Today's guest: Tammara Webber Why we love her: She nails this "new adult" genre perfectly but will still appeal to a wide audience of readers.
Her latest: Easy
The scoop on it: A girl who believes trust can be misplaced, promises are made to be broken, and loyalty is an illusion. A boy who believes truth is relative, lies can mask unbearable pain, and guilt is eternal. Will what they find in each other validate their conclusions, or disprove them all?
Our thoughts: Her characters are sympathetic and the love story in will resonate with women of all ages.
Fun fact: She originally self published Easy as an ebook and it spent several weeks on the New York Times bestseller list. Then Penguin snapped it up and released it in paperback.
Giveaway: FIVE copies! Just leave a comment and be entered to win. We'll select the winners this Sunday after 3pm PST.
CHICK LIT IS NOT DEAD PRESENTS...TAMMARA WEBBER'S 5 BEST EVERS
1. BEST BOOK: In my late twenties, I vowed to read every classic novel I could swallow. Some went down more easily than others, of course; Dostoevsky nearly killed me. But every Jane Austen novel was a treat, and Pride and Prejudice was the best of them all. My husband commented, “That’s probably been used to death, though,” and I agreed that undoubtedly, it had – for good reason. For thousands of readers over two centuries (fun fact: the birth date of P&P was January 28, 1813), this story has embodied the quintessential romance, and Darcy has been the definitive brooding hero – a beta guy with an alpha center, which for all of his superiority or reserve will not stay put in the presence of one particular girl.
2. BEST MOVIE: The most-lauded Norah Ephron/Meg Ryan pairings are When Harry Met Sally and Sleepless in Seattle. These are both wonderful films, but for me, it’s You’ve Got Mail. My fondness for it traces back to the Darcy appeal – the guy who cannot help but be enchanted with the last person he should find fascinating. I don’t care how dated it is (A dial-up modem! With sound! Almost quaint?) or what the flaws are, I love this movie. I tear up and sigh every single time when he says, “…how about some coffee or, you know, drinks or dinner or a movie… for as long as we both shall live?”
3. BEST SONG: I’m not musical – in the sense that I’ve never been able to create music, but the compositions of others often affect me profoundly. It’s difficult to narrow to one song, because different songs fit different moods, but I connect to Alanis Morissette’s That I Would Be Good at such a deep level that I don’t have to be in the mood for it – it will pull me into the mood. When the album came out, almost fifteen years ago, I was having a tough time personally. Lots of internal questions and anxiety about who I was and what I was meant to do. Lots of self-doubt. This song didn’t answer those concerns – but it helped me define the fears that caused them. I started writing again that year.
4. BEST ADVICE: Indirect advice, in the form of a quote: “You’re never too old to be what you might have been.” (George Eliot) Mary Anne Evans didn’t let her age or gender stop her from reinventing herself as a novelist in the middle of the nineteenth century. Using a male nom de plume – George Eliot – she published her first novel the year she turned forty. I took her advice as though it was meant for me, and I’m always happy to pass it on to anyone who needs it.
5. BEST LIFE MOMENT: This has to be my husband’s and my first kiss, because it was the most spontaneously romantic thing that ever happened to me. Paul and I had been friends for a year. We were close friends – the type who hug goodbye when parting. Except this one time, we hugged, heads turned simultaneously, mouths lined up, and for no reason and with no warning – we were kissing. I don’t mean like “peck” and then “Oh, jeez, heh-heh, what was that?” I mean flat-out full-body-contact, “I will have you right here! Oh wait. It’s daylight and we’re in public. Ahem.” We were 16 and 17, and at school. He was my ex-boyfriend’s best friend. The first thing he said after was, “Why’d we do that?” Still clinging to him (because my legs were jelly, and also I was too mortified to look him in the eye), I mumbled, “I don’t know.” Little did we know the metamorphic shift our lives took with that one impulsive lip-lock – though given our ages at the time, that’s just as well. We celebrate the date every year. (Want to read the full story of this romantic first kiss? Head over to Tammara’s blog here.)
Thanks, Tammara! xoxo, Liz & Lisa