I would like to echo the sentiments of the other reviewers here regarding how engrossing and riveting this book is. I was immediately drawn into the story by Debra Borys’ deft handling of the drama and the raw, gritty dialogue. She’s got a knack for capturing the futility of life as revealed in the characters struggling with their own demons and hardships. This is some powerful writing.
Although the story of Bend Me, Shape Me is an engrossing thriller and a satisfying read for that reason alone, what I found most interesting was the light it shines on the issues faced by homeless kids. Sure, the book has the normal disclaimers about not being about real people, and I believe that. But prominent in the author’s bio is her experience working with organizations that help such kids. I’ve got to believe the issues, experiences, and difficulties of runaways and throwaways are depicted accurately, even though the specific personalities and characteristics of the kids in the story are made up.
Hey, Mom. Wanna pimp my book? 🙂
“I said 6. The book sold 6 total copies the first month.”
I started counting on my fingers. Mom. My two sisters. Eight members of my writers group. Ten regular attendees of the coffee house group I met with monthly who were all excited and congratulatory when I first told them I’d found a publisher. And that didn’t even factor in the numerous friends, acquaintances, cousins, and neighbors I’d been casually mentioning my release date to whenever I had a chance. Six copies just did not compute.
A genius is never appreciated in her own environment.
THE DARK SIDE OF LOVE
I understood that an unknown author might not quickly pick up new fans, but I couldn’t…
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Bend Me, Shape Me was featured yesterday on Commas and Quotations. Thank you for posting the first chapter and buy links, C&Q!
After eating, she lit up her last, half smashed cigarette, and sat cross-legged, waiting while the night lowered and the wind began to clear the clouds overhead. Soon Jinx would come, or Tina, and they’d crawl through the window and find him, crazy, fucked up Blitz, with his throat slit and her fingerprints all over the room. And somehow, someone would let them know, the police pigs. And they’d come looking. Like they did before. But this time they wouldn’t find her.
M.J. Joachim, who did a thoughtful review of Bend Me, Shape Me recently, invited me to do a guest post about who I am, a theme you may have seen a few times here in this blog.
I wouldn’t be the woman who can now look at the darkness and deal with it if I hadn’t first been the woman who believed there is love and laughter and grace in the world.
I feel blessed to have “double vision” like this. While I still don’t see the whole elephant, knowing that there is more to life than just the trunk I am blindly clinging to has made me a more curious, more accepting person than I feel I would be otherwise. At least I know the truth of how we all see “but a poor reflection as in a mirror” and I fully look forward to seeing “face to face.”…
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We've had a look at Jo Sullivan and Snow Ramirez's journals, but what about Dr. Mordechai Levinson? Here's an excerpt from one of his research papers.
It’s really very simple. To achieve anything in life, you must focus on your goal and with a clear mind work toward it. The brain has so much ability we don’t use. Brilliant men have spent their careers finding ways to awaken those dormant brain cells. I have spent my career in that same pursuit. Now, I‘m not saying I’m as brilliant as Scientist A or Scientist B, but I believe as they do.
Our country is in danger, our lives are in danger. How could any fool witness the pictures of the September 11 tragedy and not realize that? Our enemy has found a way to tap into the minds of their followers and imbue them with a selfless, unstoppable passion. No hesitation in the face of death. No compassion for the humanity of their victims. A profound belief that what they do is right.
If humans could only tap into the enormous resource of their own brains, who knows what we could achieve. We need men who will stop at nothing to achieve what is good. We need heroes unencumbered by debilitating character flaws like compassion and self-doubt.