Thursday, October 27, 2016

What's more valuable than priceless?

Teaching kids geography: Cool.
Hearing Hollywood refer to your book series as "a property": Awesome.
Writing book 3 in the Crime Travelers trilogy: Priceless.

Priceless is Now Available: 
This is the 3rd book in the middle-grade series that editor Mark Robichaux says,
"reads like The Bourne Identity -- but for kids."

Not for you?
But still want to help kids learn about the world?
Please forward this to a 4 - 7 grade teacher.

Thanks for the support!

Here's an early review from someone named Margo.

PRICELESS is an action packed ride of underwater scuba adventures and elaborate art heists. Sprinkled amongst the story are interesting and educational examples of Spanish cuisine, art, language, and geography. Most importantly, the book contains a positive lesson on what is truly priceless in life and what can be accomplished through collaboration and a sense of purpose. Lucas Benes and the New Resistance kids have triumphed once again!

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Adapted from Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass - Reading at my friends' wedding this weekend in Vermont.

The day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health, refresh’d, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the morning light,
When I wander’d alone over the beach, and undressing bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise,
And when I thought how my dear friend my lover was on her way coming, O then I was happy,
O then each breath tasted sweeter, and all that day my food nourish’d me more, and the beautiful day pass’d well,
And the next came with equal joy, and with the next at evening came my friend,
And that night while all was still I heard the waters roll slowly continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands as directed to me whispering to congratulate me,
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in the cool night,
In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams her face was inclined toward me,

And her arm lay lightly around my breast – and that night I was happy.