Which Thelma Bee character are you? The Peculiar Haunting of Thelma Bee by Erin Petti

Which Thelma Bee character are you?

The Peculiar Haunting of Thelma Bee by Erin Petti

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So…I thought The Peculiar Haunting of Thelma Bee was going to be like a Lemony Snicket type book. Oh and with some science. And who doesn’t love science? But you know what? It didn’t seem like that at all to me! This fun middle grade novel felt like a touch of Dickens (Bleak House) or even that other one with the weird lady in the wedding dress? Coupled with Bill Nye Science Guy. Maybe with just a touch of Mr. Hooper from Sesame Street.

There’s so much to love about this book it’s difficult to know where to begin. My fave character, however, is Eugene. He would be the Mr Hooper character. I love Eugene’s sense of adventure and the fact that he makes super great hot chocolate.  I kinda dig his helmet too.  His ghost hunting helmet. Don’t know what that is? Read the book to find out!

Props to author Erin Petti for including some diversity in the book.  Her BFF Alexander is Native American, Eugene is Hispanic and peppers his conversation with Spanish words. He’s fun! Much more fun than mean old Mr Understone or as I call him Undersnoot; cause he’s always sneering at our heroine.

Check out the author, Erin Petti or check the book  out here.  It’s a great addition to your middle grade reader’s library.

Tea Parties

Book Themed Halloween Party!

I’ve been very busy hosting parties lately. Just recently we hosted a Witches and Warlocks tea party! Everyone came dressed in costume, even a few parents; kids love it when parents participate in dress up. So do I!

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We had so much fun at the party. The book I read  (see lower right) is called I Want to be a Witch by Ian Cunliffe.

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We tossed potions into a witches hat, picked creepy bugs and other gross things to put into the tea, and made a delightful owl craft.  Oh and how could I forget pin the nose on the pumpkin?

What a great way to combine Halloween and books!

What is your favorite Halloween book?


OMG…Am I a Witch? TLC Book Tours


OMG...Am I a Witch

OMG…Am I a Witch?


Here is a book that I think is SO cute!  Have you ever wondered if you were a witch? Have you ever tried to cast a spell on someone and wondered if it worked or not?

April Appleton is so annoyed at her older brother that she searches the Internet for a spell to turn him into a dog. When the spell works, April realizes she has more powers than she ever dreamed of! Now she has to figure out how to turn him back to normal before her parents find out. She has little time, but with help from her friends Grace and Eve she finds a book of magic that will hopefully reverse the spell. Will it work, and will April’s newfound magic save the day?

Oopsie, that sounds like a teeny bit of a problem, right?  But a fun one to have, right?

So, check it out and see if April can change her annoying brother back into a human boy.  Brothers can be annoying but parents frown on changing their children into animals; no matter how justified.

So to answer your question, YES you are a witch. No not YOU, dear reader, you’re not a witch, ok well you might be a witch, but I’m really speaking to our heroine, April.  She, indeed is a witch, because she really did turn her brother into a dog. And thanks to her bestie Grace and new friend, Eve, they figure out what to do.  Fortunately, new friend Eve, is a descendant of New Orleans relatives who practice magee (that’s French for magic) and are in possession of an old book of magic.

Can you say HILARITY?

and wee wee pads?

This fun book was written by Talia Aikens-Nunez, a name that sounds musical enough to say over and over again!

You can find Talia on Facebook and at other blog stops on this TLC tour!

Oh yeah, did I mention that I’m a stop on the TLC Book Tour? Welcome aboard and enjoy the trip.

p.s. Don’t tick off your little sister or she just might turn you into a dog.  Or something worse.

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Books Young Adult

The Secret Eater by Ros Jackson

I’m happy to highlight a fellow blogger who has become a writer.  Meet Ros Jackson and let’s discover The Secret Eater!









Here’s what the novella is about:

Kenssie is a demon who feeds from secrets. Lately pickings have been slim, and she has grown so weak that her shield of invisibility is slipping. As the servant of a demon who eats embarrassment she already feels like she’s the laughing stock of the demonic world. But the scorn of someone who thinks that Hawaiian shirts are the height of cool is the least of her worries.

A powerful fear demon is dead set on making her his slave, a position that carries seriously short life expectancy.

She has no friends.

No powers.

No clue.

Her only hope of escaping a life of terror lies in stealing a grimoire she’s never seen from the clutches of a vindictive group of master demons.

Sounds fun, huh?  Want more?

Here’s an excerpt from the novella with a first line that I LOVE:

“I can see you, demon. What do you want?”

Kenssie turned round from the bookshelf she’d been examining – herbals mostly, interspersed with the latest from Hugh and Nigella, but with some very interesting forbidden spellbooks sprinkled in. The woman was staring straight at her. Talking to her. And that could mean only one thing: she was a powerful witch.

“So you can hear me. Get off my things.”

Kenssie narrowed her eyes in a way she hoped was intimidating. She straightened her shoulders. Stared the witch directly in her deep brown, too-seeing eyes, and prepared to show her exactly why demons were feared. The witch stared back, unflinching.

“Come on,” the mortal demanded.

Kenssie focused, feeling her head swirl with the whispers of stolen thoughts, and an electric surge as her power coalesced in the air around her. It hummed with energy, ionising the air and making the carpet under her feet crackle with static. Soon, the woman’s life would be hers. Kenssie would have every moment from her birth onward. The power grew, swirling furiously like a wormhole tornado, opening a psychic portal between demon and victim that would flood her with power.

“Stop that. It’s annoying.”

Kenssie was outraged. How dare this mortal speak to her like this! She focused her mind for a devastating pull, enough to rip ordinary mortals all the way down to insanity. She bared her teeth and felt the air grow thick, whilst the smell of copper and ozone filled her nose. Then she unleashed the magic.

And . . . nothing. Not so much as an embarrassing faux pas at a dinner party. Not even her name. Either the witch had just experienced an attack of amnesia that had wiped out her entire life history from memory, or she was extraordinarily resilient, even for a witch.

Kenssie’s shoulders slumped. At times like this, she was grateful for her thick, concrete-grey skin. The heat had risen to her face, but it would never show. It was time to scrape some dignity from the situation.

“You can see me because I wish you to, mortal.”

She stepped forward out of the corner of the room. Her attempt at a cool glide was hampered by a tangle of scart leads she hadn’t noticed, and she tripped and fell forward. She would have landed on her face, but the witch reached out and grabbed her shoulders. They hung for a split-second in an uncomfortable embrace. Then Kenssie righted herself and stepped back as though the mortal’s touch burned her.

She scowled. They stared at each other once more, witch to demon. Kenssie couldn’t read her at all.

“You’re welcome,” said the witch.

“Er, sorry. Thank you,” Kenssie said, dropping the act. This was humiliating. Not only could she not hear a single one of the woman’s thoughts, she was making a fool of herself into the bargain.

“You should tidy that lot up, it’s a hazard.”

“I’ll bear that in mind next time I’m expecting demonic burglars.”

“You must be a very powerful witch.”

The witch looked at her strangely, head cocked to the side so her long, dark hair fell loose like velvet curtains.

“Not really. I’m only a level one.”

Kenssie didn’t know what that stood for, but it was so like the humans to assign grades to each other for everything. Even so, level one didn’t sound very good.

“Still, I can foresee great things for you,” Kenssie said.

“Whatever.” The witch shrugged. “Just tell me who sent you.”

Kenssie grimaced at the implication. Nobody had sent her. She was her own demon!

“I have no master,” she lied.

“So why are you here?”

There was still a chance to get out of this with some dignity intact. If this ever got back to Rakmanon . . . she didn’t want to think about the consequences. The witch was scowling at her, pink lips pursed, and Kenssie realised she’d better think of something fast. Focus. She’d just used up her last reserves of power, and if the witch turned on her, she could put Kenssie on her back for a month.

She reached behind her and pulled a thick book off the shelf.

“I came for this. This is demonic knowledge, not meant for mortals, and I’m taking it back.”

The witch’s scowl loosened and curled into a wry half-smile. “Sure, take it. I always suspected as much.”

Kenssie looked down at the tome in her hand. She was holding Nigella Express.

See that opening line:  “I can see you, demon” isn’t that the SPOOKIEST? I LOVE IT!!

For more information about Ros check out her website.

And remember…

I can see you, demon. (maniacal laughter)