My Favorite Quote from the Comments yesterday comes courtesy of Kira: If you feed the squirrels, the terrorists win. Because squirrels ARE terrorists and they win by eating.
HA! I WANT TO WIN BY EATING.
To your left, you will see Ann Napolitano. She is holding the hot fresh new paperback of the book that hops up and down from 1 to 3 in my top three reads for 2011, depending on which one I have read most recently. I bought four copies of this book IN HARDBACK to give to my mother and other people I really like, and I already had the ARC.
A GOOD HARD LOOK was sent to me for a blurb, and I LITERALLY made a mean face when I read the cover letter. Some Yankee chick was going to write Flannery as a character? GAH! Plus—not ALWAYS—but I tend to hate books where people from actual history show up as secondary characters and do invented things to residually glorify the consequence of an invented person. It often strikes me as precious, or worse, boring.
This black-hearted and hope soaked book, this precise and glorious writing, this terse, wry, mortal, boldly inventedFlannery—they all won me over. I fell GOOD and I fell HARD for this book, and I STILL feel all romantical about it. It will be on my reread shelf for years to come.
Now I have three copies to give away, and you have SO MANY WAYS THAT YOU CAN WIN THEM.
The cocktail way. I invented a cocktail! And here you understand INVENTED has a convoluted and totally humiliating meaning. I will TELL you, Pinky sock swear, how I came to “invent” it when I announce the winner.
Sadly, I have no name for it. YOU have to name it. The name that most closely captures the spirit of the cocktail WINS A COPY. You can riff off color, flavor or the awesomely named rye, or a combo, or be LITERARY! That would be cool!
Cocktail deets, so you can give it an appropriate name. It is a deep, bright Barnosaur purple. It is FOAMY, like a French Martini, but not SWEET like that. It is crisp and fruity and summery and tart. The main licker in it is Redemption Rye. It is served UP. I present it in these GORGEOUS etched glass 1950’s Champagne glasses that my mother in law gave me.
Shoot me an email with your cocktail name or leave it in a comment on this entry in my facebook page, or TWEET IT TO ME @joshilynjackson. If you already TWEETED me a name from earlier, relax. You are fifty shades of entered, kinda painfully and perhaps a little bit against your will, but hey, YOU LIKE IT THAT WAY. *blank, level stare.*
If you leave the name for me in the comments, THAT IS FINE, but that COUNTS as both your cocktail entry AND your entry for the random drawing, savvy? You can’t leave a cocktail name AND another, separate comment that says ENTER ME IN THE DRAWING and get two entries, for a total of five. That’s naughty! And not the good kind of naughty. The kind that makes your fellow contestants make the stern eyebrows at you. We all might even LOOK ASKANCE, should you attempt it!
The other two copies? We shall dispense with them in our usual cruel and randomly generated fashion. You have four ways to enter the drawing.
1) Leave a comment here saying YOUR COCKTAIL NAME for the other contest! Or if you tweeted or emailed that, you can say I WANT TO WIN or tell me something you are allergic too or confess which member of Duran Duran you would have French kissed back in the day, or deny you ever wanted to kiss any of them which is a dirty lie. I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES.
2) Link to this contest on your blog, and leave a SEPARATE comment here saying you have done so.
3) Link to this contest on your facebook, and leave a SEPARATE comment here saying you have done so.
4) Tweet a link to this contest on the tweeter and leave a SEPARATE comment here saying you have done so.
So yes, to enter 4 times you will have left 4 comments, and the NUMBERS of those comments will be your drawing numbers.
And yes, okay, for those who are wondering, I DID make a cocktail at 8:30 in the morning just to get a picture of it. What? We were out of milk, and I needed SOMETHING to pour over the kids’s Fruity Pebbles. BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS, and I am assured of a quiet morning to work on the book while they cackle at the TV. Who knew Good Morning America was so FUNNY?
NO no no! OF COURSE NOT! I put it in a Tupperware. For me. For later. Beloveds, you know me too well to think I might throw that much delishus whiskey down the sink, much less waste it on CHILDREN? As if a ten year old has the palette to appreciate top shelf. Please.