Honey and Salt by David Perlmutter Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Honey
and Salt
by
David Perlmutter
Genre:
YA Fantasy
Bravery
comes in all forms: fighting bullies and fighting your own
demons.
Honey
and Salt is a superhero novella that will draw you in the just fight
of a few super heroines. The story is packed with action and
humor.
Their
quest against evil superheroes and against their own weaknesses is
refreshing. You can identify with them and embrace their
battles.
Rousing
fantasy action with amazing young girls ready to fight for justice
and for the oppressed.
If
you enjoy a good action with an unusual plot, then this is the book
for you.
It didn’t take long for them to come. Muscle Girl only called one of them, it seemed, and the others found
out about it through their internal grapevine. That was all it took.
Those five ladies must have some kind of second sight or ESP when it
comes to each other. That would explain why they work so well as a
team. Though probably not why they fight with each other so much over
stupid things. In any event, each of them made a triumphant entrance into Winnipeg
from an entirely different geographic direction. I felt like a kid in
a candy store watching them come in. The Brat came from the North, right from outer space. Breaking the
sound barrier as she did, which is what all of them can do when they
fly, and displaying her unstoppable courage on her face completely.
Her blonde-haired toddler’s appearance, and the clothing related to
it- blue sweater open to reveal a white T shirt with a giant “B”
on it, white skirt and boots-was as effective as disguising her true
abilities as Gerda’s civilian identity. And both of them delighted
in defanging anyone who was deluded enough to think of them as a
“mere” or “helpless” girl. Especially in the Brat’s case,
because, unlike Gerda, she was actually an adult alien. Then Power Bunny came up from the South, from business in the United
States. The light blue shirt and skirt she wore contrasted sharply
with the feminine pink tones of her fur. Cheerful optimism, and her
trademark humor, seemed to pour out of her, given the broad grin she
had on her face. But that was a given, considering she was a denizen
of the marvelous realm of Anthropomorph, where all of the creatures
known pejoratively as “cartoon characters”, whom we see in the
movies and television as mere 2D and 3D images, are living,
breathing, full dimensional beings like humans are here. So the
physical limitations of our universe mean nothing to her, and she can
use the unique abilities of her race to their full advantage here.
Although she also has more traditional super powers, thanks to an
encounter with a runaway meteorite doing her day job as a journalist,
to go along with them as backup. Making her even more formidable than
the ones of her kind who don’t have that in their arsenal. Cerberus was next, coming out from the West. She was and is a
magnificent specimen of canine womanhood, despite being in the
permanent physical position of being a big-eared, big-eyed and runty
looking Dalmatian puppy. She was the product of a union between a
normal Earth dog and a member of an alien, superpower laden species
of same, the Perros, based around Sirius, the Dog Star. So, as she
puts it, she got her dad’s powers and her mom’s good looks in one
bargain. Once again, a very deceptive looking package able to pack a
punch at the right moments. As she flew in, with a series of lusty
yips and an earth-shaking howl, it seemed I could see every single
black spot on her white fur coat gleam. Even the ones her monogrammed
white T actually obscured. Finally, from the East, came Candy Girl, the Titan of Teens herself.
A red-haired, black-eyed goddess in appearance, as tall as a WNBA or
women’s college basketball player, with the muscles, the speed and
the moves to match. She managed to look drop dead gorgeous despite
her largely utilitarian uniform of purple monogrammed sweatshirt,
purple sweatpants, red belt and yellow work boots. Her emerald ring,
the source of all of her mighty powers, gleamed like a beacon from
the ring finger of her right hand. It had been given to her by a boy
named Cantus, actually an intergalactic policeman-type of some note,
after she had rescued him from drowning while on duty as a lifeguard.
After he tragically died soon afterwards, he bequeathed the ring and
all the responsibilities related to it to her. And, as he was the
first one she truly loved- and possibly the only one, by her own
estimation- she was not in any sort of position to refuse. It took
her some time to discover the magnitude of her position, though,
especially when many of Cantus’ old enemies started gunning for her
instead. But she’s managed to very good at her job, in spite of,
among other things, her short temper. Having a younger brother with
genius-level intelligence to confide in at difficult times helps as
well. And she has to confide in him more than you think. Her brain is
afflicted with Asperger’s syndrome, that particular subgroup of
Autism that makes those with it frequently zig when others think they
should zag. This comes about frequently in the person of her sudden
and unexpected losses of confidence in herself and her abilities,
which can often come at the worst of possible times. But her triumphs
over her enemies are far sweeter for this reason alone than they
would be otherwise. Alas, Candy- who is more likely than the others, for some reason, to
have the wind taken out of her sails unexpectedly, and for seemingly
and entirely capricious reasons- was humiliated coming down out of
the air as they were not. A sudden and unexpected gust of wind blew
her off course from her intended landing place- along with the others
near MG and me- and directly towards the reflecting pool of water
around most of Millennium Library Park. Where she landed with a yell-
and an undignified splash. Needless to say, she wasn’t pleased. That was made clear by the first words I heard any of them utter in
my presence. In a sandpaper-rough tone completely and unexpectedly at odds with
her angelic physical appearance, Candy swore profusely in the most
unprintable language imaginable.
David Perlmutter is a freelance writer based in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. He is the author of America Toons In: A History of Television Animation (McFarland and Co.), The Singular Adventures Of Jefferson Ball (Amazon Kindle), The Pups (Booklocker.com), Certain Private Conversations and Other Stories (Aurora Publishing), Honey and Salt (Scarlet Leaf Publishing), The Encyclopedia of American Animated Cartoon Series (Rowman and Littlefield, forthcoming) and Orthicon; or, the History of a Bad Idea (Linkville Press, forthcoming).
When
did you first consider yourself a writer?
I
always knew writing was going to play a role in something I did
professionally, but it wasn’t really until I sold my first story in
2009 that I knew it could be a career for me, even just a part-time
one.
Do
you have a favorite movie?
Yes.
“Blazing Saddles”. I thought it was brilliant the first time I
saw it, and I still think that it’s one of the funniest and most
audacious comedies ever made in Hollywood. Mel Brooks is one of the
few people in the world I can truly say that I idolize, and I have
always tried to follow the example he set for me in that movie with
what I write now.
Which
of your novels can you imagine made into a movie?
Any
of them, but they would have to be animated for them to really work;
in live-action they’d look stilted and fake. But I’d have to
write the scripts, if they’d let me, for them to be truly
authentic.
What
literary pilgrimages have you gone on?
I
can’t really say I have gone on any, yet. It’s hard to do that
when your literary idols all live- or lived- very far away from where
you live. But, before I die, I want to pay tribute to the man who
really turned me on to reading fictional prose in junior high- Jack
London- by visiting his home town, Oakland, California, and seeing if
there are still traces of the impoverished 19th
century world he grew up in and escaped there.
As
a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?
The
animal I have written about most in my work so far: a dog.
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