Wednesday, August 5, 2020

NBtM Virtual Book Tour and Giveaway: The Tiger Like Me by Kelsey Lee

Welcome to my stop on the NBTM virtual book tour for The Tiger Like Me by Kelsey Lee.  This book tour was organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. On my stop, I have an excerpt for you as well as a guest post. There's also a tour wide giveaway for a chance to win a $20 Amazon or Barnes & Noble gift card. Be sure to visit the other stops on the tour for more content. Enjoy!
Title: The Tiger Like Me
Author: Kelsey Lee
Publisher: Tellwell Talent
Publication Date: January 22nd 2020
Print Length: 34 pages
Genre: Children's Picture Book
This is the story of Abhi, a brave young girl who dares to be different. As she follows the call of her adventurous spirit, she encounters inspiring creatures of the jungle who remind her to face her fears, recognize the beauty of the present moment, and walk the path less travelled.

Day by day we use our voice, not only for noise but for speaking our choice.

Night by night, we move through fear; we know this is how to pioneer. Beyond our worry, the way shines clear, and the thoughts that limit us, soon disappear.

We are all diverse, yet one and the same. No matter the challenge, break the chain. Shine like a star to be who you are.

Raise your voice with vigour, to see your potential grow bigger. This is your gift, so be as you are. If you forget your way, then look to the stars.

In the darkness of night, shoot for the moon. Always remember, the light returns soon.
Kelsey Lee is a writer and adventurer who lives in Calgary, Alberta. With a diverse background from business owner to yoga teacher, most often, you can find her writing, working with children, and exploring all that nature has to offer. Kelsey finds daily inspiration to value child-like curiosity and empathy through her two children, and her work in Equine Therapy. As a free-spirited child herself, Kelsey has always believed that anyone could achieve their wildest dreams, no matter how far-reaching. She passionately encourages self-empowerment and self-esteem, as The Tiger Like Me, aims to support the reader in honouring their individuality to be courageously unique, and playfully curious.

- What is the one major thing you'd like children to remember about your book?

I hope the most memorable takeaway from The Tiger Like Me is for children to recognize that being unique is a gift. As children, we often live a life un-masked, free to be ourselves without the worry of judgment or ridicule. Children are raw and real when sharing their opinions and expressing their true selves. As adults, we often need to peel back many layers of social conditioning to discover who we are, which often results in the re-discovery of who we were as children. As Paulo Coelho brilliantly says, “a child can teach us three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be curious, and to fight tirelessly for something.” My highest aspiration as an adult and as a parent is to encourage children to foster their true nature. One of life’s greatest blessings is seeing the world through the eyes of a child. I hope The Tiger Like Me encourages kids to embrace curiosity and discovery while reminding adults to cherish a child’s cognizance.
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Book Blitz and Giveaway: I Am Here Now by Barbara Bottner

Title: I Am Here Now
Author: Barbara Bottner
Publisher: Macmillan
Publication D
ate: August 4th 2020
Print Length: 352 pages
Genre: Young Adult Coming of Age

Set in the 1960s, Barbara Bottner’s I Am Here Now is a beautiful novel in verse about one artist’s coming of age. It’s a heartbreaking, powerful and inspiring depiction of what it’s like to shatter your life—and piece it all back together.

You can’t trust Life to give you decent parents, or beautiful eyes, a fine French accent or an outstanding flair for fashion. No, Life does what it wants. It’s sneaky as a thief.

Maisie’s first day of High school should be exciting, but all she wants is to escape.

Her world is lonely and chaotic, with an abusive mother and a father who’s rarely there to help.

So when Maisie, who finds refuge in her art, meets the spirited Rachel and her mother, a painter, she catches a glimpse of a very different world—one full of life, creativity, and love—and latches on.

But as she discovers her strengths through Rachel’s family, Maisie, increasingly desperate, finds herself risking new friendships, and the very future she’s searching for.


In his bedroom, Davy, awake again,

knocks his head against his wall.

I have to admit, he’s too distraught

for someone who still doesn’t have

one single hair growing out

of his baby face.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

He’s a human metronome.

Once, he said, “I do it to escape the chaos

of this place.”

“I escape by drawing.

Why don’t you just play some Gershwin?”

I asked.

He didn’t bother to answer.

Judith made him pick out his carpet.

I remember how insistent she was

that he choose it for himself.

As if that could make him feel

that he belongs in a family of people

who have brown eyes, brown hair

in common, but mainly are falling apart.

Not falling, no. Ripping.

I wonder,

can you exchange one sort of hurt

for another?

Mother marches into his room,

says: “Stop this!

It can’t be good for you, David!

I worry about you.”

She never speaks in a soft, concerned voice,

Why are you doing this, honey?

What’s the matter?

Davy has an entire repertoire

for this habit.

He quits just long enough

for her to leave.

Then bang. Bang. Bang, again.

It stops. I can’t make out anything else.

Did she go back in?

Is she hugging him?

Straightening out his blankets?

Her few moments of maternal instinct

for the entire week are spent now.

And as soon as she leaves again,

thump, thump, thump:

a perfect rhythm.

It’s distracting.

I can forget about it for a little while,

but then I can’t doze off;

thump, thump,

he’s not a boy,

he’s a machine.

I tap the wall between us.

“Davy, stop it!”

He misses a thump.

Then another.

“Thank you! Go to sleep!”

But he begins again.

“That’s bad for you, Davy!”

I hear those words as if I didn’t say them.

It is bad for him, really bad.

I get up, trot to his door, knock softly.

“Davy, please listen to your sister.”

Saying “sister” somehow makes me

well up with tears.

And then I’m begging:

“Hey, Davy, open the door!”

It does open, slowly.

I notice his glassy eyes,

as if he’s in a trance.

He goes back to bed.

He lets me take his warm, toasty hand.

It hits me;

Davy’s hurting and fragile.

I wait while his eyes drift close.

I hear his soft breathing.

I can’t believe

I never thought about this;

my brother is another me.
Barbara Bottner has written about 50 books for children of all ages. In May, her first YA novel in free verse, I Am Here Now is coming out from Macmillan (Imprint) She's written a NY Times Bestseller, as well as staffed prime time sit-com, sold screenplays, published essays and short stories in both national and literary magazines and reviewed children's books for both the NY and LA Sunday Book Review. Many of her works have been multiply translated and animated, and adapted for short plays. When she was an animator, she won "Best Film For TV" from the Annecy International Animation Festival. When very young, she briefly appeared on stage and in Europe with La Mama Plexus and in television movies. She teaches writing for children privately but won The Distinguished University Teaching Award from The New School For Social Research. Her papers are collected in the Arne Nixon Center for Children's Literature at Fresno State.

Former students include: Lane Smith, Robin Preiss Glaser, Peggy Rathmann, Bruce Degen, Barney Saltsburg and Antoinette Portis.

She feels blessed to have a passion that seems to stick with her no matter how the larger world goes out of control.

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Tuesday, August 4, 2020

Virtual Book Tour and Giveaway: Beverly Hills Torture (An Erin Kingsly Novel #2) by R.W. Buxton

Welcome to my stop on the virtual book tour for Beverly Hills Torture by R.W. Buxton. This tour was organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. On my stop, I have an excerpt as well as a highly interesting guest post from the author. There's also a tour wide giveaway for a chance to win a $10 Amazon or Barnes & Noble gift card. Be sure to check out the other stops on the tour for more content. Enjoy!
Title: Beverly Hills Torture
Series: An Erin Kingsly Novel #2
Author: R.W. Buxton
Publication Date: March 18th 2020
Print Length: 210 pages
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
A frantic middle of the night call jolts Gerry from his quiet, but lonely life, back into a world fraught with dangerous creatures of the night. Erin's frenzied call leads Gerry across the country where he finds himself immersed in the luxuries of Beverly Hills and the seedier side of the Hollywood strip.

Sadness and longing grip him as he finds a blood-spattered room and Erin is nowhere to be found.

Alone in a strange city with nothing to go on can Gerry find and save Erin? Or is this the end of something never meant to be?

Her past has caught up with her and he's her only hope.

With a group of trusted friends Gerry takes on the impossible and gives everything to save Erin.

Beverly Hills Torture is the second novel in the Erin Kingsly series. Be sure to check out Capital Thirst.

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Darkness was everywhere. Erin wasn’t even certain if her eyes were open or closed. The blackness was complete. She blinked, but it made no difference, the blackness encompassed her. She chose to leave her eyes closed and concentrated on her other senses. The air felt cool against her skin. It smelled dank and musty. No sounds reached her ears. Total silence enveloped her.

Her arms were numb, fastened above her head with heavy clasps that scorched her wrists where they touched her skin. She could tell her arms were spread wide. Her legs were spread as well. Heavy clasps dug into the flesh of her ankles as the weight of her body pushed down against them. She formed an X pinned against something hard and unyielding. Her head was all she could move. But only side to side. Her hair hung matted across her face plastered to her skin with dried blood. Even the small effort of trying to shake her head exhausted her. There seemed to be no way to free herself.

“Where am I?” she wondered aloud. “How long have I been here?” Her voice sounded raspy and alien even to her own ears. Pain radiated down her arms and up her legs into the core of her body. The pain shattered her thoughts like splinters that flew in a million pieces. She knew the clasps that held her in place were silver. The burning and excruciating pain were enough that she knew. Why? Silver to vampires could be deadly. They only used it on the worst of her kind. When she was a newly created vampire, she heard stories of its use but knew enough to stay away from it. This was the first time she experienced its power. It wasn’t just the pain where it touched her skin. The silver felt like a poison that flowed through her body. It clouded her mind. Pain spread everywhere. Surely death would be better.
I love a good paranormal read, something about the un-dead haunts the fringes of my mind. Mix in romance, love, loss, and you have a great story.

I voraciously read everything, fiction, and non-fiction but always find myself turning back to the darker stories. I’ve always wanted to write and the dream became a reality with Capital Thirst, and the remainder of the Erin Kingsly novels.

I spend most of my days designing and building websites, but my free time is devoted to my wife, family, and cats. Yes three grown children and three cats. Things can be hectic.

For fun you might find me driving winding roads with the top down or out photographing nature.

- If you could be any type of paranormal creature, what would you be and why?

I will look at this upside down. What paranormal creature wouldn’t I be? Let’s eliminate those to get to the answer.

Let’s start with one of the most popular, shifters. Wolves, bears and dragons. To wield the powers of a beast, at will is amazing, but the reality is there are limitations. While there may be volumes of cryptozoology that delve into this, my feeling is in the animal form you would lose much of the to rationalize, you become out of control capable only of the base animal desire. Something angers you and suddenly you transform into a wild animal. What’s the only instinct a scared or angry animal has? To kill. Maybe in the human form they can plot or manipulate others, but anyone can do that. As the animal the only option is to kill. Besides, most don’t have opposable thumbs, and what can you really do without thumbs?

Demons are another supernatural group that I put into the same category, although higher demons are cunning and can warp others to do their bidding there are still disadvantages. If you believe in hell, being bound to it is just one limitation. Not only that, but demons are the servants of Satan. He’s the one pulling the strings. Even the most powerful that maybe have their own agenda, if they go too far still have to answer.

Demons bring me to ghosts. Although in literature they rarely appear as a protagonist although sometimes they are the antagonists I’m not sure this is where I would want to be. Sure some can assume corporeal form, but only for brief periods. A life of loneliness and separation from others seems sad.

Now that I’m out of the categories I would never consider what are some that I might? Well, the first would be the fae or fairy folk. This is a huge category with hundreds of forms and varieties. But if you are fae, living in the mortal realm, you are cut off from your family and friends. Maybe an outcast, or maybe on some dangerous mission. Torn between two worlds. Even stranger in the fae world, you’re really not supernatural anymore, instead you’re just like everyone else.

Witches and warlocks look good, I could settle here. Even simple charms are cool. The ability to start a fire with your mind, move objects at will. Maybe curse your enemies and watch them suffer. Dabble in the darker arts and achieve immortality. With the right knowledge, anything is possible. But without the right knowledge, without that right spell would you be able to delve deep enough into yourself to save what matters most to you? Or would it be lost because you didn’t have the knowledge to control your craft? Although just to change that kid in the third grade that picked on me into a toad might be worth it.

I’m sure I’ve missed many paranormal creatures in my less than exhaustive list, but this brings me to what I would be, a vampire. There’s no secret about why I chose a vampire as my protagonist in Capital Thirst or Beverly Hills Torture. You can live for thousands of years. You have opposable thumbs. You’re fast, strong, can read the minds of others and can make them do your bidding. When necessary you can blend in with the rest of the masses or wreak terror among them. There is the drawback of the human blood thing and since I pass out at the sight of blood, that might be a problem.
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Monday, August 3, 2020

Book Blitz and Giveaway: August Fog (August Fog #1) by A.L. Goulden

Title: August Fog
Series: August Fog #1
Author: A.L. Goulden
Publication Date: August 1st 2020

Print Length: 272 pages
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Women’s Fiction

Monica Waters has 31 days to choose between the love of her life or her soulmate. Juggling an unglamorous Hollywood career and a clumsy injury with an endless cocktail of antidepressants and dull daily routines, Monica moves through her thirties in a fog, avoiding the pain of her damaged marriage, broken body, and fragile mind.

Until he comes along.

When emerging artist Quinn Matthews moves next door, just coping with the downward spiral of life is no longer feasible. Their powerful connection ignites a relationship that will tip the boundaries of their perfectly balanced lives, sparking a mutual obsession and life-altering affair.

Monica tosses her prescriptions, striving to be free of their control, but with each passing summer day, dangerous secrets seep into their quiet suburban life, inching toward disaster. Sometimes the truth is hidden for a reason.

“This is a contemporary tale of a woman’s struggle to navigate love and mental illness, while defining where and how she will land on her own feet.” –Independent Reader

“A raw and honest look at the ugly secrets behind a flawed marriage and the stigmas of depression.”

The cab ride to the university was quiet and slow. Midday traffic was a nightmare thanks to a parade and Monica had to keep reminding herself that it was the original purpose of her visit, not just an annoyance.

“So you and Jack were a thing, huh?”

“What?” She turned like she’d just woke up.

“It’s obvious.”

“I’m sorry I should’ve—”

“Please stop apologizing for everything.”

“Doesn’t it bother you?”

“That you have exes? No. We’ve covered this, haven’t we?”

The box of photos with Quinn’s past made her smile. “I guess we covered your side.”

“Well, I have no illusions that your past isn’t just as full.”

She ran her finger along his chin to feel the stubble he’d left. “Can I start calling you Mr. Awesome Cool Cucumber?”

“If I can call you Ms. Positive Monkey.”

“Hey I didn’t use Littleman.”

He slid his head onto her shoulder and gave her a small kiss. Then he stayed there, resting on her. Quinn gave solace in addictive doses.

“I’m sorry about the neighbor artist friend thing. God, I’m an idiot.”

“It wasn’t smooth.”

“F*ck. I had weeks to prepare and could never decide how to introduce you. I wanted—”

“It’s fine.” He gave her another kiss, this one confirming he meant it. “You don’t have to talk about him or any of the past, but I’m always open to it.”

Feeling alone was a reflex, like blinking. Even when a lover was a friend, Monica hid details and memories, keeping them isolated inside. Little by little, Quinn tested those borders, sending the dominoes of separation rocking… and she was ready for them to fall, but terrified he wouldn’t stick around after.

“Jack and I started having sex after five years of friendship, which was a mistake. We started fighting all the time and it made life too complicated for everyone.”

“Why did you fight?”

She shrugged. “He’s Irish. That’s what he does.”

“Oh, come on... What did you fight about?”

“Mostly our relationship. I didn’t want to be in anything too serious.”

“And he did.”

“He thought he was in love.”

Quinn lifted his head. “He’s still in love with you.”

“God, I hope not.”

“Come on. I know you’re not blind. You probably want to be, but he carries it on his sleeve.”

“Yeah, f*ckin’ literally.”

He squinted. “What do you mean?”

Monica pointed to her right forearm, trying not to get choked up. It was the stupidest thing anyone could do and she hated that it made her feel guilty. “He tattooed my name on his arm.”

“Oh f*ck.” Quinn sat up to take that in, then turned in his seat. “So Rianne has to see that—”

“Every day.” She nodded. “She’s a very spiritual person so I’m sure she’s fed herself some babble to accept it… but I can’t imagine how it affects things.”

“You didn’t go to their wedding.”

“No. Which killed me because Ri and I were so close and they all came to my…wedding.” The word croaked out like a faint afterthought. “I love Tristan, but Ri is the one I could talk to. She keeps things real and secret and has always been there for me and I ditched her because of that idiot.”

The cab stopped at the school entrance and Monica got out.

“Can I ask something you won’t like?”

“Sure,” she said, bracing herself.

“Could it be that you still have some feelings for him and you’re pushing them away to save Rianne from more pain?”

Monica wasn’t sure she liked being with a man who could read her like a book. It made her feel simple sometimes, and no one liked that. When she didn’t answer, he took it as confirmation. “I’m no mystery apparently.”

His forehead crinkled with confusion. “What are you talking about? You’re a basket of contradictions, remember? I’m constantly intrigued and confused.”


He got close and lowered his voice. “I don’t think anyone in this world sees you the way I do… and that doesn’t make me feel like pounding my chest or wielding some kind of powertrip, it makes me honored to have found one person I can truly know. I’m steps away from being forty having never really known anyone until now.”

“You don’t know all of me. If you did, you’d run.”

“No, I wouldn’t. I can’t. I won’t.”

And the dominoes tumbled.

Monica kissed him as the city’s song vanished. She hadn’t let herself accept him fully, guarding herself from impending pain, but she knew him, too. Quinn was kind and thoughtful, impulsive and receptive, but on the deepest level he was burdened by his intellect and passions. He was so far ahead of everyone around him that she wondered how he slept, how he kept from being bored with life’s tedium. Above all, she couldn’t grasp how fate had chosen her, a woman anchored to routines and calendars and medications, who was scared to death to be a quitter or a dependent.

“I keep expecting you to disappear,” she whispered.

“Not unless you want me to.”

“I don’t.” She touched his face. “I really don’t, but I don’t know how to give you what you deserve.”

“You’re not expected to give anything but yourself. You get all of me and I get all of you.”

He made it sound so simple, like a man who had never been in any relationship. That had her stepping back and resetting boundaries.

Author of the “most realistic, often hilarious, and wonderfully romantic” (Rosie Malezer, international best- selling author) Chasing Swells returns with another emotionally charged and complicated love story about a Hollywood editor struggling with depression who meets her soulmate while she's married to her high-school sweetheart. This unique trilogy takes you through one woman's mid-life crisis as she stumbles and falls apart before realizing she's the only one who can put her pieces back together.

5 Things I learned while writing August Fog:

1. I did a lot of research on medications used by chronically depressed people and was intrigued by the side-effects. Those horrible conditions that are blitzed by us in pharmaceutical commercials are so daunting when incorporated into a character’s life. I learned what doses and time frames each medication takes to affect various outlets of a person’s life like sleep and sex drive. It only deepened my sympathy for those who struggle to live with the disease.

2. I went down a Tears for Fears wormhole one day. I remembered the songs on one of their albums was based on a psychologist’s therories but I had no idea even the band’s named was derived from The Primal Scream, psychologist Arthur Janov’s detailed theory of neuroses that adults carry from repressed childhood trauma. To me, even though this was deeper than I planned to go, the nerdy fact fit Monica’s younger personality. I used this knowledge to connect to Quinn’s own intellect and fuse them into a serious conversation about the past.

3. Love really is complicated. I spoke to a few people I knew that went through infidelity and asked them about their feelings looking back on the affair. There was never a cut and dry answer and never one without threads to other problems. I used the idea of those threads in Quinn’s art and in his observation of Monica’s eyes. Little details to show how intricate our connections are and how easy it is to overlook them.

4. I can’t write to what the market wants or expects. The subject of infidelity and love are seldom tackled in a realistic way in mass-market fiction but I’m okay with that. I needed to get this story out of me and create this epic love-story that is never easy. It’s never neat and clean. But it’s so right that all the wrong turns to capture it are worth the risk.

5. Humor is inherently part of my writer’s voice. Even when the story is at its most serious, I instinctually throw in humor or sarcasm. I was raised to laugh even at the bad stuff and when I’ve tried to stifle that part of me, my writing becomes stale and robotic. I usually have at least one character that is a bit of a smartass, but in this one, you’ll get a few who’ll make you smile.
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Book Blitz and Giveaway: Why Can't Freshman Summer Be Like Pizza? (The Pizza Chronicles #2) by Andy V. Roamer

Title: Why Can’t Freshman Summer Be Like Pizza?
Series: The Pizza Chronicles #2
Author: Andy V. Roamer
Publisher: NineStar Press
Publication Date: June 1st 2020

Print Length: 179 pages
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Fiction

RV, having successfully completed his freshman year at the demanding Boston Latin School, is hoping for a great summer. He’s now fifteen years old and looking forward to sharing many languid summer days with his friend Bobby, who’s told him he has gay feelings too. But life and family and duties for a son of immigrant parents makes it difficult to steal time away with Bobby.

Bobby, too, has pressures. He spends part of the summer away at football camp, and his father pushes him to work a summer job at a friend’s accounting firm. Bobby takes the job grudgingly, wanting to spend any extra time practicing the necessary skills to make Latin’s varsity football team.

On top of everything, RV’s best friend Carole goes away for the summer, jumping at an opportunity to spend it with her father in Paris. Luckily, there is always Mr. Aniso, RV’s Latin teacher, to talk to whenever RV is lonely. He’s also there for RV when he inadvertently spills one of Bobby’s secrets, and Bobby is so angry RV is afraid he is ready to cut off the friendship.

Bobby and I sat there for a while, not saying anything, just enjoying being together, feeling like we were watching the whole world but not letting the world see us.

“So? Was this worth the bike ride and the climb?” Bobby finally asked.

“You bet. I love finding special places. Like the place in the woods not far from my house. It’s a good place to think and dream.”

Bobby nodded. “Yeah. I discovered this spot when I came to the park with my folks. They just wanted to sit and relax on the hill, so I went exploring.”

“Yes, exploring is good. Where would we be in life without exploring!”

I laughed and gave Bobby a nudge. He nudged me back. “Now I’ve shown you a good place to think and dream too.”

I nodded, and we sat quietly for a long time, just happy looking out at Boston and being next to each other. Bobby put his hand on mine and it reminded me again of the first time he had touched me in the spring. The crazy, amazing feeling that went through my whole body. I know it’s stupid to say, but it was like I became alive in a new way. Even though that jolt of excitement lasted only a few seconds, I’ll never forget it.

It was great to experience the feeling again. Bobby’s gentle touch on my hand probably didn’t mean much to him, but to me it meant a lot, especially that things were good between us. It was one of those moments in life when everything seems perfect. Just the way it’s supposed to be. I wanted to stay there forever with Bobby’s hand on mine.

Then I remembered something. “Hey, Bobby!” I exclaimed, turning to him.


“It’s the summer solstice!”

Bobby looked puzzled.

“The longest day of the year. When the sun is exactly over the Tropic of Cancer. It happens every year between June 20 and 22. And this year it’s today.”

Bobby suddenly laughed. “Oh, RV. You should go on a game show!”

My cheeks were getting hot. Carole calls it the RV Blush. When I’m really embarrassed about something, my face turns bright-red. And I was really embarrassed by my nerd part coming out in front of Bobby of all people.

Bobby was still laughing. “I believe you. I really do.” He put his arm around me and gave me a little hug. “Being with you, I learn all these crazy things. That’s why I like you.”

“Don’t these long days make you feel good?” I said, more quietly. “Summer stretching out ahead. It makes me feel optimistic. Like I’ll have time to live my life, and not just do homework. Or chores. Or other things I’m forced to do. Summer is for us.”
Andy V. Roamer grew up in the Boston area and moved to New York City after college. He worked in book publishing for many years, starting out in the children's and YA books division and then wearing many other hats. WHY CAN'T LIFE BE LIKE PIZZA? is the first novel in THE PIZZA CHRONICLES. The books follow the exploits of RV, the teenage son of immigrants from Lithuania in Eastern Europe, as RV tries to negotiate the four years of his demanding high school, his budding sexuality, and new relationships. To relax, Andy loves to ride his bike, read, watch foreign and independent movies, and travel.

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