lemon tea and work on my talk for MALIA this Good Friday morning. I might even take a nap. Be sweet, out there, and happy reading. :)

4 comments:

  1. Take care of yourself, and Happy Easter!

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  2. Blessed Passover to you, Robinka! I am scribbling away on my library talk...

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  3. Yes, Marly, do take care - maybe you are overdoing things, like marketing your books as well as being a mom! I'm trying to be patient awaiting my copy of 'Camellia'. Happy Easter, my dear e-friend.

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  4. Marja-Leena,

    And a happy Easter-to-come to you. I'm very glad you are my e-friend as well!

    I have cancelled a lot of things but still have some big ones on my plate, plus a drive to Bard and back... But I"m trying to take it easy in-between events and kid-ferryings.

    Hope your book arrives in the dramatic part of Canada well before the assigned date!

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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.