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“With so many authors out there buying fake or hype reviews, consider clicking on that review, to see if the reviewer is being genuine. Check to see if they are saying the same wonderful things about every book, or, for that matter, every product they review. Review the review to see if it is true.”

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“The Library of Congress is owed two copies of your book. U.S. copyright law (17 U.S.C. § 407) requires every published book to deposit two physical copies of the best edition at the Library of Congress within three months of publication. Most indie authors do not realize the obligation exists. The requirement sits in the statute regardless of whether anyone chases it. How to comply: send two copies of the best edition. If the book is published in both paperback and hardcover, the Library is entitled to two hardcover copies; paperback-only releases satisfy the deposit with two paperbacks. Copyright registration and the mandatory deposit are separate actions, and completing both is the cleanest path. Mail copies to: U.S. Copyright Office, Library of Congress, Washington DC, with the LCCN or PCN application if applicable.”

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Author:Neal Winsomer
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“In many cases, traditional education systems and methods lead to wasting a vast amount of your invaluable resources, including time, energy, and money. If you need to study something, at any moment of your life, you can start learning it purposefully, without spending years of your being memorizing heaps of quite useless information.”

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Book:Indigo Diaries: A Series of Novels
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“Her smile was brittle. "Well, I know Kieran's achieving something if someone like you is willing to be in a relationship with him." "Someone like me?" She gestured to me from head to toe. "Respectable. Elegantly dressed, if a little flamboyant with color. Beautiful manners, well-spoken. Clearly you listened to your parents when they told you how to behave." I choked back a snort at the thought of my biological father being Mr. Manners. The sheer audacity of it. "Kieran probably hasn't told you about all the times we had to get him out of trouble," she continued. I blinked, confused. "No." She ticked off on her fingers as she spoke. "He skipped classes, he stole money out of my wallet, he crashed our cars more than once. Not to mention the drinking, my God. He couldn't hold his liquor at all. We were so ashamed." I held back my eye roll. It was like having a conversation with a steamroller. As she continued to list Kieran's crimes, I realized that she relished this monologue, all the ways he'd done them wrong. Like she never wanted him to grow up because then she'd have to stop being a martyr. "But anyway, that's all in the past. Finally, he's become who we always wanted him to be, and we can hold our heads up." The thought of being a source of pride to these snobby, plastic people made me want to drink ten flutes of prosecco, climb onto their dining room table, and do Amy Winehouse karaoke, Diane's advice about polish and presentation be damned. But all I needed to shock them was the truth. "I haven't seen my father in over twenty years," I began. "As far as I know he's still the lead singer of the second-best hair metal band in Spokane. My mother's salary was for keeping herself in clothes and boyfriends. Sometimes I had to break into my piggy bank so that I could by Cup O' Noodles at 7-Eleven for my brother and me. I've made a good life in spite of my parents, not because of them. It's one of the reasons I fell in love with your son. I knew he was a survivor, too. But thank you for the compliments. Now, if you'll excuse me.”

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Book:The Slowest Burn
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“Alberto was a good for nothing pisellino." Nonna puts her hand to her chest, looking shocked and delighted. "Violetta," she says, "no, is it true?" Nicolo makes a little choking sound. He looks mortified. I'm confused. "Did Violetta just call your grandfather a little pea?" I whisper, struggling to translate the words in my head. Nicolo is flushing a dull red beneath his golden olive tan. "It um... doesn't mean little pea," he murmurs, leaning close to my chair. "In Italian it is an insult for a man's private parts, calling them very small, like little peas." My eyes widen in astonishment. At this point in the evening I'm not sure anything else could surprise me. "It's true." Violetta sniffs and holds up her fingers several inches apart. "And his manhood, like a baby zucchina." Nonna looks immensely satisfied by this information. "Well," she says. "Well, God bless Carlo. He was a good man and there were no baby zucchine in our house, I can tell you. Only grandi zucchine." Nicolo clears his throat. "Your grandchildren are standing right here!" he reminds them.”

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Book:The Secret of Orange Blossom Cake
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