Yesterday, I got some REALLY GREAT NEWS about two of our GCC friends, Eliza Graham and Joshilyn Jackson. FIRST, to fill you in on the background, their books Playing with the Moon (Eliza Graham) and Gods in Alabama (Joshilyn Jackson) were chosen out of ALL the other books in the world that year to choose from, to be on a list of 100 books “with word-of-mouth appeal”, books that would get people talking.
THEN, the news got TEN TIMES better, because out of these ONE HUNDRED books, voters chose their books in the first round of voting, in which only ten were selected.
And you can go make this great news even better by voting in the second round here, for which of these books will be named The Hidden Gem.
Doesn’t that sound wonderful? Your book being called The Hidden Gem.
Joshilyn says I am to bribe you with chocolates to get you to go vote, and also to wear lowcut dresses when I ask and lean over in those dresses the way those Parisiennes Hussies in my favorite ice-cream shop in Paris always do with Sébastien. (Is that not the WORST dilemma you have ever heard? To get my favorite ice cream, I have to put up with flirting Hussies. I could, of course, deny myself my favorite ice cream, but I have decided it’s better just to give Sébastien a hard time afterward instead in case he accidentally looked. What?!� It’s really good ice cream!!!)
Well, I refuse to stoop to those Hussies’ level. (Figuratively speaking; most Hussies are tall enough to look down their noses at me. When I try to look down my nose at people, I get a crick in my neck from trying to get my head angled back enough.)
But I CAN bribe you with chocolate.� Here are a few glimpses of the BOXES and BOXES and TOWERS OF BOXES of special Christmas chocolates taking up a full third of Carrefour this December.� Carrefour is like a Wal-Mart on French steroids.
Being a Wal-Mart on FRENCH steroids means you have a lot better food.
A LOT of a lot better food.
It just went on an on like this!� I stopped taking pictures after the Lindt section, but ALL the major brands of chocolate had towers and towers like this.� And in among all the towers of chocolate, like a tall elf, some young man trying to earn a little extra Christmas money, kept popping around in a white pastry hat marked Lindt, with tastes.
Alas, those tastes were all I got of this batch, because I decided, in my crafty little way that I would COME BACK the day after Christmas and buy up a ton of these things on sale.� (You know, like we do here; it works the same in France.)� And, one of those great tragedies, we did not have time.
Please see earlier post about the last day of Paris.� It was spent in cafés and eating frog legs instead.� NOT my fault.
So…still…THERE IS MY CHOCOLATE.� And now that you have looked at it, you are practically morally OBLIGATED to go vote for Joshilyn and Eliza.� Also, if you haven’t read their wonderful books already, seriously, do yourselves a favor.