Sarita Sengupta is in her last semester of grad school and has finally realized she doesn’t have a career plan, a girlfriend, or a clear outlook on life. She works as a pastry shop’s head decorator, but is otherwise drifting without direction until a friend’s birthday party ends with her waking up in surprise next to Maritza Quiñones, a pretty ballroom dancer whose cheerful charm and laser focus sets Sarita on a path to making all of the choices she’s been avoiding.
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Excerpt
“I met
someone.”
Devesh makes a happy little humming noise.
“Reeti, that’s great.”
“Yeah. It is. She is. I mean, so far. I met
her last night.” Not for the first time, Sarita wishes she’d had a land line
put in. She could use the coiled phone cord to fiddle with right now. “We had
dinner tonight.”
“That’s really fantastic.” Devesh is
smiling, she knows, and she hears him put a hand over the phone to tell Sunil.
“Sunil says that’s great, too. Tell me about her?”
“Um,” She plucks at her laptop charging
cable, winding it around and between her fingers. “Well, her name is Maritza.
She’s hot, and she’s funny, and she’s a ballroom dancer who seems to actually
know what she wants to do with her life, and now I’ve got a complex.”
“Reeti,” Devesh sighs, and he tsks. “Come on, don’t think like that.
You’re great. You don’t need to have a complex.”
“Eight years of college and I don’t know
what I want to do with my life. You come
on.” Shaking the coiled cable off of her fingers, she picks it back up and
starts twisting it again. “She’s known what she wants since she was nine. When
I was nine I wanted a Tamagotchi, which I couldn’t even manage to keep alive
for more than a week at a time.”
“Okay, the only person we knew who was
successful with their Tamagotchi was that Brian Michaelson kid from down the
street,” Devesh says. “The rest of us all sucked at it. I wouldn’t go around
using it as a yardstick to measure your life’s ambition by.” His voice softens.
“Don’t worry about it, Reeti. You’re doing fine. You want to study philosophy,
so you’re doing it. Figure everything else out later. And Jesus, don’t judge
yourself by someone else you just met.”
Sarita leans on her hand, running her
fingers into her hair. “It’s been a long day.”
“I guess so.” The sounds of Devesh settling
in against a pile of pillows rustle down the line. “So. Funny, hot, and a
ballroom dancer, huh? She sounds like a keeper.”
Sarita leans back in her chair, and
suddenly she’s smiling again, her paper and her existential crisis forgotten.
“Early days, but… you know, I definitely want to see her again. And again…”
The butterflies take flight.
Interview
Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Lissa
Reed, author of Certainly, Possibly, You.
Hi Lissa, thank you for agreeing to this
interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
Hi there, thank
you for hosting me today! I am a queer writer transplanted from her native
Louisiana to north Texas - I'm a bit of a foodie, a cat-wrangler, a software
tech, and a semi-competent balcony herb gardener. Certainly is my second book in a three book series centered around
the love lives of the queer employees at a Seattle bakery.
1)
Do you
buy a book because of the cover, the blurb, or something else?
Covers
catch my eye for sure – one of my favorite books, Tipping The Velvet by Sarah Waters, for example. The copy I bought
has a seriously distinctive cover with two women sitting on trapezes, and
they’re, ah, they are not really wearing clothes. It’s a vintage photo or at
least vintage styled, and it catches your eye. It does a good job telling you
that it’s a historical book, and it’s female-centric, and perhaps has something
to do with performing. I love a cover that can convey that.
But
a good cover has to have a catchy blurb too. I can’t stand books that only put
quotes from reviews on the back or in the dustjacket, I need to know something
of what your book is about! Reel me in further, man!
2)
What
does ‘romance’ mean to you?
The
little things – how people are conscious of each other in the space they occupy
together, how they know the most inconsequential things, how they sit together
and can be quiet and still, just being around each other.
3)
What
are your current projects?
The
last book in the Sucre Coeur series!
Wrapping it all up with a tidy bow. It’s going to be a wild ride, it only
partly takes place in Seattle, lots of stuff is happening, and I cannot wait to
finish it so people can read it. It’s fantastic fun.
4)
What
is the most difficult part of writing for you?
Not
letting Twitter distract me. I am so easily distracted and I love Twitter so
much, good lord.
5)
Tell
us something about yourself that would surprise people.
I
mention it in my author bio, but it really seems to startle people that I
briefly worked the Renaissance Faire circuit as part of a bawdy wench act. I
mean, first people are like, “Wait, that’s a thing you can do? For money?” and
then they’re like, “You did what to
‘Greensleeves’?” It’s really hilarious to watch their faces shift as I explain.
About the Author
Lissa Reed is a writer of fi ction, blogs, and bawdy Renaissance song parodies. She traces her early interest in writing back to elementary school, when a teacher gifted her with her fi rst composition book and told her to fi ll it with words. After experimenting with print journalism, Reed shifted her writing focus to romance and literary fi ction and never looked back. She lives in the Dallas-Fort Worth area. Certainly, Possibly, You is the second book in Reed’s Sucre Coeur series.
Giveaway
Hello, and thank you so much for hosting me today! - Lissa Reed
ReplyDeleteFinally! *happy dance* I've read thw first one and I liked it very much. <3 Thanks for the chance!
ReplyDeleteThanks for being excited!
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