#Bridget McManus

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Dark Academia: An Inspired Reading Recommendations List (Part 3)

Part two is available here!

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern

These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever

The Hound Of The Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle

Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo

To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

A Lesson In Vengeance by Victoria Lee

Killingly by Katharine Beutner

We The Drowned by Carsten Jensen

Vicious by VE Schwab

One Of Us Is Lying by Karen M. McManus

The Betrayals by Bridget Collins

Wilder Girls by Rory Power

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn

The Odyssey by Homer

House Of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland

A Study Drowning by Ava Reid

The Society For Soulless Girls by Laura Steven

An Education In Malice by S.T. Gibson

In These Hallowed Halls by Marie O'Regan

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At the Edinburgh Fringe this year, I found myself within Frisbee-chucking distance of the following persons:

Baddiel & Skinner

Bridget Christie

Charlotte Anne-Tilley

Chris Difford

Ed Byrne

Gail Porter

Kate Nash

Luke Wright

Michelle McManus

Paul Sinha

Stewart Lee

[mirandamckenni1]

Liked on YouTube: Meeting this Syrian toymaker was nothing like I expected it to be || We Were Here || https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RoWbPi1EEDI || I'm so excited for you to meet my new friend Mohammad. Thanks to everyone who helped make this happen, here's more information on the project: In support of World Refugee Day, We Were Here is an original documentary series from YouTube and UNHCR, the UN Refugee Agency, that seeks to challenge stereotypes and perceptions about refugees by focussing on what unites us rather than sets us apart - our shared passions. You can see the other episodes in the series here: The Permaculturist - on the Gaz Oakley YouTube Channel - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCF-ACPYNN0oXD4ihS5mbbmw The Musicians - on the Jax Jones YouTube Channel - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCj95pmTj8-hClQPPc972VOw All episodes of the series are also featured on the YouTube playlist - http://yt.be/wewerehere Learn more at https://ift.tt/v4SsQHd #worldrefugeeday Directed by: Mahmoud Al Massad @massada Contributors: Mohammad Waheed Hussein Asaf, Simone Giertz Production Company: Uncommon Creative Studio @uncommon_london In Association With: Lief @we.are.lief Producers: Shananne Lane, Margo Mars, Rosie Woods @shanannelane @margomars @rosie_esme_woods Executive Producers: Alma Har’el, Nils Leonard, Charlie Gatsky Sinclair @alma.harel @nilsleonard Series Director: Laura Checkoway @laurachecks Casting Director: Six Minutes @sixminutes_casting Production Managers: Luke Tilbury, Laura Jenkins @thetilla Director of Photography: Ahmad Jalboush @ahmad_jalboush Editor: Simon El Habre @simonelhabre Additional Editing: Lewis Noll @lewisnoll Colourist: Yoomin Lee @yoominleecolourist Sound Designers: Patch Rowland & Nigel Mannington @patchland Music Supervisor: Bridget Samuels @bridgetsamuels Jordan Unit Producer: Faris Halaseh @faris_halaseh Service Production Company: Where To Film 1st AD & Translator: Leen Hamarneh @leenwithit 1st AC: Hussein Qadan @hussein_qadan Camera Operator / AC: Amr Khaled @_amr_khaled Location Manager: Ahmad Shehdeh @ahmad_jello Art Director: Ayoub Nahhas @ayoub.g.n Sound Recordist: Hussam Sabanekh @hussam.sabanekh DIT: Saif Abu Rabear @saif.aburabeea Sound Assistant: Bashar Khawaja Production Assistant: Hamzeh Hamidah @hamza.o.hamida Driver: Rashed Zghool @rahidzgh Assistant Editor: Patil Aynedjian Audio Post-Production: Machine Sound @machinesound.co Audio Executive Producer: Rebecca Boswell @rebeccajboswell Audio Producer: Amber Clayton @amberimogen1 Machine Music Supervisor: Brice Cagan @@bricecagan Audio Assistant: Chas Langston @chaslangston Colour: Company3 @company_3 Colour Producer: Kerri Aungle @kerrilondon Post-Production Company: Jam VFX @jamvfxuk Online Post Producer: Angus Berryman @angusberryman Title Design: Uncommon Creative Studio @uncommon_ldn Translations / Subtitles: Wael Joudeh @donotgooutside Production Assistant: Gaaron Clarke @gaaron_clarke Director Assistant: Tally Francis @tallyfrancish Director Assistant: Sasha Nicolas @sashanicolas Junior Researcher: Ethan Elliott @ethyweathy Photographer: Emily Garthwaite @emilygarthwaite Uncommon Creative Studio Creative Director: Shaun Savage @shaunsavage_ Uncommon Creative Studio Creative: Luke Carlisle Uncommon Creative Studio Business Director: Johnny McManus @johnny_mcmx Uncommon Creative Studio Legal: Murray Taylor Uncommon Creative Studio Head of Production: Goldie Robbens @goldie_robbens Special Thanks To: Meshal Elfayez Syrian Refugee Affairs Directorate Annemarie Jacir Roland Schoenbauer Peter Sripol Extra Special Thanks To: Osama Sabbah MUSIC CREDITS Emsallam, The Archiducer - Licensed c/o Keife Records Arabic Trap - Harry T Croxford, Theo Golding, Primetime Productions Ltd, licensed ℅ Universal Production Music Plant Hope - Cavendish Music, licensed ℅ PRS Major With Oohs & Ahhs - Taz Conley, Music Bed, licensed ℅ PRS Drifting With The Current 2 - licensed ℅ Machine Sound

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ClexaCon 2019 may be a month away, but you can remember last year’s with Bridget McManus and Kia Barnes’ fantastic comedy sets, streaming now on tello! (and don’t forget to check out the tello stars coming to ClexaCon this year!) 

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We’re also happy to announce that the talented and hilarious Bridget Mcmanus is returning for ClexaCon 2019!!! @tellofilms

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Season Two is available on YouTube! Happy Wife Happy Life is a panel of two lesbian couples offering their perspective on relationship questions. Though the target audience is lesbian couples, the discussions are honestly helpful, regardless of the gender of you or your partner. Insightful and funny, this show is well worth checking out.

[hashtagyourshirt]

If I was gay, I’d totally make out with you - Ukelady (2009) Low key- this is a Supercorp Song before supercorp

[today-im-obsessed]

I didn’t realize how big it was when it was happening, I was caught up enjoying each individual interaction. When I had time to think about it as a whole I started to think about how far I’ve come in the 16 years and the people who, without every knowing me, had helped get me here.

[funnybutlonely]

Random Celebs from ClexaCon

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Blog Tour + Excerpt: EYES OF THE FOREST by April Henry (w/ #giveaway)!

Welcome to Book-Keeping and my stop on the Xpresso Tours blog tour for the latest thriller from April Henry, Eyes of the Forest! I’ve got all the details for you below, along with an excerpt and a giveaway, so make sure to read all the way through!

About the Book

title: Eyes of the Forest author: April Henry publisher: Henry Holt (BYR) release date: 24 August 2021

After a bestselling fantasy writer disappears, only his biggest fan believes he’s in danger. Instead of re-reading his books, she must venture into the real world to uncover the truth in this fast-paced mystery by New York Times-bestselling author April Henry. For readers of Courtney Summers and Karen McManus.

Bridget is RM Haldon’s biggest fan. She and her mom sought refuge in Haldron’s epic fantasy series Swords and Shadows while her mom was losing her battle with cancer. When Bridget met Haldon at one of his rare book signings, she impressed the author with her encyclopedic knowledge of the fantasy world he’d created. Bridget has been working for him ever since as he attempts to write the final book in his blockbuster sword and sorcery series. But Haldon has gone missing, and Bridget is the only person who seems concerned. Can Bridget piece together Haldon’s cryptic clues and save him before it’s too late?

Master mystery-writer April Henry weaves another heart-stopping young adult thriller in this story that seamlessly blends suspense with an exploration of fan culture.

Add to Goodreads: Eyes of the Forest Purchase the Book: Amazon | B&N | iBooks | Kobo | Google Play

Excerpt

Bob’s eyes fluttered open. Someone had shouted. 

It might have been him. 

His head hurt. With effort, he traced the memory back. Derrick had hurt him. Derrick. 

Was his skull broken? With a groan, Bob pushed himself up on one elbow. He was in a bed in a room he didn’t recognize. He stared in horror at the stains obscuring the pillowcase’s tiny faded blue flowers. Blood. His blood. 

Gritting his teeth, he touched his scalp. The wound was about an inch long, just above his temple. He pressed his fingers on his crewcut, tacky with blood. The skin had been split, but the skull underneath seemed intact. 

A surge of relief rolled over him, followed immediately by a pulse of anxiety. What if he’d just exposed the wound to new germs? What if that half-formed scab was the only thing preventing him from a nasty infection right next to his brain? Back in the Middle Ages, you might not die from the battlefield wound, but from the infection that followed. 

His stomach roiled as he thought of something else. He’d shouted as he woke. What if Derrick came back and hurt him again? 

Bob strained his ears, but heard nothing. After pushing himself to a sitting position, he looked around. He was in a small bedroom, about twelve by fourteen feet. The walls were yellow pine, dotted with brown knot holes. The door was closed. The fir floor was bare. 

Bob still couldn’t believe what had happened. Derrick snarling at him to get in the trunk. The Is that real? gun that now seemed likely to be. The sickening crunch against his skull as he felt his bones turn to jelly. The engulfing darkness.

Bob was trembling, and it wasn’t just from the chilly air. Things were horribly wrong. 

When he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, there was a metallic clatter. Clamped around his ankles, over his socks, was what looked like a pair of handcuffs connected with a chain. A six-foot long plastic-coated cable had been threaded through the cuff around his right ankle. The other end was looped around the leg of a treadmill desk a few feet away. The desk, made of aluminum and plastic, looked incongruously modern in the otherwise rustic setting. Under the desk was a built-in treadmill. 

Bob was still wearing the same clothes in which he’d been taken. The same clothes he always wore. A plain black T-shirt and blue jeans. But what about his scarf? A second of panic before his fingers found it, still around his neck. No coat. His old white Nikes were nowhere in sight. Without the blankets’ warmth, the cold was already sinking into his marrow. 

In front of the treadmill desk, the single window was framed by white curtains. Outside, an expanse of white snow and massive evergreens. 

Derrick had told Bob about this cabin, tucked away in the forest. Off the grid. No landline. No wifi. Just electricity and running water—if a storm didn’t take them out. 

Even if Bob managed to free himself, how far would he make it without shoes? He had researched frostbite, and it wasn’t pretty. While he wasn’t a big walker, without toes it would be even harder. 

Between the bed and the treadmill desk was a nightstand overflowing with provisions. A brown Pyrex bowl filled with apples, bananas, oranges, pears. A bag of baby carrots. Six plastic water bottles. A loaf of Dave’s Killer Bread. A brick of Tillamook cheddar. But no knife to cut it with. No utensils at all. 

Nothing Bob could use to free himself. To attack someone. Or hurt himself. 

The treadmill desk held, somewhat incongruously, a typewriter. A black Royal. Sitting next to it was a neat stack of blank white paper. The rest of the desktop was bare. 

A single sheet of paper had been folded in half and propped on top of the typewriter. On it was scrawled, “Better start writing Eyes of the Forest. Or else!”

Bob took stock. He was in an isolated cabin, injured, shackled. No one but his captors knew where he was. 

About the Author

April Henry is the New York Times bestselling author of many acclaimed mysteries for adults and young adults, including the YA novels Girl, Stolen; The Girl I Used to Be, which was nominated for an Edgar Award; The Night She Disappeared; and Body in the Woods and Blood Will Tell, Books One and Two in the Point Last Seen series. She lives in Oregon.

Connect with April: Website | Goodreads | Facebook | Twitter

About the Giveaway

One (1) lucky winner will receive a finished copy of Eyes of the Forest by April Henry! This is open internationally, and ends 1 September 2021. Enter via the Rafflecopter below, and good luck!

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reputation: An Inspired Reading Recommendations List

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins (Ready For It...)

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell (End Game)

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn (I Did Something Bad)

Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick (Don't Blame Me)

Bridget Jones' Diary by Helen Fielding (Delicate)

Six Of Crows by Leigh Bardugo (Look What You Made Me Do)

Mars by Fuyumi Soryo (So It Goes...)

Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston (Gorgeous)

Boy Parts by Eliza Clark (Getaway Car)

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell (King Of My Heart)

Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare (Dancing With Our Hands Tied)

City Of Bones by Cassandra Clare (Dress)

One Of Us Is Lying by Karen McManus (This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things)

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas (Call It What You Want)

Better Than The Movies by Lynn Painter (New Year's Day)

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Title: Duck Soup WC: 900

"It’s what we do for them, right?” — Lorraine Dinovi, The Dead Pool (3 x 21) 

He is made of soft spots. She catches herself in the thought—which can only be described as fond—as she watches him making what he seems to think are a serious of surreptitious phone calls. They are not surreptitious phone calls. They are not even discreet phone calls, mostly because after he finishes each and every one, he bounces in place, looking both pleased with himself and anxious at the same time. 

She keeps an eye on the scene as she halfheartedly plugs away at her paperwork. She doesn’t know exactly what he’s up to, though she’s fairly certain whatever it is, it has to do with some soft spot–related grand gesture he’s in the process of making. She wonders idly if it has to do with Alex Conrad, some out-of-proportion kindness he’s plotting to make up for his brief foray into the dark side. Whatever it is, his antics and the eye roll–inducing swell of fond feeling they inspire, are a welcome distraction. 

She’s glad enough—or as glad as she ever is, anyway, that they have Rob Treadwyck in custody, but there are too many unfortunate threads to this one for it to feel much like a win—Zack Lindsey cut down before he could make his mark, Brian Morris, Coach Rome, Doctor Calabro all slinking away, relatively unscathed. 

There’s Bridget McManus, who’s had her tough-as-nails heart broken twice over, once by Rob Treadwyck the “Mentor” and once by Rob Treadwyck. There’s Lorraine Dinovi, who will never be the same, and a bar full of neighborhood hopefuls who’ll shake their heads and tell the scuffed bar top that Bensonhurst kids never catch a break, never have, never will. 

So she plugs away at the paperwork with her cheek propped on her palm. She flicks her gaze up and over, following his progress from just outside the break room to the elevators and back again as he finishes what seems to be the final in a series of calls that should probably win some kind of award for least clandestine communications that were meant to be clandestine. 

She turns her attention fully and ostentatiously back to the interview notes she was supposed to be going over for inclusion in her report of the DA. She readies herself for his bounding, good-puppy energy and prepares to deploy her best I’m-working-here-Castle glare the minute he throws himself into his chair. 

But she has to put the safety back on the glare. She has to drop her pen and sit up straight, craning to see what he’s doing, because he doesn’t head for his chair at all. He heads for the Captain’s office. He bursts through the door with hardly a cursory knock, and the knucklehead closes it behind himself so she can’t even eavesdrop on what is obviously an intense conversation. 

The Captain’s face and body language are totally unreadable after the initial blank, incredulous look at having his sanctum sanctorum so unceremoniously entered. He sits behind his desk, hands folded before him, hardly interrupting Castle’s animated monologue. 

She’s on the verge of inventing an errand that will take her past the office door. She’d really like to barge right through it with something that urgently needs signing, but that would be infringing on Castle’s least-on-the-down-low attempts at keeping things on the down-low territory, so she sits and stews. She tries to imagine what on earth he’s been up to that would have the Captain’s head dipping for a moment in something like relief before he stands and comes around the desk to shake Castle’s hand and shoo him out of the office, almost in the same motion. 

It happens quickly—the wrap up of whatever it is the two of them were talking about. She’s caught metaphorically flat footed. It’s obvious that she wasn’t doing the paperwork she was supposed to be embroiled in. It’s obvious that she was trying to listen in. She prepares to deny it anyway.

She writes furiously on the page in front of her—nonsense that means she’ll have to do the whole damned thing over. She waits for him to slide smugly into his chair now. She waits for him to withhold and withhold until she kicks his shins and twists his ear and hangs him out the window by his pant legs until he confesses.

But he confesses right away, or almost right away. He spends a deer-in-headlights moment at the exact halfway point between the Captain’s office and his chair, then rushes toward her with stubborn-puppy energy. 

“I got Tommy Marcone a lawyer. An actual one. With real business cards and almost no ads on the sides of buses.” He lifts his chin defiantly, even as his shoulders hunch with guilt. “He’s a thief, I know. And a blackmailer. And an idiot.” He sneaks a look at her, for all the good it does him. Her face is blank with surprise. “I know he’s all that. But his best friend is dead and he’s never had a fair shot at anything and, I just . . .” He trails off. He spreads his hands, utterly at a loss. 

“You just.” She treats him to the glare that’s really a smile. He spine goes soft with relief. He settles into his chair. “You’re just a softie, Castle.” 

A/N: Puppy metaphors. Not a thing. 

images via homeofthenutty

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EYES OF THE FOREST

by April Henry

(Henry Holt, 8/24/21)

9781250234087

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After a bestselling fantasy author disappears, only his biggest fan believes he’s in danger and has the courage to uncover the truth in this fast-paced mystery with a chilling psychological twist. Bridget is RM Haldon's biggest fan. His epic fantasy series, Swords and Shadows, created a lifeline between Bridget and her mom as she lost her battle with cancer. When Bridget met Haldon at his only book signing, she impressed the author with her encyclopedic knowledge of the fantasy world he'd created. Bridget has been working for him ever since as he attempts to write his final book. Now, Haldon is missing, and Bridget is the only person who seems concerned. Can Bridget piece together Haldon’s clues and save him before it’s too late? Master mystery-writer April Henry weaves another heart-stopping young adult thriller in this story that seamlessly blends suspense with fan culture. For readers of Courtney Summers and Karen McManus.

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Sexy,🔥+Bisexual!(Bridget McManus)

[clexacon]

Hey guys! Guesssss what? The first episode of unConventional, our podcast hosted by @danapiccoli, is now available. Check it out and tell us what you think!