The Triumphs and Travails of Talisman Turner: a Romantic Comedy NovelBy: Cinda Fernando
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Book 1: The Triumphs and Travails of Talisman Turner (approx. 90,000 words); Book 2: Talisman Turner Minds the Gap (approx. 95,000 words); Book 3: Coming, summer 2013!
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|Title of eBook: The Triumphs and Travails of Talisman Turner: a Romantic Comedy Novel|
|Release Date: 08-31-2012|
|Publisher: (Indie Author)|
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The Triumphs and Travails of Talisman Turner: a Romantic Comedy Novel
“This is the year; it’s going to be the year.” Carried by an April breeze, the gruff voice comes through my bedroom window. I glower at the old man walking in front of my apartment building. He doffs his cap at no one in particular. I slam the glass pane down and return to smiling in the mirror as long and as hard as I possibly can. It’s Wednesday, 10:30 AM, and I’m hoping this effort will make me feel happy.
I know the idea seems absurd, but it’s a psychological theory backed by scientific research. According to the facial feedback hypothesis, through a process of self-perception or by increasing the flow of air-cooled blood to the brain, contracting my facial muscles into a smile should make me feel happier.
Instead, my jaw muscles hurt, and I feel like I’ve taken my face for a 6:00 AM jog to the Commons and back. I stop my forced smiling and look out the window again. The tenant across the street hangs a Red Sox banner from his window. He waves. I scowl.
Stupid Sox. This is going to be the year, this is going to be the year, this is going to be the year when the Sox are going to win the World Series and prove Babe Ruth wrong. When is it going to be the year when New England men shut up about their beloved baseball team and do something more productive?...