Latest, Greatest, Vampy Series!

The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod by Heather Brewer is a series of books about a boy who is half vampire. It features five books: Eight Grade Bites, Ninth Grade Slays, Tenth Grade Bleeds, Eleventh Grade Burns and Twefth Grade Kills. My 13 year-old daughter ate this series up...pun intended. Once she started reading, she had to have all the rest of the books...immediately. I think it took her 2-3 days to polish off the entire series. I haven't gotten around to reading them yet, but now that's she's finished with them, I may get my chance.



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My blog is under construction, so please pardon the mess. I would like for this blog to be a spot where writers can drop in, help others, and give feedback on the whole writing/publishing world. As I write for children, I intend on featuring some feedback from real-live teenagers (boy & girl) to aid those writing MG and YA. So, if you are a writer of MG or YA and want some feedback from your intended audience, please feel free to ask away.

A PELICAN'S TEARS

Pelicans.... dipped in caramel colored muck, their eyelids the only thing moving, trying to cry, but their tears have turned to oil. The ducks skim the water, flapping their wings till exhaustion sets in, but they cannot rise. So they sink. They sink to the bottom of the Gulf that has now been turned into the world's largest burial ground. And only in hell could one imagine such a scene, of smothered dolphins and sunken sea turtles.

And still the black death spews its toxins....51 days and counting, and we have not one human on this entire planet that can stop this insidious beast. A beast that man has created, but man proclaims he cannot stop. In this region where we reside (below sea level) we have been conditioned to ride out storms. And we have. And we have recovered. But how will we recover from this?

I'm furious... I'm sad...mainly, furious! I sit nightly on the edge of my seat waiting for CNN (Anderson Cooper you are my HERO) to relieve us of this heavy burden, to tell us that the disaster will eventually come to an end. That the hole has been plugged. But, that is not what I hear. I hear that it is 51 days and counting....

There really are no words to describe the enormity, or horrors of this abomination. The best I can say, CATASTROPHIC and APOCALYPTIC, but that does not begin to describe the magnitude, or scope, of this disaster. What sums it up is, 51 days and counting.... What are we counting, the animals that will die, the jobs that will be lost, the generations that will be poisoned, the species that will be annihilated, the land that will be lost....or simply the number of days that we have proved that we do not have the intelligence or ingenuity to save our own planet, our own race....