Welcome at another stop of the Forty Days Blog Tour!!
Since I am not blindly doing any promo posts (as regular readers of this blog might have noticed), but am doing this anyway, I thought I should give you the why. Well, I'm personally not much for bible stuff and stories, so I decided not to read this and do a promo post instead, because I really liked Defy the Stars when I got it for the tour review. Thus, I thought it was okay to help the author promote another story, although it might not be my kind of thing.
Stephanie Parent is a graduate of the Master of Professional Writing program at USC and attended the Baltimore School for the Arts as a piano major. She moved to Los Angeles because of Francesca Lia Block's WEETZIE BAT books, which might give you some idea of how much books mean to her. She also loves dogs, books about dogs, and sugary coffee drinks both hot and cold.
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Series: Neima's Ark 1
Debut: February 10, 2013
The entire village knows Neima’s grandfather is a madman. For years the old man has prophesied that a great flood is coming, a flood disastrous enough to blot out the entire earth. He’s even built an enormous ark that he claims will allow his family to survive the deluge. But no one believes the ravings of a lunatic…
…until the rain starts. And doesn’t stop. Soon sixteen-year-old Neima finds her entire world transformed, her life and those of the people she loves in peril. Trapped on the ark with her grandfather Noah, the rest of her family, and a noisy, filthy, and hungry assortment of wild animals, will Neima find a way to survive?
With lions, tigers, and bears oh my, elephants and flamingos too, along with rivalries and betrayals, a mysterious stowaway, and perhaps even an unexpected romance, FORTY DAYS is not your grandfather’s Noah’s Ark story.
FORTY DAYS is approximately 45000 words, the length of a shorter novel, and is the first installment in a two-part epic story. It does contain a cliffhanger ending.
Readers looking for a traditional, religiously oriented version of the Noah’s Ark story should be warned that FORTY DAYS may not appeal to them. The novel will, however, appeal to lovers of apocalyptic fiction, historical fiction, and romance, as well as anyone who’s ever dreamed of having a baby elephant as a pet.
“Noah didn’t ask us to bring live fish on board,” Arisi points out, as though she can read my thoughts. Sometimes I suspect she really can.
“How would we even…” I imagine Kenaan trying to capture all manner of fish in a bucket or barrel, claiming he’s found one male and one female of each type, and then scrambling to separate them by kind before the larger ones eat the smaller. Perhaps I’m just too exhausted and overwrought, but somehow the idea seems so ridiculous, I can’t stop myself from laughing out loud.
And once I start laughing, I can’t seem to stop.
My giggles must be contagious, for Arisi soon joins in, letting out great, desperate heaves of laughter that I worry will exhaust her. I assume she’s picturing a scene similar to the one in my own head. Even Aliye, unwilling to be left out, gives a few chuckle-like chirrups.
“You know what I’m really hungry for?” Arisi gasps out between laughs. She regains control of herself, holding her breath for a long, dramatic moment before she lets out… “Dirt.”
“Dirt?” I laugh even harder.
“Yes, dirt,” she says, in the same awestruck voice as egg. “Just think of it: that rich, earthy, meaty scent…”
“…mmm, yes…” I’d give anything to smell solid ground right now.
“…the rough, grainy feel of it between your hands…” Arisi rubs her fingers together almost greedily.
“Oh, yes,” I say.
“…the crunch and the weight of it in your mouth, against your tongue…”
She lost me there.
“And you know what else?” she goes on, the pitch of her voice rising higher and higher. “Salt. Oh, I could eat an entire barrel full of salt. Those beautiful, glorious, shining white crystals…I’m dizzy with wanting it.”
My stomach sinks, the last of my laughter dying away all at once, as I realize Arisi’s not joking. She really does want to eat dirt—and salt. We could have brought salt onto the ark, if we’d only known, only thought ahead, and then perhaps Arisi wouldn’t be so sick and miserable now.
If we’d only known, if we’d only thought ahead… So many things might be different.