Are you an avid reader looking for your next "fix"? Can't bear to be without some form of reading material in your spare time? Welcome to my world! Whether you are seeking a new book to "feed your need", or you are an author seeking an unbiased point of view on your own recent masterpiece, this is the place to be. With life as with books, you never know where the next step might take you...

QUICK NOTE...Update: 6/25/19

Still working through things. We were right in the path of Hurricane Michael (like so many others), and while the family is safe (pups, and parents), the house didn't fair as well. You'd think we'd be back in our home by now, since the disaster occurred October 2018, but nope. Things are very slow to progress towards normalcy...and every day presents a new headache/nightmare to deal with. Thanks for stopping by and sharing my bookish adventures. It helps remind me I'm not alone in this crazy journey called life.

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Silver Dagger Book Tours presents... SUPRA PROJECT: FRANKENSTEIN by A.D. Wayne - GIVEAWAY!

Supra Project Book 1
by A.D. Wayne

Genre: Horror, High Science Fiction 

Frankie is a 21st-century computer programmer, turned ufologist when she is approached by the members of the LSS Slicer crew. The starship being commanded by Captain Caldwell. She becomes their most significant asset in the temporal war. Their enemies were ready to die for a spectre of her DNA. The Dome and Rakes in the Scorpius Quadrant forged a betrothal with the Orion Quadrant’s defence, the Alliance. Nowhere is safe anymore. Within Frankie’s DNA, is the infinite knowledge of the Greys. It hides within it how to revive their technology and share their knowledge. Frankie had to remain safe. Like her life, if compromised, could easily mean the end of the Milky Way. Life as she knew, completely shredded. Caldwell promised to keep Earth’s history safe by using Frankie’s knowledge of her home, untainted by the Dome’s time traveling. Caldwell would use Frankie to re-establish her timeline and all others until the Dome’s complete alienation. Not everyone believed Caldwell deserved trust. The mission: save time and space from the 26th century at all costs.

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A.D. Wayne started writing before she knew how. Always surrounded by books and encyclopedias, she was curious about what treasures lay hidden within each page. Wayne wrote her first novel when she was only twelve years old and continued to come up with new spooky stories almost every day. Her passion for vampires and history, had her fulfill her dream of becoming an author, who would make “monster nerds” like herself happy. A.D. Wayne is obsessed with research, dark sciences, writing, and always learning. She has diplomas in editing, blogging, social media, self-publishing, creative writing, novel writing, ufology, and astronomy. She is a Paranormal Expert by Quora standards. She has a passion for learning, and her novels reflect her ever-growing desire to know more about ancient history and parapsychology. She writes twisted horror stories but doesn’t forget to add the passion.

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Friday, August 23, 2019

When the Fantastical Becomes Reality...THE STRANGER'S GUIDE TO TALLISTON by John Tarrow

Hi there!
Welcome back to Satisfaction for Insatiable Readers.

Today, we're shining the spotlight on a title that released last month via Unbound, but may or may not have made it to your must read list as of yet.  Why?  Well, it depends on the circles you run in, the types of adventures you like to fall into, and what side of the pond you reside on because the story itself is centered around a rather famous home and garden in Britain, and well yeah...unless you follow the area/topic, or live there, it may have slipped right on by.  My suggestion?  DON'T LET IT.  Why?  Oh full of questions...all in good time, my friend, all in good time.  Ready or not, here comes today's title in the spotlight...

John Tarrow

About the book...

RULE #1: Nowhere Is Safe.
RULE #2: Always Have A Way Out.
RULE #3: Be Invisible.
RULE #4: Don’t Make Friends.
RULE #5: Do Not Talk To Dead People.

Abandoned and alone, thirteen-year-old Joe’s world is shattered when he enters a deserted council house and becomes trapped within a labyrinth protecting the last magical places on earth. There, Joe discovers The Stranger’s Guide, a cryptic book charting this immense no-man’s land and his only map through its dark and dangerous puzzle of doors and rooms. 

Hunted by sinister forces, Joe is forced ever deeper into both the maze and the mystery of his missing parents. What lies at the labyrinth’s centre and will it reunite him with the family he so desperately needs?



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The novel is inspired by and set inside a unique and amazing house and gardens. Talliston was a 25-year project that took the UK’s most ordinary house and transformed it, room by room, by ordinary people on an ordinary budget, into Britain’s Most Extraordinary Home. 

Starting as a three-bedroomed, semi-detached, ex-council house in Essex, today not a single square centimetre of the original house remains. In its place is an extraordinary labyrinth of locations, each set in different times and places.

...really, if it sounds good from that, you should click over to the site and look at all the pics of the rooms!!!


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So, as I alluded to before, this was one AMAZING read!
You may pick it up on a whim thinking yeah, I could get into this for a spell only to find yourself some time later devouring pages as you spiral deeper and deeper into the proverbial void.  Curious, exciting, dangerous, mysterious, and beautiful, are just some of the words that come to mind when trying to describe the adventure that awaits you within.

We begin as all stories do...with foreshadowing of bigger things to come while we try to outrun the current situation we're in.  Here, we've a young lad nervously awaiting his parents return after an ambush in the woods and explicit instructions were issued for him to GO, STAY, and WAIT.  Well, can you guess how THAT turned out?  Yeah...probably...but in truth, it wasn't completely his fault.  Things got out of hand, and when he ran, he HAD to run; he just didn't know the open arms he was running into belonged to a mysterious house that seemed ordinary enough, and yet was beyond ordinary to the umpteenth degree!  What happens after he crosses over the gate, the people he meets, the places he goes...are beyond explanation, but not comprehension.  It's a place where the past, present, and future are somewhat fluid, and yet there is a method to the seemingly unending madness that circles within.  There are puzzles to solve, souls to save, friends to make, and hearts to break, but above all, there's the truth of YOU to discover (or rather the truth of those within the tale...maybe...but then again)...and once the maze's path is seen for the treasures it holds, there's no turning back.

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By book's end, I felt like I had traversed seven worlds and the great beyond...and I regretted nothing!  Well, maybe I would have liked to see a little more detail in some areas when different lands/times were being explored, but would have definitely needed to be made into two or more books to dive in that deeply.  Then again, I wouldn't have complained about having more time in this world!  Joe was an amazing lead, even when he wasn't so much leading as being guided, and traversing the many lands of the labyrinth with him while uncovering the truth of the lessons he was discovering made this journey one to remember.

So go ahead....find yourself a comfy, cozy little corner, or perhaps an attic space ala The Neverending Story, and settle in for an adventure you won't soon forget! 


About the author...

John Tarrow is a storyteller, poet, shaman, award-winning author and creator of Britain’s most extraordinary home; Talliston House & Gardens.



Special thanks to author John Tarrow for the ebook for review.  (THANKS!)  For more information on this title, the author, the publisher, or the Talliston House and Gardens, feel free to click through the links provided above.  This title is available now via Unbound, so click on over to your favorite online retailer to snag your copy today!

Until next time, remember...if it looks good, READ IT!

Thursday, August 22, 2019


Hi there!
Welcome back to Satisfaction for Insatiable Readers.

Today, we're joining Rachel's Random Resources for a stop along their current tour featuring a curious story that is getting rave reviews throughout the blogosphere.  It features the story of one young man's life, the good and the bad, put under the proverbial microscope for what seems to be a rather eye-opening journey through the pages.  Curious?  Well then, let's get to it!  Today's title in the spotlight is...

Neil Randall

About the book...
 Nine stories
 One artist
 The whole world against him

  The Nine Lives of Jacob Fallada is the story of an outsider, a lonely, misunderstood young artist who chronicles all the unpleasant things that happen to him in life. Abandoned by his parents, brought up be a tyrannical aunt, bullied at school, ostracized by the local community, nearly everyone Jacob comes into contact with takes an instant, (often) violent dislike towards him. Like Job from the bible, he is beaten and abused, manipulated and taken advantage of. Life, people, fate, circumstance force him deeper into his shell, deeper into the cocoon of his fledgling artistic work, where he records every significant event in sketches, paintings and short-form verse, documenting his own unique, eminently miserable human experience. At heart, he longs for companionship, intimacy, love, but is dealt so many blows he is too scared to reach out to anybody. On the fringes of society, he devotes himself solely to his art.


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This scene pasted below is taken from the third chapter of the novel. The idea for this chapter was inspired by a true-life story a good friend of mine told me many years ago. One evening, he was due to meet his girlfriend at a pub in town; she’d been out all day celebrating a friend’s birthday. When he arrived, he found her in a hell of a state – drunk, slurring, could barely stand up. Such a state, in fact, he had a real struggle getting her out of the pub on his own. As he propped her up on a nearby bench and looked up and down the road for a taxi, a spiky, confrontational couple appeared out of nowhere. Instead of offering him assistance, they started to make pointed insinuations about the nature of the situation. They didn’t like what they saw – a defenceless young woman sprawled out on a bench, barely conscious, ‘off her face on God knows what’. Things quickly got out of hand. They accused of being a sexual predator. They accused him of spiking his own girlfriend’s drink! The whole scene escalated until they actually called the police.
There was something about the story I liked – the level of misunderstanding, the well-meaning couple getting the wrong end of the stick, my friend’s undoubted innocence in all of this; his exasperation. And I always had it in my mind to use it in a story one day.
To put the extract below into context, Jacob had just been barred from a coffee shop he used to regularly frequent, because the proprietor was tired of him sitting at a prime window seat table for hours drawing in his sketch book. This was as real blow for Jacob. Because he didn’t have anywhere else quiet to work on his pictures.

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…Once outside, Jacob felt a gloomy depression set in. Reluctant to return to a home that wasn’t really his own, he decided to roam the now-dark small-town streets, to collect his thoughts, to focus his mind on finding a new location to conduct his artistic work in the future, somewhere remote, removed, where he wouldn’t risk coming into contact with nasty little people and their almost pathological dislike for him.

Lost in impotent thought, he was about to cross the road near the churchyard when he heard a pitiful moan.

Curious, he turned around and peered into the shadows.

Sprawled across a wooden bench, head lolling to the side, limbs splayed, as if suffering from injury or illness that required immediate medical attention, was what looked like a young woman.

Jacob walked over to investigate.

He was right.

In her early twenties, with dark tangled hair, much of it covering her face, the prostrate female wore a short, figure-hugging dress and high-heeled shoes. Due to the awkward angle in which she lay slumped, the dress had ridden up, revealing the tops of her shapely thighs and a hint of lacy black underwear.

Averting his eyes, Jacob crouched in front of her, spying an empty bottle of vodka mired in a pool of thick vomit. In the past, he had heard about this kind of drunkenness, read newspaper articles about disenfranchised young people who regularly sought oblivion through excessive alcohol intake. He knew, therefore, the dangers associated with binge-drinking, choking on vomit being the most perilous.

Are you all right?” he asked, covering his nose as the harsh stench of sick hit his nostrils.

She didn't respond—not in coherent words, anyway. She shifted slightly, mumbled, and raised a shaky hand, as if trying to bring Jacob's attention to something directly behind him. But when he turned his head, all he saw was the empty pavement and adjoining roadway bathed in street-light orange.

My name’s Jacob Fallada,” he almost shouted, as if talking to someone with impaired hearing. “I really think you should get home now. Would you like me to hail you a taxi?”

This time she didn’t respond at all.

He darted another look over his shoulder, hoping that somebody much better equipped to deal with the situation might be passing. But all he saw were the same empty pavements and bright orange street lights.

Resolved to help, to not leave a poor defenceless young woman to a dubious fate, he shook her shoulder, swept the thick matted hair from her eyes and lightly slapped her face. But again, she barely responded.

Right, I’m going to try and help you to stand up now,” he said, grabbing her under the arms and lifting her up from the bench.

Incredibly, her rubbery limbs responded. With one of her arms draped over his shoulders, one of his clasped around her waist, supporting the majority of her weight, he managed to walk her over to the side of the road.

But before he could even look up the street for an oncoming taxi, a sharp, challenging female voice rang out from the shadows of the night:

What do you think you’re doing?”

Both startled and overjoyed at this development, Jacob slowly shuffled himself and his drunken ward around to where that voice had emanated from.

Thank God.” He singularly failed to mask his relief as a man and woman made their way over to them. “I was just passing through town when I found this young woman sprawled across a bench. I think she’s had far too much to drink. I

You didn’t answer my question.”

For a second time that evening, Jacob blinked in confusion, puzzled not just by her words but confrontational tone.


No, you didn’t,” said her companion, a hulking, dangerous-looking individual with a shaven head and monstrous biceps bulging through a tight leather bomber jacket. “What are you doing here, in town, now, with her?”

Erm, I’m just a local artist out for a stroll.”

You what?” he said, stepping forward, puffing out his considerable chest. “You’re an artist, are you?”

That’s right,” said Jacob, adjusting his somewhat precarious hold on the woman, being careful not to lose his grip and send her crashing to the pavement. “A few minutes ago, I found the young lady here, on a bench, semi-conscious, moaning and groaning. And I wanted to make sure she got home unharmed.”

Even though Jacob felt as if he had just described the situation clearly and unequivocally, the couple looked far from convinced.

I don’t know, Steve,” the woman turned and said to her companion. “I don't like the look of this. She’s completely off her face, out of it, don’t know which day of the week it is…And look, her dress has been pulled right up, you can see her knickers.” She knelt before the young woman and tugged her dress down to cover her underwear. “I bet this bastard got her into this state. I bet he was planning on—”

What?” cried Jacob. “Don’t be so ridiculous!”

Is that what you did, pal?” said Steve. “Took advantage of that young girl in some bar, did you? Slipped something into her drink, a Mickey Finn, while she nipped to the toilets, then dragged her out here?”

No! Of course not. I—”

Shut it!” shouted the woman, glaring at Jacob over her shoulder. “Not another word out of you. If he opens his mouth again, Steve, wallop the bastard.”

With pleasure, Gladys, with bloody pleasure.” And Steve stepped in between Jacob and the pavement, blocking any potential escape route.

Gladys stood and straightened, put a hand on the drunken girl’s shoulder, and spoke slowly and loudly into her ear.

Are you all right, love? Had a bit too much to drink, eh? Don’t worry. We’re here now. We won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Nudging Jacob out of the way, Gladys took hold of the drunken girl’s arm, and carefully sat her down on the church wall.

What’d you think we should do?” asked Steve.

Call the police, nothing else for it. If we hadn’t have come along, God knows what would’ve happened.”

Jacob rubbed both hands up and down his face. He knew exactly what these people were accusing him of but had no idea how to convince them otherwise.

Look,” he said. “I was merely trying to help. I just wanted to make sure she was all right. I—”

I bet you did,” said Gladys, jabbing a forefinger in Jacob’s direction. “See it on the news all the time—bloody date rapists. Bet you would’ve loved to have gotten your hands on a semi-comatose girl, wouldn’t you, eh? Don’t have to worry about consent or getting knocked back then, do you? Huh! Your kind disgusts me.”

My kind?”

Yeah, your kind—scruffy, grubby perverts, sex fiends, paedophiles.”

As Gladys listed further undesirable elements she now associated with Jacob, two young women walked over to the side of the road. Both wore stylish trouser suits, as if they had just left the office after a late meeting.

What’s going on?” the taller, darker-haired of the two asked. “What’s happened?”

Gladys stepped forward.

We just caught that piece of shit over there”—again, she thrust an accusing forefinger in Jacob’s direction—“about to sexually assault this poor young lass. Looks like date rape, that he slipped something into her drink and—”

Wait just a minute!” cried Jacob. “You did nothing of the sort.” He turned to the newcomers. “Five minutes ago, I, very innocently, walked past a bench in the churchyard and saw the young lady there”—he hitched a thumb over his shoulder—“in clear distress. I tried to speak to her, but she was far too intoxicated to respond. Concerned for her welfare, I attempted to hail her a—”

Cor!” spat Gladys. “You’ve got your cover story off pat, ain’t yer? When me and Steve got here, he was all over that vulnerable girl, her skirt was up round her neck. He were like a wild bloody animal.”

That’s simply not true,” said Jacob, bewildered by these blatant untruths and baseless accusations.

It does look pretty bad, though,” said the shorter, slighter, softer spoken of the two women. “I mean, what are you doing out here, at night, on a park bench, next to a woman who’s clearly been drugged in some way? Who are you? What do you do for living?”

A living?” said Jacob, struggling to take all of this in, to understand quite how he’d got himself into this awful position. “I’m an artist.”

An artist?” she said, doubtfully. “Everybody says that, don’t they?—especially those from the deviant classes. And you do hear about this type of thing a lot these days: men drugging women in pubs and clubs, bundling them into the back of a taxi, and taking them to some seedy flea-pit, dark alleyway or convenient churchyard to subject them to all kinds of abominations.”

Exactly,” said Gladys, nodding enthusiastically. “I’m just glad we came along in the nick of time.”

Look,” said Jacob, resolving to put up a full defence of himself. “I’ve done nothing wrong. I can assure you.” Again he addressed himself to the two young women. “When they walked over, I wasn’t attacking anyone—far from it. I was—”

Only because we startled you,” said Gladys. “Jesus! He had his prick halfway out of his trousers, didn’t he, Steve?”

Yep. Looked that way to me.”

Jacob was too appalled to speak, to even attempt to refute such a preposterous claim.

So, what are we going to do?” asked the dark-haired woman. “We can’t leave him alone with her. We’ve got to do something.”

Call the police,” said Gladys. “Wait until they get here. Tell them what we saw. Then let them deal with him.”


About the author...


Neil Randall is the author of seven published novels and a collection of short stories. His work has been published in the UK, US, Australia and Canada.



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Until next time, remember...if it looks good, READ IT!

Friday, August 16, 2019

PYR BLOG TOUR: The Curse of the Werepenguin by Allan Woodrow - REVIEW + TEN (+5) MAYBE TRUE FACTS!

Hi there!
Welcome back to Satisfaction for Insatiable Readers.

Today, we're joining Penguin Young Readers for a stop along their current tour featuring a NEW RELEASE to the world of Middle Grade Fiction books that is sure to raise a few eyebrows...or at least make them bushier.  If you've ever harbored thoughts about traveling through wooded forests at night alone, think again.  If you've ever wondered fiercely what that strange barking sound was rising up over the eastern horizon just after midnight strikes, best not to investigate.  If you've ever sought a place you truly belonged, a place and/or people to call your own...NEVER STOP LOOKING...and join me for a curiously strange and unusual story that will have older readers bark-ening back to literary classics, while the kiddos are being newly introduced, even if they don't EXACTLY know it.  Ready, set, here comes today's blog tour guest and book of choice...

Allan Woodrow
Illustrated by
Scott Brown
Viking Books for Young Readers

About the book...
All orphan Bolt Wattle has ever wanted was to find his true family. When a mysterious baron in far-off Brugaria sends for Bolt, he wonders if he's getting closer to finding his long-lost parents. But Baron Chordata appears to be a twelve-year-old boy who wears tuxedos all the time, shouts at everyone, and forbids Bolt from asking questions. Things couldn't get any worse . . . until midnight, when the Baron bites Bolt and turns him into a half boy, half penguin. Then things really couldn't get worse-- nope, wait, they get a lot worse. With the help and hindrance of a plucky girl who just might be the world's greatest bandit, a whale cult led by a man whose weapon is a stale loaf of French bread, and a sinister but friendly fortune-teller who can't stop cackling, Bolt's on a quest to reverse the curse, return to human form, and stop the Baron from taking over the country of Brugaria with his army of mind-controlled penguins in what might be the weirdest--and funniest--middle-grade novel you've ever read.

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Ironically as I'm typing this, I just let out a pair of abnormally large SNEEZES, and while that simply sounds like oversharing to the average reader, for those that have already partaken of the adventure we are exploring, it might actually be displaying an unknown ALLERGY.  (inside the book!)  Anywho...

Have you ever wondered what would happen if Frankenstein and Young Frankenstein met Dracula, decided to introduce themselves to the Wolfman, while perhaps becoming blood brothers with the cast of Princess Bride?  Ah, I see...well, neither did I, but that's a curious yet accurate summation of what you'll be getting between the pages of this Middle Grade Paranormal adventure, along with a great big helping of just how important FAMILY truly is...and fish.  Lots and lots of fish.  No really, FISH in SO MANY WAYS, cooked and non, catapulted and served, seasoned and chocolate covered...*shivers*. 

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Our unsuspecting leading man and potential hero, Humboldt Wattle (better known as Bolt), is quite the character indeed.  Despite his less than exceptional start in life, he keeps hope alive, and his stuffed penguin at his side.  He dreams of one day finding his true family, and even when things seem at their darkest, all hope fleeing like so many schools of fish before a whale, somewhere deep inside his changing body...a seed of that precious hope remains.  He keeps his heart pure, gives him strength to fight, and eventually leads him to...his ultimate purpose.  No, I shan't be ruining the surprise for you, but trust's good.  Our second leading lad, Baron Chordata (*faraway SCREAM....THUD*), is a remarkable fella as well, but in much darker, cringe worthy ways with his darker goals, sinister threats, and easily tapped anger issues.  I mean, he's been alone (sort of) for a bit (*snort*...understatement!), so you can sort of understand how he might have turned from the lighter side of things, but yeah...not to this particular level.  Let's just say that if anyone offers to be BFFs and you're distracted by some personal version of nirvana...take a break from the distraction to LISTEN to what's actually being said/agreed to!  Our third leading guy is actually NOT a guy, but a GIRL...and the best bandit the Brugaria Forests have ever seen...or at least will be when her name is known a bit more.  It's Annika, and her history is just as twisted and sorted/assorted as the fellas mentioned before her...and yet she excels where she wishes to excel, conquers what needs conquering, and never let's anyone tell her what she can't do JUST because she's a girl.  (Woot woot!)  Grant it, she gets into trouble as easily as out of it, but that's all a part of learning, right?  Right!  Now that I've made this paragraph RIDICULOUSLY long, let me just say that while they are the leads per se, there are SO MANY MORE that you'll want to PAY ATTENTION to along the way because you NEVER KNOW where connections are going to come from.  

So, to conclude before I write my own story at this point, while you thought you were simply getting an exciting new paranormal adventure fit for middle grade readers and beyond, NOW you know better!  You're getting that plus a whole other barrel of fish that'll have you REALLY thinking the next time you consider the penguins at your local zoo habitat and just what they have been up to lately...

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About the author...

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Not actually the author, in case you were wondering...

Allan Woodrow
is the author of many books including The Pet War, Class Dismissed, Unschooled, Field Tripped, and now, inspired by Dracula, old werewolf movies, Young Frankenstein, and an odd affection for fish sticks, The Curse of the Werepenguin. When Allan isn't writing, or noshing on breading-coated seafood, he's often presenting to schools, libraries, and conferences. You can learn more about Allan at

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Oh and since I never know when enough is enough, time to give you a little more!  The author was kind enough to share TEN (plus five) MAYBE TRUE FACTS all about our tuxedo-ed little friends...


In anticipation of The Curse of the Werepenguin, here are the top 15 maybe true penguin facts…

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  1. In prehistoric times, penguins dressed less formally. 
  2. The #5,486th most common cause of injury in the South Pole is accidentally impaling yourself on a penguin beak.
  3. In some European countries, it is illegal to open a zoo with less than four penguins.
  4. Pingosus, the ancient God of Penguins, is one of the lesser known gods in Greek mythology, yet no less beloved. 
  5. Penguins are very sensitive under their flippers and also about their inability to fly. 
  6. Some penguins live in the South Pole. Others live in South Poland because they are poor spellers.
  7. Breaking a mirror is considered unlucky, but breaking a mirror on a penguin is illegal. 
  8. Penguins mate for life. They also check mate for life, which is why most penguins can only play chess once.
  9. Penguins can’t bowl because their webbed feet won’t fit in the bowling shoes.
  10. Gentoo penguins can swim four times faster than Michael Phelps. Yet only one penguin has ever won an Olympic medal, in luge.
  11. Although scientists don't understand why, penguins are mortally afraid of rice cookers. 
  12. A group of penguins on land is a waddle. A group of penguins in the water is a raft. A group of penguins on my foot is painful. 
  13. Penguins have excellent hearing despite no visible ears. They are also excellent pole vaulters despite no visible pole vaults. 
  14. A penguin cannot get cold, but a penguin can get cold cuts at the deli.
  15. In Brugaria, “The Day of the Penguin” festival is best known for its ceremonial catapulting of dead fish.

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Special thanks to Friya at Penguin Young Readers for the ARC for review as well as the chance to bring this tour to you. (THANKS!) For more information on this title, the author, or the publisher, feel free to click through the links provided above. This title hit bookstore and virtual shelves August 13th, 2019, click on over to order your copy today! Be sure to check out the rest of the stops as this tour makes its way through the blogosphere for more bookish insights and fun...

August 6 – JeanBookNerd
August 9 – Fictitious Fox

August 12 – Ashley and Company
August 13 – Hopkins Homeschool
August 14 – Alohamora: Open a Book

Until next time, remember...if it looks good, READ IT!

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