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Monday, May 23, 2011

BOOKIES CONTEST

Okay! I decided it's finally time to withdraw fully from my damp, dripping, lonely writer cave and do a contest. Yes I know! A contest! Nobody on the internet has ever done this before!

What? They have? But did they have books and cookies? BOOKIES?

Why a contest? Because, well, the YA community is so excellent and sweet. I want to know more of you. That's my only motivation really. Also, I have too many cookies. Really, it's awful. I need some sort of cookie release valve. That's what this contest is. A cookie safety measure to prevent me and the boyfriend's tummies from sploding.

To win, all you have to do is follow the blog and/or twitter, then write a comment on this post. All comments will be entered! Yay! And if you win, you will get not one, but TWO YA books. Of your choice! Not even the crap I have lying around from when I was 12! Anything you want!

Just imagine, poor, shiftless writers of the interwebz: Divergent and Wither could be yours. Invincible Summer and The Liar Society. LA Candy and A Shore Thing. Just kidding, you can't have A Shore Thing. But everything else is on the table! (um, as long as it's still in print and costs less than, I don't know, $50?)

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Plus I'll send you cookies! Good ones even! Unless you don't want them because you doubt my hygenic-ness. Which is fine too. I'll just go off somewhere and sob while I eat fistfuls of cookies. Lonely cookies. Lookies. 

Please don't make my stomach explode.

Contest closes at 3:47am PST Thursday morning.