{"id":7886,"date":"2020-08-03T06:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-08-03T10:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/?p=7886"},"modified":"2020-08-02T17:34:50","modified_gmt":"2020-08-02T21:34:50","slug":"blog-tour-lobizona-by-romina-garber-excerpt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/blog-tour-lobizona-by-romina-garber-excerpt\/","title":{"rendered":"Blog Tour: Lobizona by  Romina Garber (Excerpt!)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"ubb-blog-tour-banner\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.wednesdaybooks.com\" target=\"_blank\"><img src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Lobizona_BlogTourBanner_Use-before-8.4.png\" alt=\"Blog Tour: Lobizona by  Romina Garber (Excerpt!)\"><\/a><\/p><p>Happy Monday and welcome to my stop on the LOBIZONA blog tour! I&#8217;m so excited because today I have an excerpt of the book to share with you! This book is truly amazing and I&#8217;m so so excited to for you to find out more about LOBIZONA and Romina Garber!<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Triangle-Banner-Summer-2020.png\" alt=\"Divider\" \/><\/p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/lobizona-cover.png\" alt=\"Blog Tour: Lobizona by  Romina Garber (Excerpt!)\" title=\"Blog Tour: Lobizona by  Romina Garber (Excerpt!)\" class=\"ubb-cover-image alignleft\"><strong>Lobizona<\/strong> by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/authors\/romina-garber\/\">Romina Garber<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/authors\/romina-russell\/\">Romina Russell<\/a> <br><strong>Series:<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/series\/wolves-of-no-world\/\">Wolves of No World #1<\/a> <br><strong>Published on<\/strong>  August 4, 2020 by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/publishers\/wednesday-books\/\">Wednesday Books<\/a> <br><strong>Genres:<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/genres\/ya\/\">YA<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/genres\/fantasy\/\">Fantasy<\/a> <br><strong>Pages:<\/strong> 400 <br><strong>Add to <\/strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/51179882-lobizona\" target=\"_blank\">Goodreads<\/a> <br><blockquote class=\"ubb-synopsis\"><p><b>Some people<\/b><b> ARE illegal.<\/b><\/p>\n<p><b>Lobizonas do NOT exist.<\/b><\/p>\n<p><b>Both of these statements are false.<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Manuela Azul has been crammed into an existence that feels too small for her. As an undocumented immigrant who's on the run from her father's Argentine crime-family, Manu is confined to a small apartment and a small life in Miami, Florida.<br \/>\nUntil Manu's protective bubble is shattered.<br \/>\nHer surrogate grandmother is attacked, lifelong lies are exposed, and her mother is arrested by ICE. Without a home, without answers, and finally without shackles, Manu investigates the only clue she has about her past--a mysterious \"Z\" emblem\u2014which leads her to a secret world buried within our own. A world connected to her dead father and his criminal past. A world straight out of Argentine folklore, where the seventh consecutive daughter is born a bruja and the seventh consecutive son is a lobiz\u00f3n, a werewolf. A world where her unusual eyes allow her to belong.<br \/>\nAs Manu uncovers her own story and traces her real heritage all the way back to a cursed city in Argentina, she learns it's not just her U.S. residency that's illegal. . . .<i>it's her entire existence<\/i>.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\t\t<script type=\"application\/ld+json\">\n{\n\t\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\n\t\"@type\":\"Review\",\n\t\"datePublished\": \"2020-08-03T10:00:00+00:00\",\n\t\"description\": \"Happy Monday and welcome to my stop on the LOBIZONA blog tour! I'm so excited because today I have an excerpt of the book to share with you! 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I can tell by the well-rested feeling in my bones\u2014I don\u2019t sleep this well any other time of the month.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The first thing I\u2019m aware of as I sit up\u00a0 is an urgent need\u00a0 to use the bathroom. My muscles are heavy from lack of use, and it takes some concentration to keep my steps light so I won\u2019t wake Ma or Perla. I leave the lights off to avoid meeting my gaze in the mirror, and after tossing out my heavy-duty period pad and replacing it with a tampon, I tiptoe back to Ma\u2019s and my room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I\u2019m always disoriented after lunaritis, so I feel separate from my waking life as I survey my teetering stacks of journals and used books, Ma\u2019s yoga mat and collection of weights, and the posters on the wall of the planets and constellations I hope to visit one day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After a moment, my shoulders slump in disappointment.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This month has officially peaked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I yank the bleach-stained blue sheets off the mattress and slide out the pillows from their cases, balling up the bedding to wash later. My body feels like a crumpled piece of paper that needs to be stretched, so I plant my feet together in the tiny area between the bed and the door, and I raise my hands and arch my back, lengthening my spine disc by disc. The pull on my tendons releases stored tension, and I exhale in relief.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Something tugs at my consciousness, an unresolved riddle that must have timed out when I surfaced . . . but the harder I focus, the quicker I forget. Swinging my head forward, I reach down to touch my toes and stretch my spine the other way\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My ears pop so hard, I gasp.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I stumble back to the mattress, and I cradle my head in my hands as a rush of noise invades my mind. The buzzing of a fly in the window blinds, the gunning of a car engine on the street below, the groaning of our building\u2019s prehistoric eleva- tor. Each sound is so crisp, it\u2019s like a filter was just peeled back from my hearing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My pulse picks up as I slide my hands away from my temples to trace the outlines of my ears. I think the top parts feel a little . . . <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">pointier.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I ignore the tingling in my eardrums as I cut through the living room to the kitchen, and I fill a stained green bowl with cold water. Ma\u2019s asleep on the turquoise couch because we don\u2019t share our bed this time of the month. She says I thrash around too much in my drugged dreams.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I carefully shut the apartment door behind me as I step out into the building\u2019s hallway, and I crack open our neighbor\u2019s window to slide the bowl through. A black cat leaps over to lap up the drink.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHola, Mimitos,\u201d I say, stroking his velvety head. Since we\u2019re both confined to this building, I hear him meowing any time his owner, Fanny, forgets to feed him. I think she\u2019s going senile.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019ll take you up with me later, after lunch. And I\u2019ll bring you some turkey,\u201d I add, shutting the window again quickly. I usually let him come with me, but I prefer to spend the morn- ings after lunaritis alone. Even if I\u2019m no longer dreaming, I\u2019m not awake either.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My heart is still beating unusually fast as I clamber up six flights of stairs. But I savor the burn of my sedentary muscles, and when at last I reach the highest point, I swing open the door to the rooftop.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s not quite morning yet, and the sky looks like blue- tinged steel. Surrounding me are balconies festooned with colorful clotheslines, broken-down properties with boarded- up windows, fuzzy-leaved palm trees reaching up from the pitted streets . . . and in the distance, the ground and sky blur where the Atlantic swallows the horizon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">El Retiro is a rundown apartment complex with all elderly residents\u2014mostly Cuban, Colombian, Venezuelan, Nicara- guan, and Argentine immigrants. There\u2019s just one slow, loud elevator in the building, and since I\u2019m the youngest person here, I never use it in case someone else needs it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I came up here hoping for a breath of fresh air, but since it\u2019s summertime, there\u2019s no caress of a breeze to greet me. Just the suffocating embrace of Miami\u2019s humidity.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Smothering me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I close my eyes and take in deep gulps of musty oxygen, trying to push the dread down to where it can\u2019t touch me. The way Perla taught me to do whenever I get anxious.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My metamorphosis started this year. I first felt something <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">was different four full moons ago, when I no longer needed to squint to study the ground from up here. I simply opened my eyes to perfect vision.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The following month, my hair thickened so much that I had to buy bigger clips to pin it back. Next menstrual cycle came the growth spurt that left my jeans three inches too short, and last lunaritis I awoke with such a heightened sense of smell that I could sniff out what Ma and Perla had for dinner all three nights I was out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s bad enough to feel the outside world pressing in on me, but now even my insides are spinning out of my control.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As Perla\u2019s breathing exercises relax my thoughts, I begin\u00a0 to feel the stirrings of my dreamworld calling me back. I slide onto the rooftop\u2019s ledge and lie back along the warm cement, my body as stagnant as the stale air. A dragon-shaped cloud comes apart like cotton, and I let my gaze drift with Miami\u2019s hypnotic sky, trying to call up the dream\u2019s details before they fade . . .<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What Ma and Perla don\u2019t know about the Septis is they don\u2019t simply sedate me for sixty hours\u2014<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">they transport me.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Every lunaritis, I visit the same nameless land of magic and mist and monsters. There\u2019s the golden grass that ticks off time by turning silver as the day ages; the black-leafed trees that can cry up storms, their dewdrop tears rolling down their bark to form rivers; the colorful waterfalls that warn onlookers of oncoming danger; the hope-sucking Sombras that dwell in darkness and attach like parasitic shadows . . .<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And the Citadel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s a place I instinctively know I\u2019m not allowed to go, yet I\u2019m always trying to get to. Whenever I think I\u2019m going to make it inside, I wake up with a start.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Picturing the black stone wall, I see the thorny ivy that <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">twines across its surface like a nest of guardian snakes, slithering and bunching up wherever it senses a threat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The sharper the image, the sleepier I feel, like I\u2019m slowly sliding back into my dream, until I reach my hand out tentatively. If I could just move faster than the ivy, I could finally grip the opal doorknob before the thorns\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Howling breaks my reverie.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I blink, and the dream disappears as I spring to sitting and scour the battered buildings. For a moment, I\u2019m sure I heard a wolf.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My spine locks at the sight of a far more dangerous threat: A cop car is careening in the distance, its lights flashing and siren wailing. Even though the black-and-white is still too far away to see me, I leap down from the ledge and take cover behind it, the old mantra running through my mind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Don\u2019t come here, don\u2019t come here, don\u2019t come here.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A familiar claustrophobia claws at my skin, an affliction forged of rage and shame and powerlessness that\u2019s been my companion as long as I\u2019ve been in this country. Ma tells me I should let <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">her <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">worry about this stuff and only concern myself with studying, so when our papers come through, I can take my GED and one day make it to NASA\u2014but it\u2019s impossible not to worry when I\u2019m constantly having to hide.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My muscles don\u2019t uncoil until the siren\u2019s howling fades and the police are gone, but the morning\u2019s spell of stillness has broken. A door slams, and I instinctively turn toward the pink building across the street that\u2019s tattooed with territorial graffiti. Where the alternate version of me lives.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I call her <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Other Manu.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The first thing I ever noticed about her was her Argentine f\u00fatbol jersey: <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">#10 Lionel Messi. <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then I saw her face and realized we look a lot alike. I was reading Borges at the time, and <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">it occurred to me that she and I could be the same person in overlapping parallel universes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But it\u2019s an older man and not Other Manu who lopes down the street. She wouldn\u2019t be up this early on a Sunday anyway. I arch my back again, and thankfully this time, the only pop I hear is in my joints.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The sun\u2019s golden glare is strong enough that I almost wish I had my sunglasses. But this rooftop is sacred to me because it\u2019s the only place where Ma doesn\u2019t make me wear them, since no one else comes up here.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I\u2019m reaching for the stairwell door when I hear it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Faint footsteps are growing louder, like someone\u2019s racing up. My heart shoots into my throat, and I leap around the corner right as the door swings open.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The person who steps out is too light on their feet to be someone who lives here. No El Retiro resident could make it up the stairs that fast. I flatten myself against the wall.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCreo que encontr\u00e9 algo, pero por ahora no quiero decir nada.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Whenever Ma is upset with me, I have a habit of translating her words into English without processing them. I asked Perla about it to see if it\u2019s a common bilingual thing, and she said it\u2019s probably my way of keeping Ma\u2019s anger at a distance; if I can deconstruct her words into language\u2014something detached that can be studied and dissected\u2014I can strip them of their charge.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As my anxiety kicks in, my mind goes into automatic translation mode: <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I think I found something, but I don\u2019t want to say anything yet.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The woman or girl (it\u2019s hard to tell her age) has a deep, throaty voice that\u2019s sultry and soulful, yet her singsongy accent is unquestionably Argentine. Or Uruguayan. They sound similar.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My cheek is pressed to the wall as I make myself as flat as possible, in case she crosses my line of vision.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSi tengo raz\u00f3n, me har\u00e1n la capitana m\u00e1s joven en la historia de los Cazadores.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If I\u2019m right, they\u2019ll make me the youngest captain in the history of the . . . <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Cazadores? That means <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">hunters.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In my eight years living here, I\u2019ve never seen another person on this rooftop. Curious, I edge closer, but I don\u2019t dare peek around the corner. I want to see this stranger\u2019s face, but not badly enough to let her see mine.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201c\u00bfEl encuentro es ahora? Che, Nacho, \u00bfvos no me podr\u00edas cubrir?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Is the meeting right now? Couldn\u2019t you cover for me, Nacho?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">che <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">and <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">vos <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">sound like Argentinespeak. What if it\u2019s Other Manu?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The exciting possibility brings me a half step closer, and now my nose is inches from rounding the corner. Maybe I can sneak a peek without her noticing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOkay,\u201d I hear her say, and her voice sounds like she\u2019s just a few paces away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I suck in a quick inhale, and before I can overthink it, I pop my head out\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And see the door swinging shut.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I scramble over and tug it open, desperate to spot even a hint of her hair, any clue at all to confirm it was Other Manu\u2014 but she\u2019s already gone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">All that remains is a wisp of red smoke that vanishes with the swiftness of a morning cloud.<\/span><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">From <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lobizona<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.\u00a0 Copyright \u00a9 2020 by Romina Garber and reprinted by permission of Wednesday Books.<\/span><\/h6>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Triangle-Banner-Summer-2020.png\" alt=\"Divider\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7693\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/All-About-the-Author-Summer-2020.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/All-About-the-Author-Summer-2020.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/All-About-the-Author-Summer-2020-300x59.png 300w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/All-About-the-Author-Summer-2020-768x150.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-8022 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/Romina-Garber_Credit-Drew-Bordeaux-200x300.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/Romina-Garber_Credit-Drew-Bordeaux-200x300.png 200w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/Romina-Garber_Credit-Drew-Bordeaux-683x1024.png 683w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/Romina-Garber_Credit-Drew-Bordeaux-768x1152.png 768w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/Romina-Garber_Credit-Drew-Bordeaux.png 1000w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>ROMINA GARBER<\/strong> (pen name Romina Russell) is a\u00a0<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">New York Times<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0and international bestselling author. Originally from Argentina, she landed her first writing gig as a teen\u2014a weekly column for the\u00a0<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Miami Herald<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0that was later nationally syndicated\u2014and she hasn\u2019t stopped writing since. Her books include\u00a0<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lobizona<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. When she\u2019s not working on a novel, Romina can be found producing movie trailers, taking photographs, or daydreaming about buying a new drum set. She is a graduate of Harvard College and a Virgo to the core.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7694\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Follow-the-Author-Summer-2020.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Follow-the-Author-Summer-2020.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Follow-the-Author-Summer-2020-300x59.png 300w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Follow-the-Author-Summer-2020-768x150.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/rominagarber.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Website<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/17328361.Romina_Garber\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Goodreads <\/a>| <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/RominaRussell\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Twitter<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> | <a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/rominagarber\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Instagram<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Triangle-Banner-Summer-2020.png\" alt=\"Divider\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7697\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Tell-Me-Your-Thoughts-Summer-2020.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Tell-Me-Your-Thoughts-Summer-2020.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Tell-Me-Your-Thoughts-Summer-2020-300x59.png 300w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Tell-Me-Your-Thoughts-Summer-2020-768x150.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Doesn&#8217;t this book sound amazing? I&#8217;ve added it to my tbr, have you added it to yours? Let me know in the comments and have a splendiferous day!<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7699\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Well-Wishes-Candy-Fishes-Kait-summer-2020.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"320\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Well-Wishes-Candy-Fishes-Kait-summer-2020.png 600w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Well-Wishes-Candy-Fishes-Kait-summer-2020-300x160.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Happy Monday and welcome to my stop on the LOBIZONA blog tour! I&#8217;m so excited because today I have an excerpt of the book to share with you! 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