Forest of Fortune isn’t an ordinary novel. More than a narrative, it is a trip to the lives of others, three tortured souls whose paths never really cross but have in common one place, the Thunderclap Casino.
If a friend asked you to photocopy the photo of a man someone told her is a murderer and then distribute it among all your friends and acquaintances with the specific purpose of ruining that man’s reputation, you probably … Read more
First mistake: Being brown. She’s praised for the healthy color of her skin, but as Lina wisely says in chapter 15, when Josie expresses her wish to become an actress: “A Mexican will never play anything other than a maid, … Read more
Following the extraordinary success of Love, or the Witches of Windward Circle book launch party at the Last Bookstore, our friend Mrs. Elektra Fry from Glendale, California, organized a macabre-theme party in my book’s honor. Well, she called it … Read more
Dear Love of Southern Jesus, the Book Launch Extravaganza last night at the Last Bookstore was a complete success! Not even the horrible LA traffic prevented those brave readers and a pup named Bikini to show up. I was afraid … Read more
Why, I’ve been told that chapter 3 of Love, or the Witches of Windward Circle is a bit gross. Never had I been more insulted, not since Monday! Historically accurate, that’s more like it, you ignorant twat!