Soulful Readers July Meeting Info

This Sunday, June 28th, Soulful Readers Book Group held its first official meeting at Dirk’s Coffee. We enjoyed an engaging discussion about asha bandele’s The Prisoner’s Wife.

What are we reading next month? Where will we meet? Read on…

Date: Sunday, July 26, 2009
Time: 6:00pm – 8:00pm
Location: Cafe Caspian
(PLEASE BRING CASH)
Street: 12126 Westheimer Rd. #100
City/Town: Houston, TX

Book Selection: My Soul to Keep by Tananarive Due

JESSICA IS A Miami investigative reporter with a beautiful daughter, Kira, and a husband, David, so loving, brilliant, and attentive that she calls him Mr. Perfect. Suddenly, her life takes a terrifying turn. Her best friend is brutally and mysteriously murdered and Jessica discovers an ancient, unimaginable danger that will shatter her life and family — forever. DAWIT is an immortal. More than four hundred years ago he and a sect of Ethiopian scholars traded their souls for eternal life. Obeying a vow of secrecy, Dawit has traveled the world as a soldier, a slave, a jazz musician — never staying anywhere long enough for others to notice that he does not age. As further insurance, with barely a thought he kills any mortal who dares to become too curious about him. For the first time, though, it is Dawit who threatens to break his vow and defy his brothers by keeping his beloved mortal wife and child with him — forever. In My Soul to Keep, the worlds of Jessica and Dawit collide with harrowing, unforgettable consequences as Jessica learns firsthand the terrible price for eternal life. The newest novel by Tananarive Due, acclaimed author of The Between, it is a shocking, brilliantly plotted work of suspense and the supernatural that astonishes until the final, remarkable page.

READ AN EXCERPT

Happy reading, y’all.

Soulful Readers Book Group Information

So, I didn’t finish reading The Ecstatic. I most certainly could and should, but in the meantime I’ve purchased the next book on my reading list. In case you’re interested, here’s the latest information on my first Houston book group meeting. If you live in the area, consider joining us.

Date: Sunday, June 28, 2009
Time: 6:00pm – 8:00pm
Location: Dirk’s Coffee (Diedrich Coffee)
4005 Montrose Blvd
Houston, TX

The Prisoner’s Wife: A Memoir by Asha Bandele (Read an excerpt)

Many of us have wondered at the motivations of women who meet and marry men who are in prison for the long term or even life. What motivates them? How do they reconcile their feelings with the man’s past actions and with the fact that their married life together will be limited, for the foreseeable future, to occasional, brief visits? Asha Bandele is one such woman; at the age of 25, she fell in love with a man who was serving 20-years-to-life for murder. And yet she married him. In The Prisoner’s Wife, she reveals her reasons and shares with the reader the trials, tribulations, and yes, triumphs of a life shared with a man she only seldom sees.

Happy reading, y’all.

DJ Hero

My uncle bought me a PS3 last Christmas. It became yet another thing to distract me from reading. I loved Saints Row 2, especially designing my character, a black woman tatted up, looking sexy—in stilletos mind you, running around, stealing cars, whooping on fools and shooting folks up. Saints Row allowed me to live a type of psuedo thug life.

I can’t say that I ever got into Guitar Hero or Rock Band. I played it a couple of times in the stores and at a friend’s house and just wasn’t feeling it. I know I’m one of the very few that feels this way. Interestingly enough, this morning I read some news on USA Today’s website that got me a little excited about a new game for hip-hop fans. Read more:

The upcoming DJ Hero video game just landed two heavy hitters as MCs: Jay-Z and Eminem.

Both rappers are bringing their music to the newest offshoot of Activision’s successful $2 billion Guitar Hero franchise. The game, played with a turntable-shaped controller, is due out this fall for PlayStation 3, PS2, Xbox 360 and Wii (no price or rating yet) . . .

Players use the features on the game’s controller — a rotating record platter, sampling buttons, an effects dial and a cross fader — to match streams of song tracks, create effects and add personal touches to score points.

“You actually get lost doing it,” says Jay-Z, who has played the game. It creates “a DJ’s universe,” he says.

In addition to single-DJ action, two players can compete or play cooperatively. Special mixes will let players use the Guitar Hero controller. The game spans hip-hop, electronica, R&B, soul and pop/rock with songs by 50 Cent, Beastie Boys, KRS-One, Blondie, N.E.R.D., Gorillaz and David Bowie. Superstar DJs such as DJ Shadow, DJ Z-Trip and DJ AM will contribute, too.

“You are going to get over 100 songs from 80 artists and 80 brand-new mixes that have never been heard before, including one with Eminem and Jay-Z (together),” says Guitar Hero president and CEO Dan Rosensweig.

“This is a game I can see myself actually playing,” Eminem says. “DJ’ing is fundamental to rap music, so it’s a great fit.” (Read full story)

Now they’re talking. Oh, man. I can’t wait. Happy reading, y’all (even if it is just game/strategy guides).

Black Noir: New Anthology

I haven’t read anything lately. And I might not for awhile. I’m hoping that the book group will give me some motivation. I’ve watched every episode of The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency thanks to HBO on Demand. Love it. I watched episodes of The Game, New York Undercover, Noah’s Arc, and every other show you can imagine. I think I’m overdosing on television. I’m also certain that grad school has ruined my interest in reading (just a little) for a second or two—as far as reading for pleasure goes. I just need another week or two of goofing off and then I’ll start picking up some of the books I should have read already (again). This includes finishing The Ecstatic. I am on page 25 and holding. Shame. But I have been checking out numerous cookbooks from the library, so that should count as reading. . . a little bit. . . right?

In book news, NPR reports:

Mystery fiction written by black authors is, not surprisingly, often very different from work in that broadly defined genre written by white writers. The early novels and short stories, in particular, tended to show the detective in a reasonably insular community, trying to solve crimes with black victims and committed, in all likelihood, by black villains. There was little reliance on the outside (mainly white) world to administer justice.

A nation’s government, in order for detective stories to flourish, needs to be a relatively democratic one. Under dictatorial and repressive regimes, it is the police themselves who are regarded by much of the citizenry as villainous, not as the source of relief from fear and injustice. The police, or their closely allied counterparts, militia, are in the employ of governments that use them to suppress the freedom of the men and women under their control. To speak out against emperors, czars, dictators, or monarchs means a swift trip to prison or the gallows, and it is the police who arrest the dissidents and bring them to their fate. As the enemy, then, it is hardly likely that fiction would be created in which these figures would serve as the righteous heroes who would protect society from murderers, robbers, and other criminals.

For mystery fiction to attain any degree of popularity, the culture in which it could be created requires the same elements upon which all forms of literary entertainment depend. A country has to be fairly prosperous, allowing a significant portion of the population to have leisure time. Edgar Allan Poe’s invention of the first genuine detective story, “The Murders in the Rue Morgue,” in 1841, approximately coincided with the start of the industrial revolution, beginning the process of changing America from a largely agrarian society to a manufacturing one. Gone for many thousands of people were the endless hours required to run a subsistence-level farm, replaced by increased income and the commensurate free time that allowed for the pursuit of relaxation and entertainment. As schools and literacy increased, so did the number of books and magazines that fed a newly created demand. England, a mighty colonial power, had been increasing the national wealth for many years, much of it trickling down to its populace. After France recovered from the excesses of its revolution, the French, too, enjoyed relative political freedom and arobust economy. (Read more. . .)

Happy reading, y’all!

Houston Book Group

Do you live in the Houston area? Does someone you know reside here? Do you enjoy reading African American literature?

Since my return to Houston I have decided to start up a new book group, similar to the one I once ran in Atlanta. I have a few interested individuals so far, but hope to build a coed following.

Please contact me if you would like to join us and I will keep you posted on our first book selection and the date/location of the first meeting. All are welcome.

Happy reading, y’all.

Spielberg Does King

The Detroit Free Press writes:

Steven Spielberg’s studio, DreamWorks, announced Tuesday it has acquired the rights from the King estate to produce a biopic on the legendary civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr.

King copyrighted all of his speeches, books and other works during his lifetime, and the DreamWorks film will be the first theatrical motion picture authorized to use his intellectual property, DreamWorks said in its release. Two of King’s children threaten legal action over the film deal because it was brokered without their blessing.

Suzanne de Passe — the first and only African-American woman to be nominated for an Academy Award for screenwriting (”Lady Sings the Blues”) — is one of two producers.

De Passe — now chief executive officer of her own production company — is a longtime Berry Gordy Jr. associate, joining Motown in 1968 and collaborating with Gordy on the famed TV special “Motown 25,” among other projects.

No other details about the film were announced Tuesday.

Well, I guess I always hoped that Spike Lee would pick up this project, but I guess he couldn’t do a Malcolm X and King film. But why the hell not? We shouldn’t be too worried if de Passe and Spielberg are putting this thing together. Who cares whether they consulted the King family first. I just hope that we get a well-rounded view of King and not just the typical image of him as a saint.

Happy reading, y’all!

Denzel & Kareem: Brothers in Arms

African American World War II soliders are finally beginning to get the recognition they deserve. EmpireOnline.com writes that Denzel Washington has signed on a new writer for the upcoming movie production Brothers in Arms. What impresses me most is that the movie is based on a book—but even more surprising, the movie is based on a book by Kareem Abdul-Jabar. I assumed he only wrote books about himself and basketball stuff. Go figure.

Denzel Washington has lined up a writer for Brothers In Arms, his long in-development directorial project about the only African-American tank unit to fight in Europe during World War II. Matthew Sand will write a new version of the script on what sounds like a an interesting true story.

The 761st Tank Battalion overcame prejudice and became a key part of the post-D-Day offensive move east through Europe, spearheading the Battle of the Bulge and proving themselves to their comrades and a more racist era. Their story was captured in a non-fiction book by Kareem Abdul-Jabbar (yes, the NBA star best known around these parts as the co-pilot in Airplane!) and Anthony Walton.

John Sayles and David Chisholm previously wrote a draft of the script, with Sand now lined up to work on a new version. Sand recently worked on Ninja Assassins for the Wachowski brothers and director James McTeigue, and has two other films in development: the rather intriguing sounding American By Blood, about the hunt for Sioux leader Crazy Horse following Custer’s disastrous last stand, and The Red Star, based on Christian Gossett’s graphic novel with Timur Bekmambetov set to direct. (Read more . . . )

What about the book that inspired the movie?

A powerful wartime saga in the bestselling tradition of Flags of Our Fathers, BROTHERS IN ARMS recounts the extraordinary story of the 761st “Black Panthers,” the first all-black armored unit to see combat in World War II. Kareem Abdul-Jabbar first learned about the battalion from family friend Leonard “Smitty” Smith, a veteran of the battalion. Working with acclaimed writer Anthony Walton, Abdul-Jabbar interviewed the surviving members of the battalion and their descendants to weave together a page-turning narrative based on their memories and stories, from basic training through the horrors on the battlefield to their postwar experiences in a racially divided America.Trained essentially as a public relations gesture to maintain the support of the black community for the war, the battalion was never intended to see battle. In fact, General Patton originally opposed their deployment, claiming African Americans couldn?t think quickly enough to operate tanks in combat conditions. But the Allies were so desperate for trained tank personnel in the summer of 1944, following heavy casualties in the fields of France, that the battalion was called up. While most combat troops fought on the front for a week or two before being rotated back, the men of the 761st served for more than six months, fighting heroically under Patton?s Third Army at the Battle of the Bulge and in the Allies? final drive across France and Germany. Despite a casualty rate that approached 50 percent and an extreme shortage of personnel and equipment, the 761st would ultimately help liberate some thirty towns and villages, as well as the Gunskirchen Lager concentration camp. The racism that shadowed them during the war and the prejudice they faced upon their return home is an indelible part of their story. What shines through most of all, however, are the lasting bonds that united them as soldiers and brothers, the bravery they exhibited on the battlefield, and the quiet dignity and patriotism that defined their lives.

While we’re on the topic of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, can I point out that the brother has quite a listing of authored works. I think I rather read his biography, but here are a few books that the rest of you might be interested in:

From 1920 to 1940, the Harlem Renaissance produced a bright beacon of light that paved the way for African-Americans all over the country. The unapologetic writings of W. E. B. Du Bois and Marcus Garvey, the fervent fiction and poetry of Zora Neale Hurston and Langston Hughes, the groundbreaking art of Aaron Douglas and William H. Johnson, and the triumphant music of Duke Ellington and Louis Armstrong gave voice and expression to the thoughts and emotions that Jim Crow segregation laws had long sought to stifle. In On the Shoulders of Giants, indomitable basketball star and bestselling author and historian Kareem Abdul-Jabbar invites the reader on an extraordinarily personal journey back to his birthplace, through one of the greatest political, cultural, literary, and artistic movements in our history, revealing the tremendous impact the Harlem Renaissance had on both American culture and his own life. Beginning with the rise of the Harlem Rens as pioneers of professional basketball, Kareem traces the many streams of historical influence that converged to create the man he is today—the NBA’s all-time leading scorer and a veritable African-American icon. Travel deep into the soul of the Renaissance—to the night clubs, restaurants, basketball games, and fabulous parties that have made footprints in Harlem’s history. Meet the athletes, jazz musicians, comedians, actors, politicians, entrepreneurs, and writers who not only inspired Kareem’s rise to greatness but an entire nation’s.

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar has always been fascinated by history-nineteenth-century American history in particular. Tired of L.A., restless and looking for new adventure, challenge, and discovery, he decides to go live among the Apaches he’s read about. He encounters a complex reality. The kids on the Alchesay Falcons team don’t easily embrace what he’s trying to teach them on the court. Gradually they begin to learn from him as he begins to learn from them. He teaches them to push out of their comfort zone and try new things, both in sports and in life. They give him something he didn’t quite expect: a way to reconnect with his passion for basketball. This is a story about the qualities we have in common and the things that still divide us in terms of race, culture, and history. Along the way, we get to know the kids, the coaches, the town of Whiteriver and Alchesay High, the tribe-but most of all, we get closer to Kareem, a man well into middle age who wants to pass along his knowledge and experience in basketball and life. Kareem gives something back, and in so doing receives more than he ever imagined.

In this ideal introduction to black history, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar examines the lives of heroic African Americans and offers their stories as inspiring examples for young people, who too rarely encounter positive black role models in history books or in the media. Profiled here are Peter Salem, the volunteer soldier who turned the tide at Bunker Hill; Joseph Cinque, leader of a daring revolt on the slave ship Amistad; Frederick Douglass, self-taught writer-orator and escaped slave who forced President Lincoln to issue the Emancipation Proclamation years ahead of schedule; Harriet Tubman, who led at least three hundred slaves to freedom; Lewis Latimer, whose scientific work was integral to the achievements of Bell and Edison; and many more.Shining a bright light on the touchstones of character, these exemplary stories reemphasize the integral role of African Americans in weaving the fabric of our nation and form an empowering legacy from which Americans of all ages can draw inspiration, wisdom, and pride.

My memories of Kareem are limited to his guest appearances on Different Strokes. Yup, I admitted that. Couldn’t find a YouTube clip though. Kareem’s publication history is impressive, especially since I don’t see Jordan, Bryant, or O’Neal writing any books. Maybe I’m wrong. Somebody better school me.

Happy reading, y’all.

What’s Obama Reading?

Did you ever wonder what George W. Bush read during his terms in office? I can’t say that I did. I do, however, often consider what pages the Obama family is turning. Joseph O’Neill, Obama’s latest notable author, seemed a bit cocky (but appreciative, yes) about earning the President’s stamp of approval. Read more from the Washington Post:

How much literary juice does the president have? Well, without it, O’Neill would have been holding a hardcover. After the Obama nod, Vintage Books rushed the paperback of the cricket-obsessed, post-9/11 novel into print, never mind the lamentable inability to slap a “Barack’s Book Club” label on it. “It’s all a little unreal, isn’t it?” O’Neill, 45, said in an interview before the ceremony. He said he was “thrilled” by the mention — he was an early Obama supporter — but promptly issued a caveat:

Novelists should believe strongly enough in what they do to say, “What’s the big deal? Why shouldn’t the president read my book?” O’Neill said. “Surely it’s not contended by anybody that the only valuable information about the world is to be found in briefing books.”

Although Random House released O’Neill’s novel this time last year, I hadn’t heard of it until now. In hopes of educating myself and my fellow readers, here’s the book summary AND excerpt:

Netherland by Joseph O’Neill

In a New York City made phantasmagorical by the events of 9/11, and left alone after his English wife and son return to London, Hans van den Broek stumbles upon the vibrant New York subculture of cricket, where he revisits his lost childhood and, thanks to a friendship with a charismatic and charming Trinidadian named Chuck Ramkissoon, begins to reconnect with his life and his adopted country. As the two men share their vastly different experiences of contemporary immigrant life in America, an unforgettable portrait emerges of an “other” New York populated by immigrants and strivers of every race and nationality.

EXCERPT: The afternoon before I left London for New York—Rachel had flown out six weeks previously—I was in my cubicle at work, boxing up my possessions, when a senior vice-president at the bank, an Englishman in his fifties, came to wish me well. I was surprised; he worked in another part of the building and in another department, and we were known to each other only by sight. Nevertheless, he asked me in detail about where I intended to live (“Watts? Which block on Watts?”) and reminisced for several minutes about his loft on Wooster Street and his outings to the “original” Dean & DeLuca. He was doing nothing to hide his envy.

“We won’t be gone for very long,” I said, playing down my good fortune. That was, in fact, the plan, conceived by my wife: to drop in on New York City for a year or three and then come back.

“You say that now,” he said. “But New York’s a very hard place to leave. And once you do leave . . .” The S.V.P., smiling, said, “I still miss it, and I left twelve years ago.”

It was my turn to smile—in part out of embarrassment, because he’d spoken with an American openness. “Well, we’ll see,” I said.

“Yes,” he said. “You will.”

His sureness irritated me, though principally he was pitiable—like one of those Petersburgians of yesteryear whose duties have washed him up on the wrong side of the Urals.

But it turns out he was right, in a way. Now that I, too, have left that city, I find it hard to rid myself of the feeling that life carries a taint of aftermath. This last-mentioned word, somebody once told me, refers literally to a second mowing of grass in the same season. You might say, if you’re the type prone to general observations, that New York City insists on memory’s repetitive mower—on the sort of purposeful postmortem that has the effect, so one is told and forlornly hopes, of cutting the grassy past to manageable proportions. For it keeps growing back, of course. None of this means that I wish I were back there now; and naturally I’d like to believe that my own retrospection is in some way more important than the old S.V.P.’s, which, when I was exposed to it, seemed to amount to not much more than a cheap longing. But there’s no such thing as a cheap longing, I’m tempted to conclude these days, not even if you’re sobbing over a cracked fingernail. Who knows what happened to that fellow over there? Who knows what lay behind his story about shopping for balsamic vinegar? He made it sound like an elixir, the poor bastard. (Read more . . . )

Happy reading, y’all.

Watch for the Hood

Mom, me, uncle, fellow grad student, sister, sister's boyfriend

No I already graduated
And you can live through anything if Magic made it.
- “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” / Kanye West

See what required reading earns you?

Neo-Soul Food Cooking

I’m far from a vegan. Meat is a beloved friend and I always notice when he’s missing from the dinner table. Believe it or not, I’m still interested in checking out Bryant Terry’s Vegan Soul cookbook for a couple of reasons. I’m always willing to try black cookbooks and learning new ways to prepare vegetables is always a plus—but please believe that my piece of marinated chicken breast will still be somewhere off to the side.

Bryant Terry has already managed to inspire a few kitchen gurus with his neo-soul food cooking. The following is excerpted from a recent Boston Globe article:

. . . “There is no one version of soul food,” says Terry. “I take issue with people confining it to the deep-fried fatty foods and sugary desserts, because African-American cuisine has evolved.”

“Vegan Soul Kitchen” is part of that evolution. Terry advocates replacing animal products with fruits, vegetables, and plant-based proteins such as beans, tofu, tempeh, and seitan. In a recipe for collard greens, flavor comes from a citrus reduction and raisins rather than pork fat. Other riffs on classics include a “chilled and grilled” salad of okra, corn, and tomatoes; sweet cornmeal-coconut butter drop biscuits; and a freshly-squeezed watermelon martini . . . (Read full article . . .)

Upon searching for Terry on YouTube, I discovered that Vegan Soul isn’t his first release. Check out the details on his first book, GRUB:

Grub: Ideas for an Urban Organic Kitchen

From making healthy food choices and preparing mouth-watering meals, to unmasking corporate flimflam and supporting sustainable farming, here is the complete guide for the young, the hip, the socially tuned-in – and for all who want to eat real food. In the past few decades, organic food has moved out of the patchouli-scented aisles of food co-ops and into over three-quarters of conventional grocery stores. Hand-in-glove, more and more of us are becoming aware of the social, environmental, and health benefits of organic eating, independent farming, and promoting “fair food.” Combining a straight-to-the-point exposé about the fake food filling our supermarkets and the compelling reasons for choosing organic, local, “fair” food, Grub helps all of us become a part of one of the most hopeful movements of the new century: a revolution in food and farming that is best for our bodies and the earth. With spirited and practical how-to’s for creating an affordable, easy-to-use organic kitchen and dozens of delectable recipes, Grub also offers the millions of people who buy organics fresh ideas and easy ways to cook with them. From the Valentine’s Day Decadence Dinner to the Straight-Edge Punk Brunch Buffet, Grub includes over a dozen menus paired with soundtracks to cook (and party) by and artwork and poetry evoking the spirit of Grub. If organic food has a user’s guide, this is it.

I don’t know about you, but it sure is nice to see so many black male chefs gaining such popularity. I’m excited, but must promise to remain loyal to G. Garvin. Happy reading, y’all.

Push (Precious) Movie Trailer/Poster Update!

The Shadow & Act blog posted the trailer for Push Precious and my excitement has moved up another notch. Since I only know how to post YouTube clips on WordPress, you’ll have to go to their blog to see it. Go now. Thanks to them for letting me borrow the movie poster link too. Great blog…

Happy reading, y’all. That means go read Push BEFORE you see the movie.

[Wednesday] Teasers

Monique from The Little Reading Nook blog has a Tuesday Teasers request that I decided to fulfill. Yes, I realize that’s it’s Wednesday. Her instructions note:

Grab your current read. Let the book fall open to a random page. Share with us two (2) “teaser” sentences from that page, somewhere between lines 7 and 12. You also need to share the title of the book that you’re getting your “teaser” from … that way people can have some great book recommendations if they like the teaser you’ve given! Please avoid spoilers!

So…I’m on page 29 (SHAME!) of The Ecstatic by Victor LaValle…and here is my random teaser:

Opposite the perfumes there were bath gels so I went along opening many, putting them to Grandma’s nose until she decided which one she liked. As she sniffed she pursed her lips close to the bottle. If I couldn’t be trusted to soap up I didn’t trust myself to choose.

What a finicky woman. On the twenty-third try, a hand lotion, she said, —This.

It didn’t smell like flowers; not candle wax or ocean water. Worst of the lot. It was dank. It smelled like dirt really. Hearth Scented Body Gel by Mennen.

—If you take one that’s too sweet, people will still smell you underneath. This one is strong, but not perfume. It will hide what you have done. (158)

I don’t follow directions well. I started at the top of the page AND I went over two (2) sentences. Forgive me, Monique, but thanks for motivating me to turn off the television for a second and get some reading done. Oh, but while we’re talking about LaValle, I should mention that he has an upcoming August book release. Learn more:

A fiendishly imaginative comic novel about doubt, faith, and the monsters we carry within us. Ricky Rice was as good as invisible: a middling hustler, recovering dope fiend, and traumatized suicide cult survivor running out the string of his life as a porter at a bus depot in Utica, New York. Until one day a letter appears, summoning him to the frozen woods of Vermont. There, Ricky is inducted into a band of paranormal investigators comprised of former addicts and petty criminals, all of whom had at some point in their wasted lives heard The Voice: a mysterious murmur on the wind, a disembodied shout, or a whisper in an empty room that may or may not be from God. Evoking the disorienting wonder of writers like Haruki Murakami and Kevin Brockmeier, but driven by Victor LaValle’s perfectly pitched comic sensibility BIG MACHINE is a mind-rattling literary adventure about sex, race, and the eternal struggle between faith and doubt.

Mos Def  is impressed. His book blurb mentions, “Big Machine is like nothing I’ve ever read, incredibly human and alien at the same time. LaValle writes like Gabriel Garcia Marquez mixed with Edgar Allen Poe, but this is even more than that. He’s written the first great book of the next America.” Right Mos. And I have to question whether he has truly read much by Edgar Allen Poe. I mean, we’ve all read “The Tell-Tale Heart,” right? Whatever. Anyway, Mos Def loved The Ecstatic so much that he titled his new album (June 9th) after the book. According to some other blogs, the cover will look something like this:

Read more about it at FroLab.

Happy reading, y’all.