I’m over at RTB today talking about how I keep adding books to my TBR pile. It’s not a small pile, yet I want more. Come over and visit.

I’m over at Killer Fiction today talking about competing. Come and join me. It’ll be fun!

PS: You could win a book!

Every morning I go through my blog reader and read all of my subscriptions. This morning HelenKay Dimon wrote about another blogger that does the Page 99 Test to basically determine whether they will like the whole book or not. HelenKay did the test using one of her books, so I thought I’d try it out with my completed ms of Animal Whisperer.

This is page 99:

“Well I can’t say that it’s nice to see you or your dog. I assume you have a bag?”

“What?”

“Um, Jess?” Mike pointed and laughed again. Damn him.

In this case crap was a correct statement. Chewie was doing his business on Marilyn’s front lawn. Heh. I tried not to smile, I really did. But, come on! The woman deserved it just for her holier than though attitude.

Well, that and the outfits she wore. Today she was in lemon drop yellow. Both the Capri pants and the sweater twinset in the same colour. That and her too bright pink lipstick made her fake spray-on tan look even more fake. I bit my lip so I didn’t burst out laughing myself.

“You find it amusing? I find it disgusting. And if I find out you’re one of the ones who hasn’t been picking up their pet’s doodoos, you will be fined.” Her face had flushed a nasty shade, which might have been red, if not for the tan in a can effect. Which gave it more of a blood orange hue.

“My dog’s, er, doodoo, as you called it, is very recognizably his. I’m sure you will have no problem pointing the finger at me if you find some. However, I always come prepared.” I pulled an empty plastic grocery bag out of my pocket. Doodoo. Seriously, what grown woman called dog shit doodoo?