Monday, January 13, 2014



Picking up from the New Year’s Eve party, Tattle sighs. 

“What’s up, post party blues?”  Wrye uses a rack to gather up the streamers.

Uses a brush and trashbin to clear away dishes and glasses “Just thinking about how fast the years go by.”

“Ahhh, the I’m-getting-old-and-life-is-slipping-away doldrums?”

“Naw, it’s the I-want-to-read-every-single-book the Champagne Book Groups puts outs pity-party.”

“Well, that is a very ambitious goal, m’literary bud, and I, too, long for the same thing.  So, let’s make it a goal and start with a Love of Literature Leap.”

Blues suddenly vanish as Tattle jumps up.  “Lets go!”

They appear in the first chapter Elizabeth Fountain’s spring 2013 release, YOU, JANE.

“Do you see that?” whispers Tattle.

“The comfy sofa?  I wouldn’t mind taking a nap.”  Wrye spreads out his invisible self on the couch.  “Ahhh!”

“No, silly-snoozer.  Jane Margaret Blake’s old papers.  The old box she just found in her closet.  A box she hid away many, many, many years ago.”

All of them have once upon a time written on them.”

Wrye finds a pillow and stuffs it behind his head, then holds up three fingers.  “That’s a lot of manys.”

“And a lot of years.  She always adored writing stories and each one started with those words.”

“Well, it is a great way to start a fairy tale.”  Wrye grabbed a blanket and tossed it over himself.

“She called them fables, and she wrote them as she were in a trance, sometimes they were long and sometimes short but they all had something in common.”

Wrye snapped his fingers and a steaming cup of hot chocolate appeared in his hand.  “And that is?”

Pacing, Tattle’s brow furrowed.  “They came true.”

One of Wrye’s bushy brows arched.  “What?”

Tattle paused, settled tensely on the arm of the couch.  “Not only that, the story’s reality caused her all sorts of problems in her life.”  Tattle pointed to the opposite end of the couch where Jane curled up with her box and her stories, sorting through a variety of cards and college news clippings and those stories on brittle, fading papers.  “She is getting lost in her past.”

Wrye settles into the cozy cushions, but suddenly comes alert.  “But what harm can that do?  All of us enjoy a little nostalgia.”

“Only, her nostalgia can come back to haunt her.”

Wrye pops up.  “Ut oh!”

“You said it, one very big ut oh!”

“Sooo, let’s stick around and see what happens.”  With a yawn, he cuddles back into the sofa.

“Oh no you don’t, we’re off another leap!”

“Now, to visit a back shelf book, DANGEROUS DESIRE by Romona Hilliger.  Tattle and Wrye quickly find themselves intruding on a spat between the lovely married Amy Anderson and her seven years younger art teacher who has a girlfriend.

"I smell trrrrouble!" announces Tattle as she scans the book's pages. "Her marriage is over except for in name, but her conscience is certainly pushing her away from this naughty attraction to a younger man.

"Jamie, the heart-tugger in question, doesn't think it's so naughty. He seems star-struck, and he is quite hurt by her rejection."

"Amy hurts just as much." Tattle flips through several pages. "She believes what she is doing is wrong, but she also can't resist. Mmmm, such delicious pull-n-tug. Her hesitating, then giving into coffee dates...him pursuing...her refusing...him chasing...her remembering her dissolving marriage and that love often equates to pain...he being so different...her falling..."

Wrye puts up a halting hand. "I get it. I get it. She feels she should have learned her lesson about love, but as we can see...," he points to several paragraphs, "she's having a tough time keeping barriers in place."

"As is Jamie. He lost his family and his first love. He feels affection for another, but nothing resembling passion." Tattle places a finger on her heart and makes a sizzling sound. "Amy, though, done-gone and brought the heat back to his heart. He wants to push her away but can't seem to find the will."

They watch Amy and Jamie struggle, each tossing out hurtful words as their spirits dissolve in despair. Tattle says softly, "Will they ever be able to find a path to each other?"

"Perhaps not," Wrye returns, "but love always has its possibilities. So, read and be part of the character's passionate journey."

Hope you enjoyed.  Have a great New Year and continue to read!

Dona Penza Rutabaga Tattle, Esq. and Associate Wrye Balderdash
of Blather City, Wannachat

Created and written by
Angelica Hart and Zi

Books by Angelica Hart and Zi

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