I'm just a few weeks out from Equilibrium and -- um, I'm nervous, to be honest. But I'm getting things in order here for the launch, so please stop by the Equilibrium page.
The first excerpt is very sparky (no, not sparkly -- the whole book is pretty sparky, in fact). In the second one, things get a little hot, and this time I don't mean it literally. It's not much, of course -- wouldn't want to give away all the good stuff, but still. Confession: as I was pasting it into the page, I actually blushed a little. Me, who writes novels full of this kind of thing, and will champion the importance of the sex scene in the romance novel to the ends of the earth.
Funny how it looks so different out of context. Ahem. Get it, Sam.
I did get to see Captain America last weekend after all! My friend and I went out for Lebanese food (mmm...) and then decided to make a day of it. While I was sitting in the theater watching the endless commercials while people filtered in -- not the previews, just the crap that rolls before while everyone's talking -- my father called.
To tell me to go see Captain America because it's the best comic book movie yet.
In terms of fitting into the Marvel Movieverse properly and reflecting the spirit of the comics, I think he's on to something. I probably liked First Class a little better, just because I'm not a huge Cap fan (I always went through Avengers phases, but mostly I like Hawkeye, Quicksilver, and the Scarlet Witch -- Young Avengers? Waaaaaay cooler. Hit us with that movie, Marvel!). But movie-wise, I think Dad was right.
And it wasn't riddled with the continuity and character/plot choice issues that dampened my experience of X-Men. Not to mention -- First Class? No, no, no. Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Angel, Iceman, and Beast. That is the First Class, goddammit.
First. Class. This is what it looks like.
... right, anyhow. Captain America was cool, with the perfect amount of WWII comic book camp.
Get it, Steve.