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Hola a todos:

No sé si recordaréis que hace algún tiempo que me dedico a compartir audiolibros y hasta he publicado un post explicando el proceso por el que si sois autores podéis crear audiolibros a través de ACX  (y si sois narradores o actores también podéis ofrecer vuestros servicios allí).

Yo he tenido la suerte de que Marie y Tim O’Dell de Red Rose Audiobooks se interesaran por mi novela romántica I Love Your Cupcakes y están creando las dos versiones, en inglés y en español. De momento, la versión inglesa ya está a la venta, y  os la traigo, por si acaso. Los de ACX (bueno Audible) envían códigos gratuitos de descarga, para promocionar el audio, aunque de momento solo me han enviado de Audible.UK. He pedido que me envíen codigos para Audible.com y estoy a la espera (lo hicieron con anterioridad, así que espero que esta vez también).  Si os interesan, dejadme un  comentario (y también necesitaré un correo electrónico, porque el que aparece en WordPress al lado del comentario no es siempre de fiar). Y si lo llegáis a oír y tenéis ocasión, las reseñas se agradecen mucho. Y que se lo comentéis a gente a la que le pueda interesar.

I Love Your Cupcakes, audio with Gwyn Olson as narrator

I Love Your Cupcakes, audio with Gwyn Olson as narrator

Dulce, Adelfa and Storm, the protagonists of I Love Your Cupcakes are business partners, friends and share some “interesting” family connections. All the men Dulce meets only want to talk about her cakes and she’s tired of it. Her friend Adelfa, although she’s a Chemistry Professor, can’t manage to find the recipe for the perfect relationship. And Storm, the third of the partners of their bakery/coffee shop/bookshop/art gallery and ex-fire station, is an artist who is not a master in the art of love. How could they imagine that at the studio of the contest “Do You Have What it Takes to Be the Next Baking Star?” they’d find sexual harassment, cheats, fights and also love? Recipes included (only for cakes, not love!)

Tag line: I Love Your Cupcakes is a “sweet” romance, a virtual fantasy high in calories and a fun adventure. Dare to give it a bite!

Enlaces:

En AUDIBLE (UK) AMAZON.COM    AMAZON.CO.UK     i-TUNES

Y si queréis escuchar una muestra en otro sitio, aquí en Sound Cloud.

Por cierto, qué os parece la portada del audio comparada con la original (pero tened en cuenta que en el audio al ser cuadrada hay más espacio)?

I Love Your Cupcakes (Me encantan tus cupcakes) de Olga Núñez Miret. Portada de Lourdes Vidal

I Love Your Cupcakes (Me encantan tus cupcakes) de Olga Núñez Miret. Portada de Lourdes Vidal

Y unas cuantas fotos para que no os aburráis:

Vista del castillo en Castro Caldelas, Ourense

Vista del castillo en Castro Caldelas, Ourense

Nuestro comedor al aire libre en Paradaseca. No sé cómo estará porque mi tío me dijo que una tormenta había destrozado el castaño

Nuestro comedor al aire libre en Paradaseca. No sé cómo estará porque mi tío me dijo que una tormenta había destrozado el castaño

Una escultura con un buho en Ourense, dedicada a los libros y la imaginación. Me encantan los buhos!

Una escultura con un buho en Ourense, dedicada a los libros y la imaginación. Me encantan los buhos!

Gracias a todos por leer, y si os ha interesado, dadle al me gusta, comentad, compartid y haced CLIC! Ah, y si os interesa el audio, no os olvidéis de poneros en contacto conmigo. Y os tendré informados de cuando esté disponible en español.

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Hola a todos:

Como ya sabéis he estado fuera y os prometí que compartiría algunas de mis experiencias mientras estuve en Galicia. Y como a la gente parecieron gustarle las fotos del primer post, pues aquí os traigo más.

Si recordáis, compartí una foto de mi tío Eloy extrayendo miel de los paneles de la colmena. Mi madre y yo nos pasamos una tarde ayudándole con la tarea y fue muy amable explicándonos cómo funcionaba todo, hablando de lo que han cambiado las cosas (él aún usa una máquina manual para hacer girar los paneles y extraer la miel, pero apicultores que tienen más colmenas y organizaciones más profesionalizadas usan centrífugas eléctricas y el proceso está mucho más automatizado). Nos explicó que comparado con la época de sus padres (mis abuelos) el nivel de producción había aumentado mucho.

No todas las cosas han mejorado, por eso. Nos explicó que había gente que para incrementar la producción alimentaba a las abejas en lugar de dejar que produjeran toda la miel como resultado de su búsqueda de flores y polen, y la calidad final no era tan buena.

Mi tío nos explicó que tener colmenas no requiere una gran inversión de tiempo (hay que cuidar de las colmenas y extraer la miel hacia finales del verano, darle medicación contra los parásitos y enfermedades, pero no hay mucho que hacer en el invierno).

Hay apicultores que viven relativamente bien de ello, pero por supuesto tienen muchas abejas y hay que invertir en el equipamiento. En su caso, él solo hace miel para familiares y amigo y si le queda algo puede que la venda, pero no ha pensado en incrementar mucho la producción (ya que lo lleva solo, aparte de algún voluntario ocasional!).

Ya que no tenía varios trajes no pudimos ayudarle en las colmena, pero una vez estaban en casa, nos fuimos a echarle una mano. Los paneles vienen sellados con cera de las abejas y la capa superior debe cortarse y retirarse antes de que se pueda extraer la miel. La miel va goteando de estos cortes y se recoge y filtra luego. Y los paneles, ya sin cera, se colocan en la centrifugadora. ¡Y los hacemos girar!

Aquí está un video que cree con varias de las fotos que tomé (y un video cortito que filmé con el teléfono). Algunas son un poco abstractas pero el efecto me pareció interesante.

Y aquí os dejo unos cuantos enlaces, por si os interesa el tema.

Wikipedia:

https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthophila

National Geographic:

http://www.nationalgeographic.es/animales/insectos/abeja

Campaña ‘Salvemos a las abejas’ de Greenpeace España

http://www.greenpeace.org/espana/es/Trabajamos-en/Transgenicos/Abejas/

Y os dejo una de las fotos del castaño milenario,  que es muy especial.

A fascinating tree

Un árbol fascinante

Muchas gracias a mi tío por dejarnos ayudarle y por la información, gracias a vosotros por ver y leer. Y ya sabéis, dadle al me gusta, comentad, compartid y haced CLIC!

Hi all:
As you know I’ve been away and I promised I’d share a bit of my experience whilst in Galicia. As you were kind enough to show a lot of interest in my first post… well, you’ve asked for it.
If you remember, I included a picture of my uncle Eloy extracting honey from the panels of the beehive.
My mother and I spent an afternoon helping him with the task and he was kind enough to talk about the process, reflect on the changes it had seen (he still uses a manual contraption to spin the panels and get the honey removed, but people with more beehives and a more professional organisation use electric ones and the process is more automated). He explained that compared to the time of his parents (my grandparents) the level of production had increased dramatically. Not all are positives, though, and he noted that some people, to increase the production, fed the bees rather than rely solely on them to go searching for flowers and pollen and the quality was not as good.

He also explained that keeping bees is not a huge time investment (you have to look after the beehives and extract the honey towards the end of the summer and provide them with medication due to pests afterwards, but not much to do in the winter). He also observed that some people can make a fair living out of it, but of course they have to keep many bees. In his case, he only does it for friends and family and if he has some spare might sell it, but has not considered a big increase in production (as he manages single-handedly).

As there weren’t several suits we couldn’t help him with the actual extraction of the panels, but once those were transported home, we were there. The panels come sealed by the wax of the bees and that top layer must be cut off before the honey can be extracted. The honey keeps dripping from those cuttings. And the panels are placed in a centrifuge. And we make them spin!

Here is a video I created with some of the pictures I took (some are a bit abstract but I think they create an interesting effect. And there is a small video included too).

Here I leave you a few links to articles on bees I found interesting:

Wikipedia:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bee

British Beekeepers Association

http://www.bbka.org.uk/

BBC Nature videos collection on bees

http://www.bbc.co.uk/nature/collections/p007rdq3

What is the value of bees? Discussion in The Guardian about the vote on banning certain pesticides (noenicotinoids) in 2013.

http://www.theguardian.com/environment/blog/2013/mar/15/bees-value-pollination-farming-neonicotinoids

Campaign, Save the Bee:

http://www.planetbee.org/?gclid=Cj0KEQjwm4mwBRCni-ivmePYivkBEiQAdGkkluahxyhSYUQ5qbHNYMzbRil_giRlCios0CWmS4rDONUaAhv_8P8HAQ#education-awareness-stewardship

The above article and the campaign put me in mind of a book I’ve just finished reading, and I thought I’d share the review. The book hasn’t been published yet (it’s due early in October) and I’ve read is undergoing some changes, so you might want to investigate further before deciding, but I could not resist… (I’ve been recently contacted by somebody from the publishing house who confirmed they were making some changes to the book and offered to send me a copy of the finished book, so I might come back with a reply in a while…)

Nirvana by JR Stewart

Nirvana by JR Stewart

Nirvana by J.R. Stewart. Virtual reality, bees, grief and politics

Thanks to the publishers (Blue Moon Publishers) and to Net Galley for the gift of an advance copy of this book. I have read that it is undergoing major revisions, so it might be that some of the issues mentioned are no longer there if you get the final edition.

Nirvana, despite the name, is a dystopian Young Adult novel. It is set in a future where bees have disappeared and nature as we know it has gone; there are a few places left where people live (the novel takes place in Canada, around Toronto, although there are hints throughout the book that the situation might be slightly different in other places), and the Hexagon (yes, I know) controls “security” (read intrudes in everybody’s privacy, destroys all books and keeps a tight hold on everybody’s activities, words and imagination). Larissa, a young woman whose husband (a very talented scientist) disappeared during a mysterious mission six months ago is not ready to accept his death and refuses to let go.

The novel mostly focuses on Larissa, although the third person point of view sometimes shares the thoughts of other characters, like the Corporal, Serge (a childhood friend of Larissa’s), the psychologist…but not consistently and sometimes it seems to hide things, and we also get letters, documents, etc. The time-line can be somewhat challenging at times as Larissa can flicker between memories (how she met Andrew, her husband, their time at university, some of her musical gigs, her childhood memories including some very dark ones) and things that are happening at the time of the action of the novel, when she is being pressurised by the authorities to sign a document acknowledging that Andrew is dead. Although this is how our mind works, sometimes it’s not easy to tell the difference until you reach the next change in perspective. Perhaps a different type of letter or a break would make it easier. I also found the fact that many characters have similar names (all beginning with K, I’m not sure why) made me go back and forth to make sure.

The description of Larissa’s psychological state and emotions is accurate for somebody suffering from a grief reaction (even if in her case she has no real proof that her husband is dead). She feels guilty, angry, sad, confused and doubts constantly about what to do. Her family circumstances were already complicated and she does not know if her sister is alive or not and it’s not difficult to understand that she’d be reluctant to let go of the one bit of family she had left. We might lack outside perspective on her and know little about her previous personality so it’s difficult to get a full picture of the character but this will probably build over time.

I am not an expert in science-fiction but I know world-building can be one of the main strengths of these novels. After reading the author’s biography I understand why the parts that deal with virtual reality (the Bubble, that is where the crème of society live, in a fake world of their choosing, and Nirvana, that is the low-key version that workers might access, but in small doses) are very strong and mind-boggling, even scarily so. By contrast, the descriptions of the rest of the world are very succinct and only much later, when the point of view returns to the characters in positions of authority, we get to know a bit more about the world order, but this is more tell than show (although that is one of the difficulties with the genre, maintaining the balance between trying to make the story come alive whilst at the same time leaving something to the readers’ imagination).

The idea behind the politics of that world reminded me of 1984 (the level of intrusion into people’s lives is greater than even insiders realise), and the conspiracy theorists will “enjoy” the implications of some of the things uncovered and suggested towards the end of the novel. They throw an even darker light on the authorities and put into question loyalties and certainties. The comments about the interests behind big funding for scientific research and how those dictate the direction human progress takes made me pause and gave me cause for concern. (Having studied Medicine this is a thing we’re always aware of).

I found the brief discussions on physics and even music theory fascinating, but might not be to everybody’s taste, especially younger readers interested mainly in the characters.

I found the overall story engaging, although the surprise at the end was hinted at and most readers are likely to have guessed it by then, but it is a good twist and it leaves room for much more to come.

This is perhaps a novel that does not fit in comfortably within the YA category, but I think it’s a series worth keeping an eye on, as there are interesting plot lines, characters with plenty of hidden agendas and room for development, and a whole world (or worlds) that we’ve only glimpsed. And virtual reality as you haven’t seen it yet. Ah, and don’t forget to read the writer’s biography. It will make you very uneasy…

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B014LLM1XW/

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B014LLM1XW/

And before I leave, another picture of the millennial chestnut tree:

A fascinating tree

A fascinating tree

Thanks to my uncle Eloy for the explanations, thanks to you all for reading and viewing and if you’ve enjoyed, like, comment, share, and if you want to CLICK, go ahead!

 

Hola a todos:

Como ya sabéis, he estado fuera, en un sitio sin acceso regular a internet, las últimas semanas. Tocaba volver a la aldea en el noroeste de España (una región que se llama Galicia, y que aquellos que hayáis leído sobre el Camino de Santiago ya conoceréis) donde nació mi padre, Paradaseca, para depositar sus cenizas al lado de las de sus padres.

Yo no había estado allí en 25 años, más o menos, así que como os imaginareis fue una experience. Parte viaje en el tiempo, parte una sensación de que todo había cambiado solo para que todo (o casi) siguiera igual.

El sitio donde nació mi padre está en una zona muy rural que ha conocido un masivo movimiento migratorio, con muchos de sus habitantes mudándose a grandes ciudades, ya sea en España o en otros países. Como resultado de ese movimiento de la población existen muchos lugares donde solo queda gente mayor y otros que están completamente vacíos. Muchas propiedades muy baratas aunque a veces el acceso a ciertos servicios es limitado.

Encontré un artículo sobre ese tema, que aunque en inglés, os dejo por si os interesa.

http://www.npr.org/sections/parallels/2015/08/23/433228503/in-spain-entire-villages-are-up-for-sale-and-theyre-going-cheap?utm_source=pocket&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=pockethits

Tengo planeados una serie de posts (y posiblemente algunos vídeos, una vez esté de vuelta en casa con una conexión mejor) pero mientras tanto, decidí compartir algunas fotos.

We went for many walks and that evening I took a camera

Fuimos a dar muchos paseos y una tarde me llevé la cámara

The panorama from Cabeza de Manzaneda, a a nearby sky resort

El panorama desde Cabeza de Manzaneda, una estación de esquí muy cercana

This chestnut tree is supposed to be over a thousand years old

Este castaño se rumorea que tiene más de mil años

One of the houses of the hamlet

Una de las casas de la aldea. Y un tractor

The church

La iglesia del pueblo

The view from the back of my parents' place

La vista desde la parte trasera de la propiedad de mis padres

Helping my uncle Eloy extract honey

Ayudando a mi tío Eloy a extraer miel

La plaza del Hierro (Iron Square) in Ourense

La plaza del Hierro en Ourense

Como os he comentado, habrá más posts. Ah, y aunque no dispuse de tanto tiempo como había anticipado (encontrarse de nuevo con parientes a los que no había visto hacía muchos años puede resultar en largas conversaciones) conseguí leerme algunos libros y espero poder seguir con mis reseñas.

Gracias por vuestra paciencia, por leer, y estoy segura de que aún os acordáis de lo que hay que hacer: darle al me gusta, comentar, compartir, y si os va el inglés, hacer CLIC! 

Hi all:

As you know, I’ve been away, somewhere where I didn’t have regular access to internet, for the last few weeks. It was time to go back to the hamlet in Northwest Spain (a region called Galicia. Those of you familiar with the Camino de Santiago will be familiar with it) where my Dad was born, Paradaseca, to lay his ashes to rest next to his parents.

I hadn’t been there for 25 years or so, and as you can imagine it was a bit of an experience. Part a trip back in time, part a feeling that everything had changed only for everything (or nearly) to remain the same.

The place where my Dad was born is very rural and has seen a lot of emigration, where plenty of the inhabitants moved to big cities, within Spain or elsewhere. As a result there are places where only older people are left and places totally empty. Plenty of very cheap property although sometimes the local facilities are somewhat limited.

I found this article discussing the phenomenon, that I thought was interesting.

http://www.npr.org/sections/parallels/2015/08/23/433228503/in-spain-entire-villages-are-up-for-sale-and-theyre-going-cheap?utm_source=pocket&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=pockethits

I plan on a series of posts (and possibly even some videos, once I’m back home and have a better connection) but in the meantime, I thought I’d share some pictures.

We went for many walks and that evening I took a camera

We went for many walks and that evening I took a camera

The panorama from Cabeza de Manzaneda, a a nearby sky resort

The panorama from Cabeza de Manzaneda, a a nearby sky resort

This chestnut tree is supposed to be over a thousand years old

This chestnut tree is supposed to be over a thousand years old

One of the houses of the hamlet

One of the houses of the hamlet

The church

The church

The view from the back of my parents' place

The view from the back of my parents’ place

Helping my uncle Eloy extract honey

Helping my uncle Eloy extract honey

La plaza del Hierro (Iron Square) in Ourense

La plaza del Hierro (Iron Square) in Ourense

As I’ve told you, I hope more posts will follow. Ah, and although I didn’t have as much time as I anticipated (meeting relatives you haven’t seen in many years makes for long conversations) I did manage to read quite a few books, so there will be plenty of reviews to come.

Thanks for your patience, for reading, and you I’m sure you still remember what to do: like, share, comment, and if you fancy reading the article, CLICK!

Hi all. Or rather, goodbye for a little bit.

This Thursday I’m leaving to join my mother and then we’ll be travelling together to the little hamlet where my father was born, Paradaseca, Ourense (I did check in the internet but there isn’t a lot about the place, apart from the fact that a pair of twins from there seem to have seen a UFO a few years back. Anyway…). We are taking my father’s ashes back home, visiting relatives and sorting a few things out. We don’t have a land line there and it seems that even mobile reception is poor (it’s a fairly hilly region, and the hamlet is very nearby the only sky resort in that part of the country, so mountains don’t help matters), so I don’t expect to be able to connect to the internet regularly.

I considered sharing some old posts, or trying to programme new posts in advance but I didn’t have much time to do that, and I love to check the comments and answer, so no good from that perspective. What I’ve decided to do is to share a few of the reviews I hadn’t had time to share with you, and I’ll leave them programmed. I’ve also shared some that you might not have seen in Lit World Interviews, although I know many of you are regular visitors.

I’ll be away for a few weeks (not sure how long as it depends on how long it takes so sort everything) but I hope to be back early in September. Sorry I won’t be able to visit your blogs and comment, but I didn’t want you to worry if I disappeared.

If I manage to get a connection I might send a surprise post sharing whatever is happening and pics, as the place is beautiful and I haven’t been there for over 20 years. I’ll make sure I keep reading and writing, if I have time, and I hope to come back refreshed.

Do take care. I’ll miss you all.

Ah, and let’s not forget the review. You know I review books for BTS e-magazine (link on the side bar) and although I can’t share the same review, sometimes I recommend you the books I’ve come across whilst there. With this book, I had  whale of a time, so much so that I decided to write another review so you could enjoy it.

The book is:

Where Eagles Cry by Dee Ann Palmer. Wild California, handsome men, gorgeous horses and a daring heroine

Where Eagles Cry by Dee Ann Palmer

Where Eagles Cry by Dee Ann Palmer

First, the description of the book:

Jilted by love in 1834, Cara Lindsay sails from Boston to Mexico’s rugged California to begin a new life with a favorite aunt. Heartbroken to learn her aunt has died, she takes a companionship position to the wife of Don Miguel Navarro, the tough and irresistible owner of a major inland rancho. Prior to her arrival, Miguel’s wife had suffered a permanent brain injury in a suspicious fall, and the lonely ranchero’s heart opens to Cara’s kindness and beauty like parched earth to rain. Yet love may break Cara’s heart again, for she would never be any man’s mistress. Until ships sail for Boston months away, she’s trapped in the midst of danger and an impossible love. When the bells ring and the eagle cries, will she be the next to die?

Now my review:

This is a great novel for lovers of historical fiction and romance. Set in the California under Mexican rule (just lost to Spain and in a period of historical turmoil) the descriptions of life at the time are detailed but never boring. The story is seen from the eyes of Cara, a young American woman who has suffered several losses and is at a loose end.

She ends up taking a position in the Navarro ranch, looking after the wife of Miguel, el jefe. The book has been compared to Jane Eyre, as Desira, la patrona, suffered a serious accident, lost her child and has been left brain damaged; although she is not locked in the attic (Miguel is much nicer than Rochester, although Cara is not always sure about his intentions). We see the story from Cara’s point of view. Her poor understanding of Spanish and her total naiveté with regards to the world and California in particular, create many misunderstandings. There are secrets, mysteries, plots to kill, Native-American raids, mountain lions, love rivals, wild horses and barely contained passion.

The plot is complex enough to keep everybody guessing, the intrigue is well maintained, and Cara, the main character, is strong and determined (most of the time) although in keeping with the customs of the period. She doubts herself and has her moments of weakness, but she’s a very likeable and loveable character.

There are also strong secondary characters and the ending is satisfying. It’s a solid romantic historical adventure novel and a very enjoyable one. You won’t regret giving it a go.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BUCJGCU/

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00BUCJGCU/

Thanks so much for reading, and you know, like, share, comment and CLICK! Bye! Missing you already! See you soon!

Hola a todos:

Algunos puede que recordéis que el martes pasado publiqué un post sobre la próstata, y la importancia de hacerse chequeos (para los hombres y sus parejas/parientes). Os comentaba el caso de mi padre, que estaba enfermo de cáncer de próstata en un estadío avanzado.

Por desgracias, y como algunos ya sabréis, mi padre falleció el jueves. Había empeorado mucho desde antes de Navidades y las cosas aceleraron bastante.

La boda de mis padres

La boda de mis padres

Por desgracia no tengo un scanner aquí y además las fotos nunca se me han dado muy bien (a mi padre tampoco) pero compartir una imagen de los buenos tiempos. Quizás escriba más sobre él en algún momento. Solo deciros que era de Paradaseca, Ourense (en Galicia, el Nororeste de España) y le gustaba mucho su tierra aunque había pasado la mayor parte de su vida adulta en Barcelona (que también le gustaba bastante). Le gustaba contar historias y siempre tenía un corrillo de gente a su alrededor escuchando.

De pequeño quería ser piloto de aviación, pero se quedó en conductor y llevó autocares durante muchos años. No le gustaban nada los hospitales y no entendió nunca como pude hacerme médico (aunque estaba orgulloso). Le gustaba mucho el ciclismo y el fútbol, y era del Celta de Vigo primero, y del Fútbol Club Barcelona después.

La bicicleta de mi padre

La bicicleta de mi padre

Uno de los amores de mi padre (por supuesto mi madre también).

Adiós papá. Y gracias a todos por los mensajes que nos hicieron llegar.

Hi all:

I had another post prepared for today but I’ve decided to leave it for next week.

As some of you might remember, my post last Tuesday was about prostate cancer and trying to impress on everybody (men and their partners, loved ones) the importance of regular check-ups, particularly at a certain age. I mentioned my Dad’s case. Thanks to everybody for the support and comments. Some people who might have visited the post later on during the week will already know that unfortunately my father (Ubaldo) died last Thursday.

My parent's wedding picture

My parent’s wedding picture

I don’t have a scanner here so the picture is not very good (and also, like my father, I’ve never been any good at pictures), but just wanted to share something.

I might tell you more things about him at some point (he liked to tell stories and wherever he went he’d always be the one people would father around listening to his stories). He wanted to be a pilot but ended up driving coaches most of his life. He loved cycling and football, and he was a fan of Celta de Vigo first and Football Club Barcelona, second. He hated hospitals and could never understand how I became a doctor (although he was proud of it). And he was from Paradaseca, Ourense (in Galicia, North of Spain) although he spent most of his adult life in Barcelona.

Here one of the loves of his life (together with my mother):

My father's bicycle

My father’s bicycle

Bye. Here thinking of you.

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