The fine folks at Penguin (via Viking) sent me an extra copy of this interesting novel (my review is here). So if you would like to win this fine tome, here is what you do:
In the COMMENT section below:
1) Tell me about a time you were lost – literally or figuratively – in 100 words or less.
2) Leave your first name and email address in the following format: your.email (at) domain dot com
3) Link to this post (after you’ve written your comment) either on your Facebook page or via Twitter.
The winner will be announced one week from today — Monday, August 2, 2010.
Thanks to Meghan Fallon at Viking / Penguin
i would often drive into boston to meet my husband. my two young children were always in the car giving me helpful directions on which way to turn. i usually managed to find a parking garage and then we would share a nice lunch with dad. but the parking garages always seemed to spit you out in a direction opposite of where you entered. i always managed to lose my sense of direction at that point, and would just begin navigating through the series of one ways and narrow streets. each time, i would eventually end up in chinatown … which was my saving grace as i knew where the ramps were at that point to get back on the highway to drive home. so … we were often lost, but always found ourselves … with a little help from chinatown.
Congratulations to Rachael! For sharing her story about being lost in Disney World, she wins a copy of THE QUICKENING MAZE.
Congratulations to Rachael! For sharing her story about being lost in Disney World, she wins a copy of THE QUICKENING MAZE.
Shaky from eating only goldfish, guzzling starbucks double shots, and chain smoking I was lost in East Harlem at 1 a.m. After running red lights, ending up in Brooklyn for awhile, alternating crying and laughing hysterically a lovely cab driver saved me by allowing me to use his phone and call my friend to come and get me. This is my tribute to cell phones and why I bought one shortly after.
One night in Wyoming, I lost my friends after a bonfire. It was a clear night, and I thought I wouldn’t be scared heading home. Wrong! I tried to avoid thinking about coyotes, Scary Hatchet Man (a recurring figment of my paranoid imagination), and bears; instead, I awoke my inner girl scout, and looked for a flashlight. Just ahead, I spotted Ernie, the bald-headed lifeguard. Moonlight shone atop his sunburned cranium like an anthropomorphized Atomic Fireball candy. I followed it down the sage brush hills, safely back to the comfort of my Mormon-filled bunk, where I drank a warm soda in celebration. duncanpittman@gmail.com
i would often drive into boston to meet my husband. my two young children were always in the car giving me helpful directions on which way to turn. i usually managed to find a parking garage and then we would share a nice lunch with dad. but the parking garages always seemed to spit you out in a direction opposite of where you entered. i always managed to lose my sense of direction at that point, and would just begin navigating through the series of one ways and narrow streets. each time, i would eventually end up in chinatown … which was my saving grace as i knew where the ramps were at that point to get back on the highway to drive home. so … we were often lost, but always found ourselves … with a little help from chinatown.
I was lost in Walt Disney World once. I was a young child and don't remember much about it. I remember looking up at a man who I thought was my father. He wasn't. I couldn't find any of my family members, so I panicked and started crying. A nice woman saw me and asked what was wrong. I told her I couldn't find my family. She said she would help. Around this time, my family realized they were one child short and came back to look for me. We were reunited and I was very happy. Rachael environut80@yahoo.com