Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Virtual Book Launch: Excerpts & a Giveaway!

It's my CP, Kimberly G. Giarratano's big debut day for GRUNGE GODS & GRAVEYARDS! We're having a virtual book launch party, with posts throughout the day on our blogs. We're so happy you stopped by!

Excerpt 1 
Set up: Wilder invites Lainey over to a sleepover only to find out Wilder's twin sister is throwing a party and she invited Danny.

Wilder stood up and wiped her greasy hands on her jeans. “I don’t feel like The Real World tonight. How about an X-Files marathon?”

“That sounds awesome.”

Before she could dig out our favorite tape and pop it in the VCR, someone knocked on the door. “Enter.”

Danny poked his head inside. “Are you girls holing up in here the whole night? You should come down.”

Wilder waved him off. “Hell, no. I don’t want to deal with a bunch of drunken douches in my house. No offense.”

“None taken. I don’t often become a drunken douche.” He smiled, and I felt a rush of warmth spread through my body. “Would you be willing to lend us some tunes? Craig’s threatening to play some horrendous country songs, and your sister has an inexhaustible amount of 80s dance music.”

Before Wilder could answer him, I jumped from the bed and opened my duffel bag. “Here.” I handed him a stack of CDs and cassettes.

“Whoa. Just so you know, I’m totally going to judge you by your taste in music.”

I flipped my hair over my shoulder, a move I had seen Wynter do countless times in gym class. “Well, in that case, you’re going to think very highly of me. I have awesome taste in music.”

He laughed as he juggled the music in his hands. “Tori Amos. Green Day. Radiohead.” He lowered his voice. “You pass.” He looked at me, and without meaning to, I bit my bottom lip. “There’s this band you should listen to called—”

“Danny!” Wynter’s shrill voice cut the air. I deflated.

Danny held up the music. “Thanks for this.” He walked backward and stumbled on Wilder’s boots next to the door. His cheeks reddened. “I brought my guitar. Nutley and I are going to play later. At least come down for that.”

I smiled at Wilder. “Sure. Absolutely.”

“Yeah, totally,” said Wilder.

“Great.” He left and closed the door.


Excerpt 2
Set up: Danny and his parents come to Lainey's house after her mother's funeral to sit shiva. Not the most upbeat excerpt but it doesn't involve any real plot spoilers.

Arthur’s voice boomed from the living room as he told a story about the time he caught my mom and dad making out in a pup tent on his property. Some laughter followed, although presumably not from my father. I expected Danny to join them—to get away from the grief-stricken girl no one knew how to talk to—but instead, he stood by my side and followed my gaze out the window. He didn’t look up, just pushed the aluminum tray around with his finger. He turned around and leaned on the counter. “So have you ever heard of The Afghan Whigs?”

“That was random.”

He shoved his hands in his pocket and skimmed the toe of his shoe along the grout on our kitchen floor. “Nah. It’s just something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“Oh.” I felt a bit flustered. Hours before, we’d put my mother in the cold ground, and now I was in my kitchen with Danny, staring at his lips. He was meaning to ask me something. “Who are The Afghan Whigs?”

He perked up. “Only the most amazing alternative band ever. I can lend you the CD.”

I shook my head. “I don’t have a CD player.”

“Okay, I’ll put it on cassette for you. Arthur got me a new stereo for my birthday. It has a tape deck and a CD tray. You have to hear them. Their sound is sort of dark with some rage thrown in.” He looked thoughtful. “Maybe now is not the best time to...”

“No,” I said. “Dark and raging sound perfect right about now.”


Excerpt 3
Set up: Lainey and her friends are hiding out in the girls' bathroom after an embarrassing mishap. 

Wilder leaned against the tiled wall and thumbed through an old issue of Spin Magazine from her backpack. “Ugh.” She turned the magazine around and showed us a glossy photo of Courtney Love. “Remember last year at the VMAs when she crashed Madonna’s interview with Kurt Loder? God, how badly did I want to crash Grey’s assembly speech?”

“You should’ve,” I said. “You could’ve stumbled on stage and rushed the mic.”

Wilder sighed wistfully. “I’d say there’s always next year, but...” She looked over at me, and a guilty look emerged on her face.

Su had taken out her guitar and strummed the chords to “Miss World.” Wilder grabbed my hands and twirled me around the dirty tile floor. Together, we belted out the lyrics. Dizzy, I sang louder and louder until Su put down her guitar.
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Since the love of music is a huge theme in GG&G, I had to give away something with a music note on it. Like this(sans the frame, sorry!):
 
Image courtesy of A Page In Time
 
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