Friday, May 21, 2010

Guest Author Grace Coopersmith w/ a giveaway

Life’s a party.  Roll with it. Lively, pretty young socialite Nancy Carrington-Chambers has always believed that an excellent sense of style and strict attention to detail are what it takes to achieve a perfectly chic life. Now, however, her own haute couture marriage is starting to resemble a clearance rack, as husband Todd manifests more and more symptoms of a dread disease—incurable tackiness.


I’m primarily a humorist, and I often treat myself like one of my characters.  I say things that I think are amusing or entertaining and encourage a certain eccentric idea of who I am.  All right, I confess, I may be a little eccentric.  Or a lot. 

But the truth is that I take writing humorous fiction very seriously, and I’ve worked at both writing and humor most of my life.  I get a delicious feeling of satisfaction when readers tell me they laughed aloud at something I wrote.  There’s a connection there, a shared understanding of the human condition when we laugh together.

The protagonist of my new novel, Nancy Carrington-Chambers, is the girl you love to hate.  She’s pretty, privileged, judgmental, and self-centered.  She separates from her increasingly boorish husband to work on her event planning company, Froth.  She leaves their horrible McMansion in a half-abandoned development and returns to her chic bachelorette apartment in San Francisco’s posh Pacific Heights.

The very first thing Nancy does is to hire an assistant to help her resurrect one of the city’s most venerated, yet dreary fundraisers.  Derek is impeccably dressed, British, gorgeous, and gay.  Things are going well when Nancy’s irresponsible cousin abandons her four-year-old in Nancy’s care.  Somehow, Nancy, Derek, and the child forge a sort of family.

Little by little, we learn that Nancy’s life has not been the “lovely, lovely” image she projects.  It’s more like a beautiful piece of glass that has a slight crack.  The crack, only visible when you hold the glass to the light, is enough to make the glass much more fragile than it appears to be.  It doesn’t take much for Nancy’s world to shatter, and she must decide if she’ll risk everything she’s believed to be important in order to protect those she’s come to love.

When Derek asks Nancy why she puts on parties, she says, “Something magical happens when the ambience is right and people are celebrating.  It’s momentary and elusive, but as glorious as a butterfly.  I want to think that creating that shared joy is important.”

And that’s why I love writing stories that make people laugh and feel happy – I want to think that creating a shared joy is important.

22 comments:

  1. I would love to win this book. Thank you for the opportunity!

    bunnymom1970(at)aol(dot)com

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  2. Sounds like a fun book.
    csdsksds[at]gmail[dot]com

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  3. When I first saw this one I knew I had to read it.

    Please include me.

    teresasreadingcorner at gmail dot com

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  4. Please enter me for this one! It looks great and I love the cover.

    I follow on gfc

    mlawson17 at hotmail dot com

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  5. Hello. My name is Nancy. I am an eccentric. I need this book to validate my existence.

    ntaylor228 at yahoo dot com.

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  6. One of my many eccentricities is my freakishly creepy photographic memory. I might meet you one time 25 years ago, and we will cross paths again tomorrow. I will recall what you wore, what you said, the fact that you were struggling with potty training a certain child, your DSM diagnosis, and your oldest child's name.

    And this is why my husband won't take me out in public. It's just too weird.

    I am not a savant. Really. But I have to buy my underwear at KMart on 578 Oak Street.

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  7. sounds great. I wish I could hire n assistant :)

    adrianecoros(at)gmail.com

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  8. One of my eccentricities/ Hahhahahhahaha
    Okay, here's a simple one - TOAST. It must be done right. Not too well done so it's hard, not underdone and soft. And my toast MUST have butter to every edge, no glopping it in the middle and eating dry edges. Seriously, I've sent more toast back to the kitchen in restaurants... my local diner even let me come back to the kitchen to show them how to properly make toast.

    Hmmm.. I need help.

    adrianecoros(at)gmail.com

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  9. This book sounds great!

    kdurham2@gmail.com

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  10. This looks great! Please enter me!

    bethsbookreviewblog2 AT gmail DOT com

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  11. I never make iced coffee at home, but I'll always order it at Dunkin Donuts! :)

    bethsbookreviewblog2 AT gmail DOT com

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  12. sounds great!

    cmoh@earthlink.net

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  13. This sounds like such a fun book. Would love to read it. :0)

    Thanks!
    librarygrinch at gmail dot com

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  14. Please enter me for a chance to win as well! :D And one of my little strangnesses is that I will only order food that I wouldn't make in my own home... ;)

    Miranda

    mdwartistry at yahoo dot com

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  15. Please enter me in this giveaway.

    archanaskorner(at)gmail(dot)com

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  16. Thank you for the giveaway!
    mstlee2000 @ hotmail.com

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  17. I remember faces so well. I can't remember names EVER, but a face I can recognize right away! Also, I have lots of weird social anxiety that I try to hide!

    TaraTagli at gmail dot com

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  18. Would love to win this one!

    TaraTagli at gmail dot com

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  19. I'd love to win a copy of Nancy's Theory of Style. I'm looking for a humorous book for our annual book club meeting where we include the husbands. Sounds like this might be just the ticket!

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  20. It hardly seems like and eccentricity to me because I'm so used to it, but I like savory foods for breakfast - yep, pizza, leftover Thai food, etc. My European relatives still raise their eyebrows.

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  21. The cover and your post has me curious!

    Thanks
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