Thursday, 20 June 2013

Blog Tour and Giveaway: How to be Almost Famous in Ten Days by Kathleen S. Allen (Excerpt)

About The Author
Kathleen has been writing since she was eight years old when she self-published her first book. Okay, she hand-copied her poems onto plain white paper, paper punched three holes in the sides, made an orange and blue “book jacket” and threaded red ribbon through the holes that she tied with a bow. Ta Dah! Her first book! She’s been writing ever since. She writes in different genres but YA is her favorite.


Book Info + Synopsis
How to be Almost Famous in Ten DaysTitle: How to be Almost Famous in Ten Days
Author: Kathleen S. Allen
Released: March 15th 2013
Pages: 135 (Kindle)
Buy: Amazon UK / Amazon US
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Seventeen-year-old Cassie Cee feels invisible because she's a double-digit size. She finds a book in a secondhand bookstore that she hopes will change her life. Her best friend's brother wants to make vlogs about how she is following the ten rules she found in the book, why she is doing it, and how she feels about being invisible for his school project. She agrees, but only if he promises no one but his college advisor will see the vlogs. He promises, but a friend of his posts them online and they go viral. When one of the "famous rules" puts her best friend, Rachel in a dangerous situation, Cassie makes one last vlog and Chuck posts it online. But emails begin arriving from other girls who have felt invisible, and she realizes she has to own up to being "the real Cassie Cee."

I had a meatball halfway to my mouth. “Thanks,” I said.
“So, how does this thing work?” Watson asked.
“Well, I found this book in a secondhand bookstore about how to be famous in ten days and something just clicked with me. I’m not going to school or working so I might as well have a project to do,”
I gestured with my fork.
Big mistake.
The meatball went flying and landed with a plop on Watson’s lap. On his---what looked like new---blue jeans.
I froze feeling my cheeks get hot and blushing a hundred shades of red.
“I am so sorry, here, let me help you clean up this mess.”
Without thinking I took a pristine white cloth napkin---Mrs. Song insisted on using them she got them as an anniversary gift last year---dunked it in my water glass and began to wipe at the sauce on Watson’s lap. Somehow I ended up knocking the meatball off his lap.
I got down off the chair in search of the meatball. I found it and put it back on the pristine (well, not anymore) white tablecloth---same gift---and was now on my knees under the table so I dabbed at the sauce in his lap. I heard voices above the table but I continued to dab.
A hand gently pushed my hand away.
Another hand yanked me out from under the table.
“What’s going on here?” Mr. Song asked.
I stood next to him. The now stained napkin in my hand.
The frown on his face signified that he thought I was up to no good. Flashes of what it must’ve looked like with me under the table and my hand in Watson’s lap made me blush all over my body.
“Well?” Mr. Song asked.
I sighed. There was no way I’d be able to explain this one in any manner he’d believe. Mr. Song thought I was a bad influence on Rachel. I hoped he wasn’t on You Tube.

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