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2013 USA Best Book Awards!
Your book Robin’s Blue has been honored as a “Finalist” in the “Fiction: Chick Lit/Women’s Lit” category.
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Pam Alster, former TV writer & suburban mom brings a decade of living on the dark side to light in her novel debut Robin’s Blue available now in Kindle and Paperback. www.pamalster.com Find her on Facebook, Goodreads and Twitter @plexigirl

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Robin’s Blue  – Pam Alster  (2012)

This story follows the life of a self-destructive young woman, Robin Daniels, through the 1970s and 1980s.  The novel begins with Robin being a hard partying sixteen-year-old who becomes involved with drugs and married men.  We follow Robin as she continually makes dangerous choices through her life.  Her drug use escalates and she supports herself by drifting between men and eventually getting sucked into prostitution.  Throughout the novel, Robin has points where the reader hopes she sees her reality and will choose the right path, however, Robin just spirals continually downward.  Robin’s intelligence is obvious, yet frustrating to the reader.  This dark novel is depressing, yet incredibly well written. (AO)

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Pam Alster, former TV writer & suburban mom brings a decade of living on the dark side to light in her novel debut Robin’s Blue available now in Kindle and Paperback. www.pamalster.com Find her on Facebook, Goodreads and Twitter @plexigirl

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Thanks to Broadway World for their thoughtful review (below) and for “getting” Robin’s journey.
Pam Alster, former TV writer & suburban mom brings a decade of living on the dark side to light in her novel debut Robin’s Blue available now in Kindle and Paperback. www.pamalster.com Find her on Facebook, Goodreads and Twitter @plexigirl.
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Happy to announce that my book finally made it to #1 on Amazon Bestsellers List today. There’s a lot of great indie-fiction out there, so I’m honored and glad to see that people still like reading long-form. Hoping the fire is well-stoked and that people will continue to buy/share Robin’s Blue while I move on to my next projects.

Thanks to all the indie-bloggers who reviewed me, helped with the promotions and invited me for interviews. And thanks to Kim Castle for the gorgeous cover design.

 Pam Alster, former TV writer & suburban mom brings a decade of living on the dark side to light in her novel debut Robin’s Blue available now in Kindle and Paperback. www.pamalster.com Find her on Facebook, Goodreads and Twitter @plexigirl.

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It’s hard to believe that less than a month ago Robin’s Blue was published. It was a long road. Ten years to be exact. And no easy feat. There was a lot of market study, design and prep. But it’s paid off. 12,000 sales in two weeks, top listing on Amazon Bestsellers.

I’ve received mostly good, but also, some very bad reviews. I try to avoid looking at the remarks but I crane my neck toward the car wreck, nonetheless. My husband noticed, the assertions seem to be consistent with each other. Outrage at the despicable behavior of my characters. Some simply refuse to believe that there was a time when AIDS wasn’t on the tip of everyone’s tongue, that children were wholly unsupervised or kicked out of the house by the time they were teenagers, that overt recreational drug use was more of an expected behavior than a considered handicap. But I can say, having lived to tell, that it WAS totally like that.

I’m thrilled that I’ve received unsolicited kudo’s beyond my close-knit circle. An author on Twitter used the word “verisimilitude” to describe my writing. I had to look it up to make sure he wasn’t insulting me. I was pleasantly surprised with and grateful for the compliment coming from a fellow writer.

I’ve been asked about my “research” for my heroine Robin. I didn’t have too look far, she was everywhere in those days. Just watch the movie Almost Famous –there were half the girls I grew up with. We all made a life for ourselves beyond the party, after those tumultuous late teen and early twenty years.

I’ll discuss more in future blogs. I’m excited now about my decade of work reaching an audience. And I’m going to enjoy that for the time being. If you haven’t gotten it yet, do. And if you happen to live near me, I’ll be happy to sign your copy.

Pam Alster, former TV writer & suburban mom brings a decade of living on the dark side to light in her novel debut Robin’s Blue available now in Kindle and Paperback. www.pamalster.com Find her on Facebook and Twitter @plexigirl.

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              I don’t remember Mommy dying, only the finned taillights of my father’s car pulling away from Nana’s curb, the smell of skinless paprika chicken baking in the kitchen, the chime of a grandfather clock. Fragments: Up, Up and Away by the 5th Dimension, Chanel No. 5, a guitar. Mommy’s death marked the passing of my happiness but since I learned early that people didn’t respond well to gloom, I achieved an astounding ruse of lightheartedness.

             Saying my mother died of complications due to infectious pneumonia became like saying my name was Robin Elizabeth Daniels. It was my moniker, like being born in Philadelphia, October 25th 1962, like being the skinny, funny one of the two Daniels girls, like having a stepmother who didn’t attendPTA meetings. It wasn’t the grief that fell like a curtain over the face of the recipient of this information, it wasn’t my daily incubus of suffering to bare, it wasn’t my mother, the floating apparition, who haunted my waking hours, because her image faded with each day that passed. Pictures. I have them. Flat perfect squares of color –a diaper clad toddler at the beach, a woman kissing her, holding her with one hand, a bucket in the other, my sister Melanie in the background splashing knee-high in the breakers.

             Daddy didn’t talk about my mother; he didn’t not talk about her either. She was the pervasive sidestepped presence. Melanie and I only spoke about her in private. For me it was because I didn’t want to bring our desolation out for inspection, but for my sister, I think it was because she kept her grief like a polished trophy for herself and never trusted Daddy to share in it. She involved me in remembrances as a sounding board, not as a confidante, I’m certain. But it wasn’t like Daddy ever referred to Mommy in any of the ways I’d seen in movies or on TV when a mother has died, like “You remind me of her,” or “She lit up every room she entered,” or “She loved the rain.” Instead, she was a constant vaporous tableau, mentioned randomly, thoughtlessly and regrettably at once in the same breath.

            And I assumed that because Daddy lived instead of Mommy, he loved me unconditionally despite his absence, his anger, and my striking resemblance to the woman who’d forsaken him.

Available in Paperback and on Kindle November 1st.

 

Pam Alster, former stand-up comedienne, Lifetime TV writer & suburban mom brings a decade of living on the dark side to light in her debut novel Robin’s Blue available everywhere November 1st. www.pamalster.com Find her on Facebook and Twitter @plexigirl.

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