Monday Hangovers - Gwenda Bond

At io9: 8 Alleged Resting Places of the Ark of the Covenant.
A truly must-read interview with the fabulous Cassie Clare at RaceBending.com. Snippet: "As long as the idea that “white is mainstream” remains endemic in the media I think this will be a problem. Individual writers who are lucky enough to have some say over their covers can fight it on an individual level. But most writers are not that lucky."
Claire LeGrand on debut author anxiety.
A good post about conquering "spinach scenes" at YA Highway.
Kiersten White on the secret to getting published. (Note: There is no secret.)
Cheryl Klein makes some changes to her plot checklist.
There is Flowers in the Attic BUSINESS AFOOT at Leila's.
Movie Star Makeover has been doing a wonderful series of posts on Edith Head. The latest.
A photo journey through Roswell and Area 51 at the Awl.
As part of the YALSA Hub's month-long series on the next big thing in YA, Erin Daly proposes one of those is more Fringe readalikes, books I admire are discussed and Blackwood is mentioned. (Miranda would be pleased.)
Speaking of very nice shout-outs for le book, I was delighted by the three for Friday rec last week from a bookshop I hope to someday visit, Mostly Books in Abingdon-on-Thames. (Especially since I also adore Sara Zarr's How to Save a Life and am very much looking forward to reading the Raven Boys.)
And one last little Blackwood-related piece of geekery. The Kentucky Reading Association people (who are absolutely fab) had arranged for table centerpieces at the author luncheon, specific to the author at that table's book. Here was mine:

There's even FREAK graffiti on the car! I was allowed to take this home and it now lives–slightly rearranged–on the mantlepiece in the office. And it was such fun hanging out with the lovely attendees and getting a good chunk of chatter time with Bethany Griffin and Saundra Mitchell, whose table displays were also super-cool. (And Saundra and I managed to get signing tables next to each other after lunch, which enabled us to both pimp each other's books and gab-gab-gab). Suffice to say: yay.