Everything in life has rules. Never stand while the vehicle is in motion. Do not tear the tags off a mattress. In San Francisco you’re not allowed to pile horse manure more than six feet high on a street corner. (I guess five feet is okay, though?) Rules, rules, and…
Month: December 2012
Today’s my birthday—pretty special, even though I’m a few years past 30 (“few” is subjective, mind). So since it’s my birthday, and at the risk of sounding like Christoper Walken as The Continental (come on in), I’m going to sit back, have a sip of champagne, and indulge in thoughts…
I’m going to shock everyone, and admit something. Okay, deep breath. My name is Cindi Madsen and I’m a shoe addict. All right, that probably didn’t shock anyone who reads my blog, author bio, or follows me on twitter. But seriously, I can’t help it. I see a pair of…
The reason I acquired Cindi Madsen’s All the Broken Pieces is a secret. I often say I am looking for books that are “high concept,” and a lot of authors tend to pull their hair out trying to determine what that means. The pitch for Cindi’s book caught my eye…