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Please give Angela a big welcome!
Hi! I’m Angela Brown, author of the YA urban fantasy dystopian, Beacon, published by Evernight Teen. For today’s visit, I’d like to share a few things about me that you may not have guessed.
First, I have a daughter nicknamed Chipmunk for her ability to hide chicken nuggets in her cheeks as a toddler - but if you knew me prior to meeting her father, then you’d never guess I’d ever have a child. I wasn’t anti-kiddos. I was thrilled for friends that had children. I just didn’t want any. Puking? Pee that can shoot in your mouth if the little darling was a boy? Crying? Similac smell? Although Chipmunk’s father and I didn’t work out, I’m so glad his season in my life brought about the most precious gift I could ever have. All those things I had problems with were simply par for the course. I just love her so much.
Second, I harbor a secret crush/admiration for the Japanese animation director Hayao Miyazaki. I personally consider the man an anime genius who could do no wrong, but he’s human, I’m sure he’s imperfect in some kind of way.
Speaking of anime, I love the wide variety of anime at my fingertips. But - and here’s the third thing you wouldn’t guess - I’ve never read a single manga. For those cocking that one eyebrow up just a bit, manga equals Japanese comics. Most anime began as manga. Sadly, I just haven’t gotten a chance to check any of them out *enter sadface*
As an student, I enjoyed English in school, but you’d never guess this fourth thing: in my senior year of high school, I caught a terrible case of senior-itis + rebellion and challenged my AP English teacher on everything! I nearly flunked out from not wanting to do the assignments exactly how she wanted. Thankfully, a bit of common sense slipped in before one more bad grade could send me to summer school.
Lastly, although I write and pray/wish/desire/beg-and-plead-to-readers-to-help-make-it-happen to write full time, I once pursued singing as an option. I was in choir for most of my life and in high school, I auditioned for and was accepted to our high school’s Madrigals. We were considered the “elite” concert choir. But like with English, a bit of senior-itis had my brain in so many places that I didn’t continue on the path of singing in college. I was a part of a singing group with friends, but we did little more than the occasional singing visit to local churches.
All in all, I can say things turned out okay. Here I am getting a chance to share my passion with all of you :-)
And yeah, that’s definitely a good thing.
Enjoy this excerpt:
They donate blood quarterly and dream of being chosen as Attendees for the Jubilee celebrations, that is, everyone except Macie Breen. With high school graduation near, she’s anxious to ditch the rules in hopes of starting a new life with Thane, an unregistered and also her best friend.
Her hopes fizzle when Macie is selected as an Attendee, forever registered. Any future with Thane…impossible. Being chosen comes with another unexpected price.
Truths about The Colony blaze into ashes and lies when she discovers the vampires haven't kept their part of the bargain. Worst still, Macie’s life unravels as her stint in the city of Bliss forces her to face daunting truths about who, and what, she really is.
The corner of Thane’s lips curved in his infamous smirk. “I’m here to protect you from you, silly.”
The elevator dinged our arrival to our floor. Thankfully, floors for the Attendees were guarded by other Surreption agents, to prevent citizens from accessing them by surprise––and to keep out the expected rebel against Bliss.
I fell silent, thinking about Thane’s answer. Any other day, it would have been a joke. We’d ha, ha, ha, laugh it off as Thane being the smartass he was. I’d punch him in the shoulder. He’d feign pain and we’d move on. But now, what if he was right? Not just keeping me from taking my anger out on some pink-haired guy making fun of me. But from whomever—or whatever—I really am. What if it was the world that needed protection from me?
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