Books That Totally Freakin’ Rock – Forgive My Fins
Forgive me for talking about the awesomeness that is Tera Lynn Childs yet again on my blog, but I just have to.
Now, let it be known that since a certain redheaded fish type sang all about she wanted to be part of MY world, I’ve had a thing for mermaids. They’re mysteriously beautiful, secretly coy, and they live in the SEA for crying out loud.
What could be cooler?
So, when Tera’s editor was giving away Advanced Reader’s Copies of her book, Forgive My Fins, on twitter. I pimped out my kid and her adorableness.
Yeah, her entire life is pretty much that awesome.
When I got this book in the mail I decided to wait until the evening to read it. You know, so I could be totally distraction free. I hopped into the bathtub and cracked it open.
OMG LOOK at that Cover, is that not the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen?
Well, turns out the tub was the perfect place to start this book!
Well, when I got all pruney, I still couldn’t put it down. There were magic kisses, mermaid spells, cute boys, swimming competitions. Oh man, I could go on and on. If you’re looking for the kind of story that starts out awesome, and just gets more and more awesome as it goes on, then you have to read this book. I actually cried at one point, and that’s saying something–because I have to be really IN to a story to shed tears, but it was so worth it.
With all the fast paced fishtastic scenes and steamy love, I had no choice but to finish the whole thing in one sitting. Because I love the book so much, and because Tera Lynn is so cool, I’m giving away mermaid mark tattoos (all the mermaids in the book have mermaid marks on the back of their neck) on the blog today.
I have five of them to give away, and I’ll give them to the people that make the best fish-type puns in the comments below!
Nothing fishy at all about it. (See what I did there, internet?) So, MAKE ME LAUGH I’ll mail YOU a TATTOO of adorableness!
Here’s my shot. I totally want to win this:
Oh. My. Cod. Becky! Look at that halibut. It looks like one of those wrasses’ girlfriends or something.
I like big halibut and I cannot lie, you albacores can’t deny, that when a gill swims in with itty bitty
scales and she’s all up on your tail you get stung!
And I didn’t make this one up, but it was pretty amusing:
“You can tune a guitar, but you can’t tuna fish. Unless of course, you play bass.”
~ Douglas Adams
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@Abby Stevens, okay, this is SO full of win that you win TWO TATTOOS! email your addy to jamie@totallythebomb.com for a tattoo!
What do you call a fish with no eyes?
Fsh.
ahahahhhaahahaha.
I win, right? Actually, no big deal either way. I just know I want to read this book now!!
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Far from the frenzy of the frantic world above, two beneath the blue could even fall in love…
I guess that’s not a pun, so I won’t go fishing for compliments. When we sing together, we bring music to the sea! Oh, that’s the little mermaid.
@Shannon Kay, heh! email your addy to jamie@totallythebomb.com for a tattoo!
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My father was an English & Social Studies teacher who used to help me remember countries and capitals by making up silly jokes about them. I’ll never forget the one he came up with to help me remember the capital of Finland:
Q: What happens to a fish who has no fins?
A: Helsinki.
I soooo…want that book. And a tattoo, natch!
Tawna
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@Tawna Fenske, but of course, milady. email your addy to jamie@totallythebomb.com for a tattoo!
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Wow, this sounds like an amazing book! I love the cover too! Thanks for sharing! 😀
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It was April the Forty-first, being a quadruple leapyear;
I was driving in downtown Atlantis.
My Barracuda was in the shop, so I was in a rented Stingray,
and it was overheating.
So I pulled into a Shell station; they said I’d blown a seal.
I said, “Fix the damn thing and leave my private life out of it, okay, pal?”
While they were doing that, I walked over to a place called the Oyster Bar.
A real dive. But I knew the owner; he used to play for the dolphins.
I said, “HI GILL!” (You have to yell, he’s hard of herring.)
Chorus:
Think I had a wet dream, cruisin’ through the Gulf stream.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Wet dream.
Gill was also down on his luck.
Fact is, he was barely keeping his head below water.
I bellied up to the sandbar; he poured the usual: Rusty Snail, hold
the grunion, shaken, not stirred.
With a peanut butter and jellyfish sandwich on the side, heavy on the mako.
I slipped him a fin, on porpoise.
I was feeling good; I even dropped a sand dollar in the box for Jerry’s Squids,
for the halibut.
Well, the place was crowded. We were packed in like sardines.
They were all there to listen to the big band sounds of Tommy Dorsal.
What sole. Tommy was rockin’ the place with a very popular tuna,
“Salmonchanted Evening”, and the stage was surrounded by screaming groupers,
Probably there to see the bass player.
One of them was this cute little yellowtail, and she was givin’ me the eye.
So I figured this was my chance for a little fun.
You know, piece of Pisces.
But she said things I just couldn’t fathom.
She was too deep, seemed to be under a lot of pressure.
Boy, could she drink. She drank like a…
She drank a lot.
I said, “What’s your sign?”
She said, “Aquarium.”
I said, “Great! Let’s get tanked!”
Chorus
I invited her up to my place for a little midnight bait.
I said, “C’mon baby, it’ll only take a few minnows.”
She threw me that same old line: “Not tonight, I got a haddock.”
And she wasn’t kidding, either, cause in came the biggest,
meanest looking haddock I’d ever seen come down the pike.
He was covered with mussels. He came over to me; he said, “Listen, Shrimp.
Don’t you come trollin’ around here.” What a crab.
This guy was steamed. I could see the anchor in his eyes.
I turned to him and I said, “Abalone! You’re just being shellfish.”
Well, I knew there was going to be trouble, and so did Gill,
cause he was already on the phone to the cods.
The haddock hits me with a sucker punch. I catch him with a left hook.
He eels over. It was a fluke, but there he was, lying on the deck,
flat as a mackerel, kelpless.
I said, “Forget the cods, Gill. This guy’s going to need a sturgeon.
Well, the yellowtail was impressed with the way I landed her boyfriend.
She came over to me; she said, “Hey, big boy, you’re really a game fish.
What’s your name?”
I said, “Marlin.”
Chorus
Well, from then on we had a whale of a time. I took her to dinner;
I took her to dance; I bought her a bouquet of flounders.
And then I went home with her.
And what did I get for my trouble? A case of the clams.
(Chorus x 2)
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