Punch Bowl Spray-Out

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Tiffany Pratt holding punch bowl and basket

My mother made a “take your pants off” sangria for my sister’s wedding shower many years ago and filled up a plastic punch bowl with her concoction. Not being much of a drinking woman, I was more focused on the fact that my mother could have presented this master blend in a far more inviting way.

Nine books that sold more than 100 million copies and how they compare to my book

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According to Wikipedia, there are nine books that have sold more than 100 million copies. Actually, the Bible, the Qu’ran, and Chairman Mao’s Little Red Book are all over a billion copies, but I can’t think of any way that including those three books is going to work out well for me, so we’re sticking with these.

Don Quixote, Miguel de Cervantes

A Conversation Between Mary-Louise Parker and Danielle Trussoni

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Mary-Louise Parker is a Tony, Emmy, Obie, and Golden Globe Award-winning actress. Her first book, Dear Mr. You, was published last year.

Mary-Louise Parker (MLP): I was struck by the way your memoir begins with an idealistic view of love. You describe your relationship with your soon-to-be husband as a kind of fairy-tale romance. But that vision of love—not to give too much away—doesn’t bear out. Did writing the book (and reliving it in a sense) affect the way you look at your expectations of love?

Meet a Publisher: Louise Dennys

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The relationship between an author and his or her editor and/or publisher is a special one. When picking up a book off the shelf we often don’t think about the countless hours the two spend together, making revisions and debating about the novel’s inner world. One such relationship is especially fascinating around here, that of Salman Rushdie and his longtime Canadian editor and publisher Louise Dennys.

May Love Seize You

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may love seize you 

may the mountain pass always be open

may you continue to carry cases of champagne in the night streets 

may you always know the company of animals, and sing to the cows and the crows 

may you always read in bed with the ones you love most 

may the flash of lightining illuminate a wild joy in your face even in the shipwreck 

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