Discover Diamond Gothic

As I’m sure you’re all aware of, I’m a total bookworm.

I think it’s safe to say that one of my favorite things is getting wrapped up in a book…especially curled up on a couch with milky tea.

It doesn’t happen very often but when it does, it’s bliss. Typically I read about developing recipes and food styling, photography and exercise, gardening and composting, and occasionally knitting… not necessarily books that I naturally dive into and can’t put down, but helpful and informative nonetheless.

Over two years have passed since I last read The Hunger Games which happened to be the last time I was completely engrossed in a plot. Super lame.

In my search for something new, I’ve picked up books here and there but have been disappointed with most of them… so I’ve recently given up and stumbled upon something similar, but a little different than my norm…

BEFORE YOU READ this chapter, you may want to catch up on the first three!  CLICK HERE to read all of Diamond Gothic, chapter by chapter. jccoccoliispretty: “Madeleines” By Bethany Joy Lenz Part - 4 It was an effortless landing. His arms were just as sturdy as she thought they’d be.  And soft.  The little gold hairs on his suntanned forearms glistened like the brown-gold hair on his head;  glistened like the crystal flecks in his ocean-blue eyes;  shone like his southern, white teeth.  It seemed, in this fraction-of-a-moment, that every part of him… glowed. And then she remembered.  Her mouth dropped open, but it took a moment for the sound to come out as her eyes adjusted to this familiar/unfamiliar face.  It couldn’t be… “Teddy?” He smiled, “Hello, Annie.”  God, those eyes. This was the boy-now-man, whom she’d known (though not well) for six summers in a row as nothing but a short, chubby, big-toothed and kind-eyed kid whose father owned the general store.  At the risk of betraying her sudden infatuation, Annabell quipped, “Well, didn’t you shoot up like a beanpole!” and thought she sounded awfully mature, and not-at-all condescending. Here he stood, gathering her up in his arms as though she weighed no more than a down coverlet.  Which she probably didn’t. “Mercy!  We have our very own hero!”  Mrs. Mason’s voice rang out as she scurried in from the dining room, having caught the tail end of the excitement. Annabell nearly lurched out of Teddy’s arms– instantly embarrassed, certain she was flush, and feeling terribly insecure.  Nessie stood nearby with her head down, so as not to appear impertinent;  her eyes, however, were most definitely up, as were the corners of her full mouth.  Teddy’s eyes sparkled in a mix of satisfaction and charm. Mrs. Mason extended her hand, “Good afternoon, Mr. Wentworth!” “How’d you do, Mrs. Mason,” his voice bellowed.  “I appreciate your finding some work for me here.” “Well, your parents are dear friends,” she said in a tone that only Annabell knew to be dripping with insincerity;  then turning to her daughter,  “Annabell, what on God’s green earth–?” Junior shouted down from where he was peeking his eleven-year-old head through the now-infamous upstairs railing.  “She was trying to get a good look at him,” pointing a grubby finger to Teddy– as if his words weren’t embarrassing enough. Annabell buried her head into the collar of her sea-green dress, and she could smell the sweat from under her arms that had been brought on by chasing her devil-sibling around.  She chastised herself for behaving like such a… a… child, for she wasn’t one any longer, she told herself.  You’re a woman now, Annabell!  Act like one! She decidedly lifted her eyes to Junior and said calmly, “I’m sure you’re mistaken, Gin.” Junior bit his lower lip, and his green eyes widened and filled with tears.  He hated when she called him that digging reminder of his unlucky red mop, and how he was so different from the rest of the Masons (and Joneses, for that matter).  He dashed off into his room and slammed the door.  Annabell grinned slyly and smoothed out the dress around her legs… the dress… which she suddenly realized Teddy must have seen straight up while she dangled from the banister.  She audibly gasped as her face and ears grew bright red. Mortified, Annabell tried to remember which set of undergarments she had stepped into this morning… The cotton cream chemise and plain white panties. Annabell scrunched her face up in disapproval as her embarrassment grew.  Of all the lovely lingerie she had brought in mischievous hopes of someone seeing them, at last, and the only way they were seen was strewn about the lawn. Dorothy looked at her daughter with eyebrows raised.  “Annie?” Annabell’s mouth went dry as her fumbling tongue found a little white lie.  Her hand shot up to her earlobe, “I– I’ve just realized I lost an earring out in the woods.”  And just like that, she was scurrying out the door as fast as her little feet would carry her. She ran until she was out of earshot, and then let out a good squeal, stomping her feet a few times to help fight back the tears.  She’d get Junior back, she swore it.  Catching her breath, she thought of the Wentworth boy, who was now a man.  All of those summers she had spent ignoring him (and his painfully-obvious crush on her), wouldn’t do her any favors now. And why was he working for them?  Wasn’t the Wentworth family rich?  Annabell seemed to recall her mother saying something… READ THE REST HERE!

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Diamond Gothic is a collaboration between three incredibly talented women, Abigail Spencer Bethany Joy Lenz, and JC Coccoli. It’s a rotating novel that’s written improvisational… meaning that none of the women know what will be written after them. This makes it incredibly fun as a reader, knowing that the content completely stems out of their spontaneous creativity.

Here’s a little excerpt from Hello Giggles written by the women themselves, explaining a bit deeper:

In case you were wondering, Diamond Gothic is set in 1929 Savannah, Georgia.  The story revolves around the ingenue (or is she?) Annabell Mason-Hayworth.  At 18, she has all the privilege a young girl of southern comfort ought to have.  She’s terribly excited to finally be a woman and to show-off her new womanly-ness to any boy who’s keen to notice.  But this year’s annual stay at the Mason’s summer home in Savannah will bring about much more than new romance.  A marriage is crumbling, a faithful friend is hiding a deep secret, an old nemesis returns– as does a handsome troublemaker, there are buried family secrets just dying to be unlocked and murder is in the thick, southern air…”

If you’re in the mood for an interesting, short read… you can catch up on all 6 parts here. New chapters are posted on Sundays. You can also check out their Diamond Gothic Tumblr.

I know it’s different, but step out of your box today…

Drink tea instead of coffee.

Sport that new shade of red lipstick that’s been intimidating you from the bottom of your purse.

Read a rotating, improvisational novel instead of your typical cookbooks.

Whatever you decide to change up, I hope you enjoy it.

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