Preview and a Giveaway!

Well, it is time for a first here at Tiffany's Bookshelf. I have decided to talk a little about a current read before I actually review it, because it ties into an exciting new development: My first ever book blog giveaway.

This give away is called

For the Love of All Things Vampire

In order to enter, you must be a follower of this blog, but there are additional

entry opportunities as well, based on following my additional blogs, my

husband's blog, following me on Twitter and Facebook, and passing along

word of the contest.

Prize package includes 3 books: Dead Until Dark by Charlene Harris (book

one of the True Blood/Sookie Stackhouse books), The Awakening by L.J.

Smith (book one of The Vampire Diaries), and Eighth Grade Bites by Heather

Brewer (book one of The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod). Also included is a Forks

High School Spartans bag, a "Beware, I Bite" T shirt, and assorted vampire

goodies.




Click Here to complete entry form, contest ends at 12:01 am EST on June 1st.

I am currently reading a book titled Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter. So far the book is fabulous. It almost has be believing in vampires! You will have to tune in for my full review, but here is a snippit of the book:

Nancy Hanks Lincoln died on October 5th, 1818, age thirty four. Thomas buried her on a hillside behind the cabin. Abe was alone in the world.

His mother had been his soul mate. She had shown him love and encouragement since the day he was born. She had read to him all those nights, always holding the book in her left hand and gently twirling a finger through his dark hair with the right as he fell asleep on her lap. Hers had been the first face to greet him when he entered the world. He hadn’t cried. He had simply looked at her and smiled. She was love, and light. And she was gone. Abe wept for her.

No sooner was she buried than Abe resolved to run away. The thought of staying in Little Pigeon Creek with his eleven-year-old sister and grief-stricken father was more than he could bear. Before his mother was thirty-six hours dead, Abe Lincoln, nine years old, trudged through the Indiana wilderness, carrying all of his meager possessions in a wool blanket. His plan was brilliantly simple. He would walk as far as the Ohio River. There, he would beg his way onto a flatboat and float down to the lower Mississippi, then into New Orleans, where he’d be able to stow away on any number of ships. Perhaps he’d find his way to New York or Boston. Perhaps he’d sail to Europe, to see the immortal cathedrals and castles he’d often imagined.

If there was a flaw in his plan, it was his time of departure. Abe chose to leave home in the afternoon, and by the time he’d put four miles behind him, the short winter day was fading to darkness. Surrounded by untamed wilderness, with nothing more than a wool blanket and a handful of food to his name, Abe stopped, sat against a tree, and sobbed. He was alone in the dark, and he was homesick for a place that no longer existed. He longed for his mother. He longed to feel his sister’s hair against his face as he wept on her shoulder. To his surprise, he even found himself longing for his father’s embrace.

There was a faint cry in the night—a long, animal cry that echoed all around me. I thought at once of the bears that our neighbor Reuben Grigsby had spotted near the creek not two days before, and felt like a rube for leaving home without so much as a knife. There was another cry, and another. They seemed to move all around me, and the more I heard, the more obvious it became that no bear, or panther, or animal was making them. They had a different sound. A human sound. All at once I realized what I was hearing. Without bothering to take my belongings, I jumped up and ran toward home as fast as my feet would carry me.

They were screams.

Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter, by Seth Grahame-Smith

I hope you all keep reading my blog, suggest some good reads to me, enter the giveaway, and look for my full review of Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter!