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Fishbowl Contest

It’s FRIDAY!  You know what that means!

I don’t have to cook tomorrow!

AND

It’s the day for the Fishbowl contest.

So here it is:

Whoever has the best idea for a contest wins a copy of the audio book on Audible!

YEAH!

If I can’t decide, then I will just randomly pick one.  And I may tell you that is what I did anyhow so everyone feels better because I am one of those parents who feels completely fine with participation medals.

Photo on 9-25-15 at 9.49 AM #2 Photo on 9-25-15 at 9.49 AM  I figured out how to use the backgrounds on my computer but I couldn’t figure out how to reverse the picture so you can actually read the title of the book.  I guess it doesn’t really matter because this is a copy of the British version.  And this contest is for an audio version.

So leave a contest idea in the comments and Good Luck!

FISHBOWL BOOK LAUNCH

September 12th was Bradley Somer’s book launch for Fishbowl.

IMG_3744 Rebecca Stanfel and I drove up to Calgary for it.  It’s a mere 6 hour drive if you actually know where you are going.

Therefore, it took us 7.

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Macleod Trail is under construction. DO NOT TAKE THIS ROAD. But if you do, you can strike up a nice conversation with a bride you will drive next to for half an hour.


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What is nice about Canada is the fact they let you know that they are not putting down recycled roads from, say, Toronto, but they are using NEW asphalt.

Brad knows how to throw a party.  He did a few readings, had a band and then had a drag show to tie everything up.  (Which it did.  Read the book.)

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Everyone is riveted!


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I’ve never seen the Sound of Music in drag but I also haven’t laughed this hard in a very, very long time.


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This is the world’s greatest writing group of which I am not a part. But they are Canadian so they were too polite to ask me to get out of the picture.


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Rebecca and me! We had such a great time. Everyone should road trip with her. NOW.

I loaded up on chocolate and gripe water with alcohol to give to my kids when they aren’t really sick but think they are so it looks like I’m doing SOMETHING and headed home.

I highly recommend going to Brad’s next book launch which he doesn’t think he is going to do.

But he will.

And if he doesn’t, we can just all meet up at his house on a Tuesday at about 6:15pm for dinner.  I hear Poutine is AMAZING.

 

Fishbowl

I’m very lucky to be friends with Bradley Somer.  Everyone should be.  Here’s his number.

I’m also very lucky to have received an advance copy of Fishbowl.

It is wonderful.

I loved reading it.

And before I tell you why, here is the synopsis you can find on Amazon.

A goldfish named Ian is falling from the 27th-floor balcony on which his fishbowl sits. He’s longed for adventure, so when the opportunity arises, he escapes from his bowl, clears the balcony railing and finds himself airborne. Plummeting toward the street below, Ian witnesses the lives of the Seville on Roxy residents.

There’s the handsome grad student, his girlfriend, and his mistress; the construction worker who feels trapped by a secret; the building’s super who feels invisible and alone; the pregnant woman on bed rest who craves a forbidden ice cream sandwich; the shut-in for whom dirty talk, and quiche, are a way of life; and home-schooled Herman, a boy who thinks he can travel through time. Though they share time and space, they have something even more important in common: each faces a decision that will affect the course of their lives. Within the walls of the Seville are stories of love, new life, and death, of facing the ugly truth of who one has been and the beautiful truth of who one can become.

Sometimes taking a risk is the only way to move forward with our lives. As Ian the goldfish knows, “An entire life devoted to a fishbowl will make one die an old fish with not one adventure had.”

I cannot begin to tell you how much I wanted to move into this building and watch all of this happen.  I fell into the characters’ lives and didn’t want to leave them.  I DID NOT want to know what the construction worker’s secret was while I DID want to hug the lonely building super.  (Except not really.  He sweats a lot in his job.)

I questioned how much of me was the grad student’s girlfriend whose talent was falling in love when I was dating a grad student in my 20’s.

“Kate is aware of her affliction of falling in love more quickly and for fewer reasons than most need.  Its not that she doesn’t realize the heartbreak this has caused in her life, but she refuses to quell her romantic heart because it brings her joy as well.”

I do not want to admit to how much this was me in college.

It always amazes me how much can happen to different people all at the same time.  Brad has captured how lives cross without people even realizing it.  He has captured birth and death and everything in between.  He captured how we all just want to be happy and have good lives.  But we all do that so differently.

At least the people at the Seville on Roxy do.

This book is the perfect read for cool, fall nights when you just want to sit down and have a cup of hot chocolate with a group of friends.  People you can sit back with and just smile because each one is in your life.

I loved it.  You should read it.

(Why are you still here?  You should be at your local bookstore.  It’s okay.  Leave your computer open.  I’ll be here when you get back and we can discuss how good Claire is at her job.)

When Brad Came to Visit

My friend from Calgary came to talk about his book Imperfections at my book group (or as some like to call it “book club.”)  I’m unsure if he’d like to stay anonymous so let’s just say his name sounds like Bradley Somer.  In fact, it sounds so much like that, some may say his name actually is Bradley Somer.  Of course those same people may say I’m bad at anonymity.  What can I do? Haters  gonna hate.

“Brad” arrived on a bright Wednesday afternoon.  A friend of his back in Calgary wanted us to stop at the local Bath and Body Works to pick up a lotion and cleanser order.  I said we didn’t have a Bath and Body Works store anymore, but the friend insisted we did.  We discussed it a bit and I decided to believe the Canadian who’d never been to Helena that we had a store I’d never seen.  Maybe there was an urban renewal project happening I didn’t know about.  It’s not like I know everything…  So I took “Brad” to the mall.

I think the plants are a nice touch.

I think the plants are a nice touch.

If you tell people you’ve taken a visitor to the mall, you hear two responses:

1. The mall here?

2. We have a mall?

But I think there’s a lot of potential to a 90% abandoned building with bad lighting.  None that’s legal, but there’s still potential.  And I think hanging out at a deserted mall brings friends closer together.  Literally.  I held “Brad” out in front of me as a shield.

We also went to the Windbag.  Previously known as Big Dorothy’s, the longest operating brothel in town.  It’s now known for its hamburgers.

The book discussion went swimmingly.  No fist fights occurred so that was nice.  Everyone had delightful things to say about the book.  (It’s a good book.  Stop what you’re doing now and buy it.)  (Actually, wait until after you read this.)  I never had to change the subject by bringing up what I’d read in Entertainment Weekly like I usually do.

And everyone loved “Brad.”  They liked him so much they thought I was not a good host because I took him to the mall.  But now whenever “Brad” sees a dark building where people hang out to purchase powdered substances and practice knife throwing, he’ll think of Helena.

Our final stop was Sieben Ranch.

It's lambing season.  Can you tell?

It’s lambing season. Can you tell?

The sheep loved him too.  They couldn’t take their eyes off of him.  I think they liked him a little less once they realized he wasn’t there to help them deliver their lambs, but at least he tried.

We had a joyously fun time.  Everyone should come visit me.

I’ll take you to the mall.

PS Brad was born in Australia and lived there until he was 2, yet does not know Simon Baker.  So, so odd.  But I’m getting closer.