Book Release Day Tomorrow!


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My young adult fantasy everything you know comes out tomorrow from Boroughs Publishing Group. I am beyond excited.

everything you know

The orange sun burst between two buildings, blinding Joe for a second. He shaded his eyes and looked around. The detainee tower was straight ahead, just to the right of the setting sun. If he stayed reasonably clear of it he’d be able to avoid the Masevo, he hoped, and if he kept it in his sightline he wouldn’t get lost. Emma was somewhere in the city. He was sure of it. And he was sure the vision in the water meant he had to reunite her with her family, wherever they were. He just had to find the tunnel and Emma before the Masevo.

Joe’s clothes and shoes had dried in the wind and his jeans had shrunk until they were uncomfortably tight. The air was getting cooler as the sun sank lower. He wished he had a jacket.

The outskirts of the city were dotted with small houses fronted by little walled gardens. The architecture was a strangely appealing mix of modern and medieval, as if Frank Gehry had designed house-sized castles made of steel and stone. A few gardens had flowering vines that climbed over white walls. Joe heard laughing. He saw a few winged kids flying and playing above their yards…

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“Mystical and intriguing…everything you know has everything you’ll love—romance, magic, and characters that draw you into the story. A great new voice in the young adult genre. A truly enjoyable read.” —New York Times bestselling author C.C. Hunter

“Through astounding imagery and richly lyrical prose, Bass’s memorable romantic fantasy is, at its heart, a tribute to the unconquerable spirit of first love.”
—Laura Toffler-Corrie author of My Totally Awkward Supernatural Crush

everything you know transcends worlds and challenges the imagination
with a desperate tale of love and survival.”
—Kassy Tayler, award-winning author of Ashes Of Twilight

Available from Boroughs Publishing Group


Lovers and madmen


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“More strange than true: I never may believe
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet’s eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!”

(Theseus, Act 5, Scene 1, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Shakespeare)

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Moby-Dick: A Short Riff on a Long Book

I adore, adore, adore this post.


1. Prompted by Call Me Ishmael, Charles Olson’s marvelous study of Moby-Dick, I took a fifth trip through Melville’s massive opus this past month.

2. Every time I read Moby-Dick it seems funnier and sadder. Richer. Thicker.

3. I cobbled together my reading over different media and spaces: I listened to William Hootkins‘ outstanding unabridged audiobook version, and then reread on my Kindle key passages I’d mentally underlined; I then checked those passages against the copy of Moby-Dick I annotated the hell out of in grad school.

As I read, I posted some of my favorite excerpts on this blog.

4. I posted some of my favorite excerpts of Moby-Dick here on Biblioklept because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to write about the book—not really—that I wouldn’t be able to handle all of its language. (My riff on Olson’s book obsesses over Olson’s ability to write…

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Fairytale Places, the Lost Gardens of Heligan, Cornwall, England


The Fairytale Traveler

“Our discovery of a tiny room, buried under fallen masonry in the corner of one of the walled gardens, was to unlock the secret of their demise. A motto etched into the limestone walls in barely legible pencil still reads “Don’t come here to sleep or slumber” with the names of those who worked there signed under the date – August 1914”. 

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Herman Melville b. August 1, 1819. Three Poems “…and so the universal thump is passed round,”


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Melville the poet is perhaps less well known than Melville the author of the sublime MOBY DICK (the greatest novel in English, I think).  Here are three of Melville’s poems in honor of his birthday.  The first is a verse from a longer poem.

From “After the Pleasure Party”

For, Nature, in no shallow surge

Against thee either sex may urge,

Why hast thou made us but in halves–

Co-relatives?  This makes us slaves.

If these co-relatives never meet

Self-hood itself seems incomplete.

And such the dicing of blind fate

Few matching halves here meet and mate.

What Cosmic jest or Anarch blunder

The human integral clove asunder

And shied the fractions through life’s gate?

“Fragments of Lost Gnostic Poem of the 12th Century”

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Found a family, build a state,

The pledged event is still the same:

Matter in end will never abate

His ancient brutal claim.

*             *              *

Indolence is heaven’s ally here,

And energy the child of hell:

The Good Man pouring from his pitcher clear,

But brims the poisoned well.


(This poem is thought to have been written after visiting Nathaniel Hawthorne’s grave. For me, the charm of the poem rests in the last line.)

To have know him, to have loved him,

After loneness long;

And then to be estranged in life,

And neither in the wrong;

And now for death to set his seal–

Ease me, a little ease, my song!

By wintry hills his hermit-mound

The sheeted snow-drifts drape,

And houseless there the snow-bird flits

Beneath the fir-tree’s crape:

Glazed now with ice the cloistral vine

That hid the shyest grape.

“all over the world,…hand in hand, and one shock of recognition runs the whole circle round.”

Mapping the Book


For some reason, I belong to all of these membership shopping sites. They send me daily notices of their “special” sales, which usually just annoy me; seldom do I click through and look at their wares. But I did click on the Fablink the other day, and found some really neat pictorial maps of the scenes, plots, characters and places of some classic books, including Moby Dick, Huckleberry Finn, and Robin Hood, produced by the Harris-Seybold  Company of Cleveland, Ohio in the 1950s, presumably to showcase their cutting-edge printing equipment. These are different from the make-believe maps you find in children’s books (NeverlandMiddle Earth) because they are representations of real places, superimposed with fictional characters (well, all of them except for Treasure Island). The Library of Congress also featured these maps, in its exhibition and accompanying book Language of the Land:  Journeys into…

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