tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post5465368729493060047..comments2024-03-28T08:14:28.881-04:00Comments on Authoress: Beth Revis: Release Day Interview and Book Giveaway!Authoresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223228949688667517noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-29227875089534601232015-11-18T16:51:44.906-05:002015-11-18T16:51:44.906-05:00If I don't receive this book our world will su...If I don't receive this book our world will surely end as we know it. My disappointment will rock galaxies. I will forever be crushed and unable to do anything with my life. The rest of my days will be tinged with a vague feeling of unease and a crippling sense of failure. I will also not know the answers to the questions gnawing away at my insides about writing and getting published, effectively ending my dreams of being a writer and therefore piling more crushing failure onto my already heaping plate. I beg you Beth, I implore you. Please, I have a physical need for this book, a requirement that will undeniably alter our universe if it goes unfulfilled. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16706391864594719050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-86391489358744119432015-11-18T12:28:38.200-05:002015-11-18T12:28:38.200-05:00It's the final day of the contest. Here I sit,...It's the final day of the contest. Here I sit, entering yet again for a chance to get my hands on this book. Tears will be shed and cities will probably burn if I don't win this contest. I am sent spiraling into the endless darkness of utter insanity at the mere thought of not receiving this masterpiece. I will release my fury and sadness upon the mortal world in the form of rain. Probably. Acid rain mind you. People of the now wasteland-like world will cower in terror as the rain mutilates their petunias. It will be dreadful. <br /><br />If I don't win I will be distraut. In that case, I will probably end up buying Paper Hearts off of Amazon anyways. Such is life. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01557806073893193253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-64997453844411870322015-11-18T07:28:03.992-05:002015-11-18T07:28:03.992-05:00Sweet Beth! Thy book hast called unto my heart
And...Sweet Beth! Thy book hast called unto my heart<br />And now I find I must embrace it there<br />And pore upon the words with tender care<br />That thou wouldst teach me of thy noble Art<br /><br />Thy words of interview have been so dear <br />Encouraging, and staying pow'r to me <br />The effects of which hither I foresee<br />Wilt lead me to best seller-dome tis clear<br /><br />Dost find mine hyperbolic words enough<br />to tempt the gracious leanings of thy will<br />to use thy effervescent potent quill<br />to pen my name, (ah! please do not rebuff!)<br /><br />If thou wouldst toss this heart-sick poem aside, <br />The writer surely would shrivel and die. <br /><br />#hyperbole #sonnet #iambicpentametersaysitbestBrianna Siegristhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16376685938960433888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-17824738278664748812015-11-17T06:40:12.696-05:002015-11-17T06:40:12.696-05:00Beth, if I don't win a copy of Paper Hearts, I...Beth, if I don't win a copy of Paper Hearts, I will commence singing every single song I know with the name "Beth" in it. Hold onto your ears, sister, because they will start to bleed after you hear the medley to end all medleys. You'll be regaled -- or haunted -- by my dulcet tones singing:<br /><br />"Beth" - Kiss<br /><br />Also:<br />...<br />Erm<br />...<br />Oh no! I cannot name any other songs about Beth! I shall have to sing that over and over and over again! Perhaps I can change it up... Sing it in different accents? Maybe get different translations of the song? Can't you just hear it now? "Beth, je vous entends appeler." Or Hebrew? בית אני שומע אותך קורא<br /><br />The earworm of a lifetime.<br /><br /> <br />wrekehavochttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14726026340938927236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-22397116663928529272015-11-17T00:18:47.873-05:002015-11-17T00:18:47.873-05:00If I don't win a copy of Paper Hearts, blood w...If I don't win a copy of Paper Hearts, blood will spill.<br /><br />You see, the deadline for the contest is the 18th, my son's b-day. And since my niece and nephew from out of town will be visiting, I already sent out invites to not only celebrate my son's b-day that night, but also my niece's and nephews birthdays.<br /><br />If I don't win, the birthday party will turn into a pity party. There will be sobbing, wailing, and crying. Instead of cakes and blowing out candles, forks will be sharpened and knives of all sizes will be glinting. There will be murder.<br /><br />My family and friends will kill me for ruining the party. Then they will come after Authoress and you. Yes! You and Authoress. Then both your fans will want revenge. Mobs will form, cyber-war will start, and computers will crash. <br /><br />The world as we know it will end. E-N-D!<br /><br />So for the love of God! Save us all!rheanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-15121639223172897642015-11-16T19:12:01.262-05:002015-11-16T19:12:01.262-05:00Dear the most wonderful, fabulous, incredible Beth...Dear the most wonderful, fabulous, incredible Beth, <br /><br />Before I begin my plea for your lovely book, let me begin with some shameless boot-licking. <br /><br />Your earrings in the picture above are lovely. They really bring out your eyes.<br /><br />Anyways, I have been writing ever since I was in the sixth grade. I wrote a short story and printed it out, taking it everywhere with me and forcing everyone I met to read it. Since then, I can't remember a time that I haven't been writing, or thinking of writing. Now here I sit in the tenth grade, typing this up behind a binder in my English class and fearing that current novel is lacking some of the "zing" that it could possibly have. <br /><br />Without this book, I may plummet into the abyss of "bad writing." And if I plummeted into the abyss of bad writing, a series of unfortunate events could take place. Most of those unfortunate events include circumstances in which I would not be writing. All of which are a bad thing. <br /><br />There being less than 48 hours until this contest is over, I'm practically on the edge of my seat here, practically begging for this book. This book is probably vital to my survival (which in my opinion is important). Without it, I'll probably crawl up to my room and hide under the covers of my bed and sob until I forget what I'm sobbing about. In that period of time, I'll probably consume one of those unnecessary large barrels of ice cream and spend all of my money on Starbucks, which all in all is a bad thing. After eating so much ice cream and drinking so much coffee, I'll probably die (semi-happy though) and people will miss me. I'll miss me. And that's important. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01557806073893193253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-65778268190746049712015-11-16T17:43:12.103-05:002015-11-16T17:43:12.103-05:00If I don’t get a copy of Paper Hearts, I will have...If I don’t get a copy of Paper Hearts, I will have a breakdown in which I am in so much distress and consumed with so much grief that my distress signals the Doctor and calls him to me (I'm not even in England, so this is some serious stuff) and I sneak into the TARDIS without him knowing before epically throwing myself into an exploding star and my atoms are scattered across the universe and if anyone ever breathes in one of my atoms they will instantly feel like they have a horcrux hanging around their neck and they will search all the corners of the earth to find the best of sorcerers to splice that atom from their being and the sorcerer will tell them the tale of how I didn’t get a signed copy of Paper Hearts and they will shake their fist at the sky at my misfortune and grief.Hayleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11602081645388915251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-81605940183569271702015-11-16T16:23:17.144-05:002015-11-16T16:23:17.144-05:00I love this interview!
I don't have a plea. ...I love this interview! <br /><br />I don't have a plea. I have only the fact that I'm starting to not want to try anymore. I've written sixteen novels. Queried seven. I think I might be crazy for continuing to try. But it looks like you had to write a lot of books, too. And I think maybe Paper Hearts can give me some new motivation from someone who's fallen down a lot as well. ^_^ So if I don't win, the sky will explode and the moon dragons will fly down and eat me. krystal janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02115542477066959046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-24558265122813605042015-11-16T13:58:52.362-05:002015-11-16T13:58:52.362-05:00Dear Beth:
If I don't win a copy of your eart...Dear Beth: <br />If I don't win a copy of your earth-shatteringly fabulous book, I will be sucked into the vacuum of space, where I will clog up the hose in a bundle of hair and grease rivaling those things they find in the sewers made of poo and "flushable" wipes. This clog will explode, rupturing the vacuum hose (that is the physical manifestation of a wormhole, btw) causing a rift in the space-time continuum, and everything and everyone will wink out of existence like a blind date when you go to the bathroom only to find there's a huge wad of spinach in your teeth when you check the mirror, then come back to find he is gone, gone, gone. <br /><br />You could also throw a quarter down the tube, and see if that unclogs it. Sometimes that works. Or maybe a book. A book would be good. Alana Dillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13087231337381347438noreply@blogger.com