The Art of Change by Kelly Andria
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Amazon Kindle Edition: http://www.amazon.com/The-Art-of-Change-ebook/dp/B008PEXGQ8
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owner Nellie, a giving yet neurotic New Yorker, brings together a mismatched
cast of characters in the opening of Ryan Whittaker’s debut, a phallic show.
Little does she know that she is setting the scene for odd and unpredictable
relationships, much like Shakespeare in Midsummer Night’s Dream. The frenzied,
magical mix-up is an outrageous farce with a deep moral message: there is a
RIGHT place for everyone in this world and love and friendship cement us in it.
The
Art of Change is a funny, smooth reading romance, which deals with bridging
differences in gender, education, social milieu, in an insane but pragmatic,
modern fairytale, set in New York City. The twists of the plot are written
without an ounce of cynicism but simply acknowledging that life is neither here
nor there, neither black or white and all can be dealt with in real friendship
and love.
Teaser Excerpt:
“Vai,
Pipino, a year ago, who would have thought we would be going to a ritzy art
show—that’s high society, top-shelf society, Pipino!”
Pino
Napoleon Castagnasis had been stacking his famous meatballs in his special
aluminum container, one by one. He paused, meatball in hand.
“As
caterers, Aurora, as
caterers—hired help. Don’t you go filling your head with hot air. Mrs. Nellie,
she’s a lovely lady, but we got to get everythin’ right for this artist guy—his
big opening. He is the star!”
Aurora smiled
fondly. “My Pipino will be a star, too, wit his cooking.”
Pino
also secretly believed his meatballs were a work of art, so they had to be
presented like a work of art. He refused to pour them in from the big
pomegranate ceramic platter. Pino Napoleon—Pipino only to his wife—was
meticulous to say the least, though his looks did not give that away.
He
was a burly man with wavy dark hair, which always fell across his left eye. He
would rake it back with his long sinewy fingers. Without the dark hair, he
could have passed for a Scandinavian lumberjack. Instead, he looked more like a
windblown fishing boat, banged ashore in Astoria Queens, straight from the Liguria Sea in the Mediterranean.
Content
with his carefully piled “neatballs,” he snapped the last corner of the
aluminum top closed with a smirk. The tablecloths were already in the van,
ironed and folded, side by side with the appetizers. They were all in their
individual shiny containers, coded by cover: yellow for the Dijon
mustard–flavoured crackers, red for his classic bell pepper spread.
“Where
are the light blue ones for our mini–spinade poofs? Come on, do not stick them
in your mouth—now of all times, my Aurora Horora!”
“I
am so in love wit dem! Warm, crunchy and puffy . . . just like when I see you
in your red silk undies, my puffy Pipinusko. I see dem and I become naughty,
horrible Horora, I know . . .”
Each
container bore the label INSTROCTIONS so that Aurora would get
everything
right.
Pino
looked sideways at Aurora: cobalt
sequin clutch in her lap, she held up a little round mirror as she applied her
plum lipstick. Once again he admired her indifference in the midst of his
panic. Aurora had the
ability to block out the world when she enjoyed herself, which she did
regularly. She derived pleasure from mundane daily activities in an endearing
way—simple meals, a TV show, spoonfuls of peanut butter, applying her Pond’s
night cream, even ironing the pleats of his treasured chef’s hat.
All
substitutes in a life without sex, thought Pino. If they had little else
between them, at least they lived their parallel lives in relative harmony,
seeking comfort in the common habits they had acquired over the years—cooking,
catering jobs, Corsican festivals, tango lessons, and, of course, eating. Together
they could polish off four pints of homemade ice cream on top of orange
tartelettes or demolish the mini–square napoleons, prepared with Pino’s amazing
handmade puff pastry dough. Pino sighed at the memory.
Contest Announcement:
Kelly
will be awarding a $25.00 GC for either Barnes & Noble or Amazon, winner's
choice, to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. All you need to do is leave a comment on her posts during the blog tour and you are entered to win this nice prize. I encourage you to follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found
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About the Author:
Kelly Andria is the pen name
of two very close friends who decided to write a story to make people laugh.
The two authors, although different in many ways and viewpoints, have a lot in
common. Both Greek Americans coming from conservative vibrant families, they
learned to speak and act as they believe. Fair but always kind. Their passion
for art, food and romance led them to become authors of a comedy that redefines
the “boy meets girl” norm. The wacky one
of the group knew that they had the stories in them. The other half quickly
became convinced as their quirky characters took shape and form and gained a
voice of their own.
Website: http://www.kellyandria.com/
7 comments:
Thanks for sharing the blurb and excerpt! The book sounds really sweet :)
andralynn7 AT gmail DOT com
Thanks so much for hosting me today! I appreciate it!
Kelly
Congratulations on your new book! Seems like a great read. Enjoyed the excerpt. Thanks for the giveaway.
bhometchko(at)hotmail(dot)com
Thanks for the chance to win!
hense1kk AT cmich DOT edu
Why did you decide to write together?
Jibriel.O at web dot de
Hi Jibriel,
We write together because we are such good friends that we sort of read each other's minds....we compliment one another. Thanks for asking!
Kelly
Thanks for the excerpt. Sounds like a great book.
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