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Barry Trotter (Book 1)

The Hogwash School for Wizards was the most famous school in the wizarding world, and Barry Trotter was its most famous student. His mere presence made sure that every year twenty candidates applied for every open spot, no matter how rapacious Hogwash's tuition became. As a result, Barry and the school had come to an unspoken agreement: regardless of his grades, Barry could remain at Hogwash for as long as he wished. He had just begun his eleventh year...

Freshman

Sleepy with boredom and gassy from lunch, Hart Fox sat in the hard plastic chair outside his dean's office. A kid walked in the door, pink detention slip in hand, bobbing his head a little so that the purple spikes of his mohawk didn't get bent on the transom. He slumped down next to Hart. Hart nodded--he remembered tis joker from sophomore American History, constantly arguing in favor of anarcho-syndicalism. Was his name Henry?...

Sophomore

Arcing lazily through the air, the Frisbee smacked against the window. “Ooo-oo!” a chiseled and shirtless boy teased as it wobbleplummeted to the ground. “Sarah's in troub-le!”The beauty-boy was righter than he knew: Of all the windows on campus to hit, this one was the worst. It belonged to Stutts’ Professor of Clandestine Affairs, Glenbard North, who had destroyed more students than there were blades of grass on the freshly resodded Old Quad below...

Coming Soon!

All you really gotta know is, I'm writing new things constantly and the more I write, the better my books get. So if you've read my earlier work--and millions of you have--we should keep in touch. This fall, at least one and maybe two new books will be available: a Dickens parody AND a comic mystery loosely based on The Beatles. Drop me an email at mikesnewbooks[at]gmail[dot]com, and I'll be sure to let you know release dates, special deals, etc.
C'mon, do it! It'll be fun.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Here in the US, we celebrate our country...

...by not working. So I'm not doing Newsbreaks today. Instead, I may go to the beach, or work on a book, or research a troublesome medical condition. THAT's the way to celebrate independence.

In the meantime, I've added some pals to the blogroll:
--Dennis Perrin's new site;
--"writer, actor, and radio guy" Charlie Schroeder;
--and comedian Dirk Voetberg.

See you tomorrow!

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Newsbreaks for Tuesday



Audio version is here.

According to the AP, the owners of “Dracula’s Castle” in Romania are putting it up for sale. Marilyn Manson just called his accountant.

The Habsburg family (yes, those Hapsburgs, not the Schenectady Habsburgs) are asking for $135 million. Or its equivalent in virgins.

450,000 people a year visit the museum, mostly Goth couples looking to put a little zing back in the relationshipr.

According to legend, the notorious Vlad the Impaler spent one night in Bran Castle back in the 1400s. Why only one night, I wonder? “These stakes are too round! I specifically asked for a seven-o’clock wake up and ten sharp stakes! What am I supposed to do, beat someone? Is my name Vlad the Beater? No, it’s Vlad the Impaler!…I swear, I’ll never trust Travelocity again.”

Monday, July 2, 2007

Newsbreaks for Monday



Audio version is here.

Hey, has anybody else heard about this new thing called the iPhone? Some guy just told me Apple is making a cell phone or something. If I find out any more about it, I’ll tell you.

Seriously, Geekoamericans are going bonkers for this thing. There haven’t been lines like these since the last Star Wars movie...Okay, bad example.

Before it came out, people were worried that the touchscreen would scratch. I say that's a small price to pay for being able to browse the web with my tongue.

Some people have been taking them apart, to find out how they’re made. “There’s a little man in there, I just know it.”

When I came home Saturday, my wife said. "Is that an iPhone in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?...Oh. I was hoping it was an iPhone.