First things first — the tours are almost over and have been a whopping success! So, so great to meet all of you who came to Oxford, Doylestown, Salt Lake City, Miami, Atlanta, LA, the Somerset Festival, Brisbane, Melbourne, Sydney and Perth! Does reading that list exhaust you? Well, doing it has tuckered me right out. I am currently taking a few days of R&R before heading to Auckland, NZ, for my final BALTHAZAR promotional event this Saturday. (If you’re in Auckland, or can be, I hope you will be there!)

But for now I must talk to you, o kindred spirits, about “The Hunger Games” movie, which I saw in Perth:

I LOVED IT.

Seriously, I adored it. I had high hopes from the get-go, but the film adaptation went beyond my wildest expectations.

Let’s get a few quibbles out of the way first, though:

Stuff I disliked:

1) Diminishing Thresh — No, Thresh isn’t a major character in the book, but we get a very real sense of him as a person with both courage and integrity. IMHO, that didn’t come across in the movie. Yes, he agrees to let Katniss go once for Rue’s sake … but he does so angrily, and the moment passes in an instant. Since Thresh was someone I cared about far more than, say, Clove or Marvel, I wish we’d had the two more minutes of screen time that would have defined him more.

2) President Snow Rigs the Games — Don’t get me wrong: of course he rigs the Games. But I thought that element of it was introduced a little too early. President Snow has it out for Katniss in the movie before it should even be clear that Katniss is a threat. The same scene twenty minutes later in the film would have been far more believable to me.

Stuff I wasn’t sure about:

Haymitch — Woody Harrelson is SO not how I would have gone for Haymitch, and yet I thought he delivered a terrific performance. It’s a totally valid interpretation of the character, and one that has me intrigued to learn more about him in a way I never fully felt in the books. However — is he too together? In every scene he has in the film, Harrelson makes it clear that Haymitch is the guy who outlasted everyone else in his Games, who has taken life many times and could easily do it again. (That moment where he puts his foot against Peeta’s chest? I didn’t doubt for a second that Haymitch could’ve killed him with that foot if he wanted to.) And, yes, on one level that’s who that character is. But Haymitch is supposed to be a total wreck. While I can accept the different interpretation in this film, in CATCHING FIRE, one of the rationales behind Peeta taking Haymitch’s place in the Quarter Quell is that Haymitch wouldn’t stand a chance with his aging, alcoholic body. Harrelson’s Haymitch? If he went in, I’d lay odds on him to win. Like I say, it’s not that it doesn’t work, because it does; it’s more that I wonder how it plays out long-term.

Stuff I loved:

ALL OF IT

Ahem.

1) Jennifer Lawrence – love her, love her, love her. As many of you know, I was kind of rooting for Haylee Stenfield to get the part (and I still think she’d have been good), but that was never an anti-Jennifer Lawrence stand. Have loved her since “Winter’s Bone,” and she just nailed it here in every scene.

2) Josh Hutcherson — for the first ten minutes, I wasn’t at all sure about him. He wasn’t grabbing me; I hardly knew whether to like him or distrust him. And then of course it hit me, That’s EXACTLY how you should feel about Peeta at that point. As the film went on, his performance expanded to fill our greater understanding of the character, and in the end I thought he utterly nailed it.

3) Elizabeth Banks — This is probably the single performance that came closest to my idea of the character in the books. (Which is not the be-all end-all — I am always open to an interpretation that expands our idea of the people we’ve read about — but it is nonetheless satisfying.) She was fabulous, and am I the only one that thought she and Haymitch might have had a very self-destructive thing back in the day?

4) Oh heck all the other performances — Donald Sutherland = magnificent. Lenny Kravitz = magnificent. Stanley Tucci = I will be building an altar to you at my next convenience. So, so good.

5) The overall look and feel — this very much captured the Capitol in its decadence, the Games in their ferocity and District 12 in its desperation. (I finally came around to the nicer dresses in the Reaping scene, as that was explained, though I still think Ktniss’ leather jacket should look a little more worn, a little less tailored.) And as over the top and futuristic as so much of it was, I thought it retained credibility throughout. I was really able to get lost in it.

6) The suspense — there were several moments where I found myself holding my breath in fear and, you know, I know how it ends. Good job, Gary Ross.

So, did you guys enjoy it as much as I did?

BTW, it will be a while before I reply — this tropical town is short on internet — but I definitely want to hear what you think!

Man, you guys love thinking about Balthazar.

You imagined him in London stalking Jack the Ripper, on safari in Africa, guarding the Romanovs, dancing with flappers in 1920s jazz halls, wisely fleeing the French Revolution, and even hanging out on Bourbon Street, which as a New Orleanian I appreciate. And several of you pointed out — correctly — that he’s been at Evernight Academy more than once before, working on building up that self-control, so he doesn’t go all Charity on everybody.

But without further ado: Congrats to winners Carolina D.V., Rachel C. and Leighjean G.! You get autographed BALTHAZARs (the book, not the guy, more’s the pity), which I hope you will enjoy!

Speaking of contests — I still haven’t gotten address from two of the winners of Contest #1. Do you want these vampire rubber duckies to remain homeless? Drop me a line, guys!

Better late than never — my tour dates for my upcoming trip to Australia!

Somerset Celebration of Literature
Somerset College, Somerset Drive, Mudgeeraba in Queensland

March 15: Speaking and signing at sessions @ 10:15 a.m. and 12:45 p.m.

March 16: Speaking and signing at sessions @ 11:15 a.m. and 1:45 p.m.

Brisbane

March 17:

Signing at Black Cat Books @ 11:30 a.m.
Signing at Dymocks Brisbane @ 1 p.m.

Melbourne

March 18:

Signing and speaking at Dymocks Collins Street @ 4 p.m.

Sydney

March 20:

Morning event at Hurstville School for Girls

Dymocks online author chat @ 2 p.m. (check with Dymocks online for details of how to join in)

Speaking and signing at Dymocks Broadway @ 5 p.m.

Perth

March 21:

Speaking and signing at Dymocks Carousel @ 4 p.m.

March 22:

Speaking and signing at Dymocks Garden City @ 6 p.m.

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I will also be doing some drop-ins during the day at other bookstores in Brisbane, Melbourne, Sydney and Perth, which means that you may be able to get a book signed even if we don’t get a chance to chat. Hope to meet so many of you there!

Congratulations go out to our_birdsong, carolinarojas, and Lora W. who each won signed copies of AFTERLIFE and adorable little vampire rubber duckies. Way to go, guys!

Now it’s time for BALTHAZAR Contest #2 –

If you’ve read the EVERNIGHT series*, you know Balthazar has been around a long time and has led a very dark and mysterious life. A lot of answers about his past come out in BALTHAZAR, which means this is your last chance to speculate!

BALTHAZAR Contest #3

The Rules

1) Write up (in a sentence or a paragraph, you pick) your idea about where Balthazar was and what he was doing at some point in history between the early 1600s and today. Serving on a privateer ship in the Gulf of Mexico? Wearing a powdered wig? New York’s #1 subway graffiti tagger circa 1975? You tell me!

2) Send your idea via email to me at evernightclaudia at gmail dot com, along with an address where I can send your prize if you win.

3) Do all this before Wednesday, February 29 when I’ll pick five winners at random.

Winners will received signed and personalized copies of BALTHAZAR, and they’ll probably get to you a day or two before release!

Good luck, everybody!

* And if you haven’t? For a limited time, the EVERNIGHT e-book is free for download onto any e-reader! Plenty of time to get caught up before BALTHAZAR comes out March 6 —

… tonight’s not such a great night for Mardi Gras, is it? Endymion is rolling, but through the rain, which means lots of people (most certainly including me) are going to have to find something else to do with their time tonight. Of course, New Orleans provides plenty of entertainment anytime, but what about the throws? How can you make up for all the shiny beads and useless colorful objects that would have been flung into your waiting hands tonight?

Well, you can come to the Iris parade Uptown tomorrow; we roll at 10 a.m. (Route is available online through the magic of Google.) And I’m riding! If you get on the sidewalk side, look for float 12. Hold up your sign or yell CLAUDIA! to rider #4 on the lower level, and I absolutely promise, I will throw you good stuff if I possibly can!

And by then, the rain will finally have stopped. So it’s a win-win –

It’s two weeks and six days until the release of BALTHAZAR — I know! Where did the time go? — and that means it’s contest time.

Those of you who follow me on Twitter, Instagram or Tumblr will have seen …

Wait. Let me back up. Do you follow me on any of those services? You should! As a further FYI, I follow back on Instagram and Tumblr. (At least, I give you a shot. If you spam the ever-living heck out of it, you might get dropped. But I’ve only wound up doing that once so far, so chances are you’re solid!)

Anyway, such wise followers have been privileged to see the picture of the freakin’ adorable vampire rubber ducks I found in a French Quarter store this weekend. That is correct. Fanged, cute, vampire rubber ducks. I knew I could not leave them all there. What if they swarmed and attacked the store-keeper? Something had to be done.

So! This week’s prize: THREE lucky winners will each get their very own vampire rubber duckie and an autographed paperback copy of AFTERLIFE. (Which you ought to review, seeing as how BALTHAZAR picks up not too long after …) What do you have to do to enter?

Rules:

1) Follow me on Tumblr or Twitter. (Some of you already have this part down. Yay!)
2) Post a review of/quote from/image of one of the books with some notice of the BALTHAZAR U.S. release on March 6. It’s also legit to reblog another such post on Tumblr. If you’re following me on Tumblr, I’ll see it; if you’re on Twitter, add the @claudiagray so I’ll be sure to see that, too.
3) Do these things before Wednesday, Feb. 22, when I’ll pick three winners at random!
4) Respond when I contact you afterward so I can get your address to find out where to ship your mega-cute vampire rubber ducky AND your autographed copy of AFTERLIFE. (And yes, I’ll ship anywhere.)

And just so you have the link: My Tumblr!
My Twitter!

(I have not one clue how to link to my Instagram. Both the Twitter and Tumblr link to it, though. Sorry for my technoignorance.)

Good luck to everyone!

The Movie: “Running On Empty”

1988, starring Judd Hirsch (from a sitcom called “Taxi”), Christine Lahti (who won a Golden Globe one time but was IN THE BATHROOM when the award was given and the whole live telecast had to STOP while they waited on her to wash her hands and come out, and as such is the survivor of embarrassment on a truly epic scale), Martha Plimpton (AWESOME in EVERYTHING) and River Phoenix (Indiana Jones, junior edition).

The Plot: Danny’s family doesn’t have much money, but in every other way, you’d think he had it all. His parents are loving, interesting people who talk to him like he’s a rational person and five him a lot of trust. His younger brother is almost as funny as he is annoying, which is pretty good as far as younger brothers go. He’s an incredibly gifted piano student, as the music teacher at his new school has almost instantly discovered; in fact, he might get to try out for Juilliard. And that music teacher has a daughter, Lorna, who’s smart, funny and definitely as into him as he is into her.

The problem is that nobody at his new school — including Lorna — knows Danny’s real name, or anything about the life he actually leads. His family has been on the run from the FBI since the early 1970s when Danny was just a toddler. Mom and Dad opposed the Vietnam War, joined a radical group perhaps similar to the Weather Underground, and bombed a napalm laboratory. What they didn’t realize when they set the bomb was that somebody was still inside.

Now they move from city to city, never telling the truth to anyone but each other. But Danny’s in his senior year of high school now. Does he ever get to go to college? To use his incredible musical talent? Can he ever tell the truth about himself to Lorna? If he can’t, then how can he ever honestly let her love him? And now the FBI seems to have caught up with them again —

The Love: Oh, my heart. Danny and Lorna just kill me, every time. Lorna is played by Martha Plimpton (yes! The grandma from “Raising Hope”!), and Danny is played by the late River Phoenix, who sadly was the Heath Ledger of his era, an incredibly talented, devastatingly handsome actor whose life ended too soon because of drugs. At the time, Plimpton and Phoenix were involved in real life; I hate saying the chemistry shows, because actors are actors and they are in the business of faking attraction so expertly we believe it, but … the chemistry shows. Lorna is snarky and funny, and she never lets Danny get away with anything. This is maybe why he feels so compelled to be honest with her, though telling the truth is the one thing his parents have conditioned him, all his life, never to do.

And they have such an offbeat, quirky, real attraction. It’s not all mood lighting and pop songs on the soundtrack; it’s Danny trying on stupid hats in her room, or both of them trying not to crack up when they’re cooking partners in home ec, or a long day on the beach that is simultaneously incredibly romantic and deeply heartbreaking — because every time he wants to tell her the truth about something, he instead runs ahead of her along the shore. And he runs ahead a lot.

There’s a moment between them that I’ve cited as a fabulous example of storytelling through a simple gesture. At one point, Danny sneaks into Lorna’s room late at night – they’ve been fighting — and when she is startled awake, he tells her to come downstairs with him. She does. Then he insists they go outside. For a moment, Lorna’s weirded out and we are too, a little. What kind of guy does this? What is he playing at?

Then Lorna says she can’t go outside, because it’s cold and she has bare feet. Danny instantly kneels down and unlaces his own shoes to give to her.

BAM. You know, in that moment, no matter how weird Danny is acting, he would never, ever hurt Lorna. He’ll brave the cold himself rather than see her uncomfortable. Her trust in him returns, along with our trust in him. It’s a phenomenal piece of characterization, and a great relationship scene.

The Best Parts: As great as the romance is, I’d be lying if I didn’t say the centerpiece of the movie is really about Danny’s relationship with his parents. They’re so great to him in so many ways — but it’s in large part because they’re aware that they have royally screwed him over. Also, you realize how much the mom and dad don’t agree on what should happen to Danny next; it’s a difference so profound that you wonder whether they’d even still be married if they didn’t have to sustain this family on the run.

The Worst Parts> There’s honestly not a bad scene in this movie. There is one bad line, though, amid one of the actual greatest scenes — when Danny’s mother meets up with her own dad, whom she hasn’t laid eyes on in almost 20 years. It would be criminal of me to spoil this scene, but let’s just say that the whole thing goes about making this point subtly and yet powerfully — but then they make the grandfather just spell it all out, like we’re idiots who couldn’t get that for ourselves. We got it, honestly.

So highly recommended. Available on Netflix, too.

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If you foliow me on Twitter (and if not, why not?), then you’ve seen the announcement of a tour date in New Zealand! I’ll be at the Next Page bookstore at 2 pm on March 31, ready to sign and answer questions and whatever else might be in store. Yes, I’ll be touring Australia before that, but I haven’t received solid dates for that yet; I hope to turn that around this week, though!

No, I am not arguing that stalking is okay, or that a guy enforcing his presence in a woman’s life is not Deeply Creepy. What I am saying is that stalking is adorable IF AND ONLY IF your stalker is a cat.*

Those of you who follow me on Instagram** know my stalker, Lola. She is a kitty who belongs to my neighbors, a loving, attentive family who do not neglect her in the slightest. I am but the woman in the next house, who likes to pet Lola when she shows up on the porch but — being allergic to cats — offers no other closeness.

And yet somehow Lola has decided that WE ARE DESTINED.

She sits on my windowsill for hours. And hours and hours. She can stare at me for at least 90 minutes at a go; I have clocked it no farther because I can’t take any longer than that, and then I go hide in another room. Sometimes Lola perches on my car so she’ll be sure to get me on my way out. Other times she sits on the lid of my garbage bin. I never turn on the porch light until right before I go out, because otherwise she’ll be waiting at the crack of the door to dart inside.

(She has, to date, achieved House Invasion on three occasions. Once I had to fish her out from under my bed; another time, party guests took care of this. The third time, I was able to tip over a chair, effectively blocking her from leaving the front room, and after a moment she darted back out.)

Since Christmastime, Lola’s stalking has escalated to the point of murder. Yes, the victims are small creatures — birds and rats — but that is still highly disturbing to find on your front steps. They are offered as gifts of love, which I get, but honestly, a Starbucks gift card = so much nicer.

What have I done to deserve such devotion? Right now it is more cute than creepy. Will it remain so? (Much has to do with the placement/condition of any future dead animals left on my steps.)

* or maybe a chinchilla, I don’t know whether they do this kind of thing, but they are super-cute little devils.

** FYI, Instagram is the only social media where, if you follow me, you are guaranteed a follow back. I make no promises about Twitter/LJ/etc., but I will definitely give you a shot on Instagram. You can blow that shot, though; I’ll unfollow if you spam the heck out of it, but only then.

Lady Jane

1986 — starring Helena Bonham Carter (yes, Bellatrix Lestrange herself), Guildford Dudley (Westley/Dread Pirate Roberts), Patrick Stewart (make it so) and John Wood (greetings Professor Falken).

The Plot: The sort of true story of Lady Jane Grey, whom King Edward VI designated as his heir instead of his older, Roman Catholic sister, Mary. Everyone got into this situation thanks to King Henry VIII’s wandering eye and convenient conscience, which had led him to figure that OF COURSE he had to start a new church that would allow him to marry his mistress way back when. This meant his eldest daughter Mary was Catholic in a now mostly Protestant nation — the only reason King Edward’s gambit made any sense, because basically, Mary was undeniably next in line. However, for nine days, Lady Jane was hailed as Queen Jane.

The movie is of course heavily caught up in these political elements, but it is first and foremost the story of Jane’s marriage to Guildford Dudley. They were an arranged match, one intended to create political advantages for their parents. In this movie, they are a very unlikely pair — she’s scholarly, even intellectual, and so prim and proper even her parents are like, Jane, loosen up. Guildford, meanwhile, is first seen boozing it up in a whorehouse. Neither of them is one bit happy about the marriage, and at first it seems as though they’ll spend the entire time either fighting or ignoring one another. But then Jane learns why Guildford is so angry, and begins to question whether her own academic pursuits have distanced her too far from the real world. She and Guildford find the unlikeliest common ground, which blossoms into love — just as King Edward dies and their lives are transformed again, forever.

The Love: Maybe they go from mutual loathing to absolute rapture a little quickly, and I for one think Guildford was up to more in that whorehouse than he ever admits, but honestly, I bought the romance here, heart and soul. Mostly it’s because the actors are so amazing; they convince me far more than the script does. HBC actually seems delicate and unworldly enough to have no idea of how things work outside of books; Cary Elwes, as Guildford, was hitting his personal hotness apex, which was very hot indeed. There’s a lot of romantic (a) destruction of glassware, (b) conversations held while kneeling naked in front of fireplaces, (c) social justice initiatives and (d) gamboling in meadows. I am a sucker for all such.

The Best Parts: The way Jane’s firm religious convictions are both admired and tested — it would be easy to simply turn her into a faultless martyr. But the movie makes it clear that, despite her intellectual rigor, a lot of Jane’s early arguments have more to do with wordplay and dogma than sincere faith. In the end, she refuses to convert to Catholicism — but also recognizes that a Catholic clergyman has shown her more Christian charity than almost anyone else in the entire story, and decides faith may be broad enough to hold them both. Also, the Love. The aforementioned meadows. The costumes, which I am a sucker for in any period drama ever.

Also this movie contains Patrick Stewart. I am always sort of guilty at book readings, etc., when people ask me who is hotter, Rob Pattinson or Taylor Lautner or some similar matchup, and the fact is — guys, I’m too old for them. I see that they’re very attractive, but because I am nonpervy, men almost two decades my junior just do not do it for me as a general rule. (Although I may call a one-time exception for Nicholas Hoult. Ahem. Moving on.) Patrick Stewart in the 1980s, though? In period costume?

YES THAT IS WHAT DOES IT FOR ME SHUT UP.

The Worst Parts: The ending. Don’t get me wrong — it’s powerfully acted and filmed, and the final scene is still one of the most affecting I’ve ever seen. But remember how in history class, you never studied Queen Jane of England? Well, there’s a reason for that. And you probably did study how Tudor political disagreements usually ended. Not with handshakes.

There is also a pretty high cheese level to some of it, but I think of it like a lasagna — incomplete without the cheese, but all the tastier for it.

Historically Accurate? Yes and no. Jane’s final words in the movie are taken almost verbatim, and the political factions and religious debates are correctly portrayed. Do not for one minute tell me that men did not wear hats like the one Patrick Stewart has on, because if that’s true, I don’t want to know.

But Jane wasn’t a social reformer in real life, and nobody’s really sure whether Jane and Guildford ever fell in love. They may not even have liked each other in real life; certainly their beginning was as rocky as portrayed here, and she did refuse to have him crowned king as some (including his politically powerful father) had hoped. But if you’ve ever toured the Tower of London, you’ve walked through the cell where Guildford was imprisoned; he carved Jane’s name three times in the stone. I’ve never understood why he would do that if there was really nothing there.

But when it comes to this movie, I don’t care about the history that much. It’s a rapturous period romance, if you’re in the mood for the same.

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I need to get a new default icon, don’t I?

When I write a book, I always create a soundtrack. Usually the process goes something like this:

1) I choose some movie scores to tie it all together; IMHO, movie score music is the absolute best for writing to. Usually I patch together some songs from the scores of two or three movies. The EVERNIGHT series, for instance, relied heavily on the scores for “Interview With The Vampire,” Tim Burton’s “Sleepy Hollow” and “Pan’s Labyrinth.” I hit on those because I knew I wanted something that would be lush and dreamy, and yet also deeply eerie; each of those scores fit the bill. Those I kept throughout the entire series. Now that I’m working on the SPELLCASTER series, I’m using the scores from Tim Burton’s “Alice in Wonderland,” “Twin Peaks” and — of all things — “Tron: Legacy.” (All I can tell you is that it works.) There I always wanted some scariness, but a little more humor and action, plus that small-town-gone-very-bad vibe that “Twin Peaks” provides. In the case of BALTHAZAR, I kept some of the scores from the EVERNIGHT series but also tossed in the score to “Inception,” which worked about a thousand times better than I would ever have thought.

2) I also want songs with lyrics, though — including some songs that the characters could conceivably be listening to. So I begin throwing in things I’m listening to currently, and I add and subtract as I work. Now that I’m writing this post, I find that I’m not wholly sure how, exactly, I find the songs I’ve never listened to before — and yet I always do find them, and they always wind up being favorites I adore long after the book is done. BALTHAZAR almost hinges on “The Crow and the Butterfly,” and both Bat for Lashes and Vienna Teng are playing a huge part in the SPELLCASTER series so far.

The one book I haven’t touched on in the above is FATEFUL — by far the hardest to assemble a score for. I mean, the movie score was kind of obvious (thanks, James Horner!), but I had to find the songs that Alec and Tess would have been listening to and enjoying. I.e., I had to find popular songs from 1912 in recordings that I could listen to the several dozen times I would hear them while writing. So what was hip in 1912? George M. Cohan, for one — and I did listen to “Give My Regards To Broadway,” which would have been the hottest thing going around them. “I Wonder Who’s Kissing Her Now,” “I Want A Girl Just Like The Girl Who Married Dear Old Dad” — it is harder to find zippy versions of these, to say the least. But one I found that I adored was “The Glow Worm,” covered by Count Basie, with lyrics obviously celebrating the days when electric power was still shiny and new.

One happy fact: the popular songs of that era included a lot of tunes about the moon. “Shine On Harvest Moon,” “By The Light Of The Silvery Moon” — what works better for a book about werewolves?

I listen to soundtracks most of the time I’m writing. First they set the mood; later, they recapture it for me — get me back into the same emotional/psychological place I was when writing earlier. Everything gets tied together through the music, eventually, and usually if I don’t feel like I have the soundtrack the way it should be … it’s a sign my thinking about the book isn’t the way it should be. It’s one of those mysterious things that shouldn’t work but does.

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