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Barnes & Noble Book-fair for W&B

Hold off on that next Barnes & Noble purchase!

Don’t rush to buy that holiday gift!

Wait a bit longer to purchase the new album!

On December 14th Writers & Books will be participating in a Barnes & Noble Book-fair!

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What does that mean? We’ll explain:

On December 15th, head out to any participating Barnes & Noble nearby (that’s pretty much every store in the country that isn’t affiliated with a college). After you’ve perused the shelves of books, music, gifts and more, bring your purchases to the checkout. When you get there, tell the clerk that you are participating on behalf of Writers & Books.

You can also give them our ID number for the day: 12313185.

That’s it.

10% of your purchase on books, music, dvds, even cafe purchases, will go towards Writers & Books!

Can you use a gift card? Yes you can.

Can you use your educator discount and still support the book-fair? Sure can.

We’ll be camped out at the Barnes & Noble in Pittsford Plaza and will have readings, discussions, games and more going on throughout the day. All you need to do is come out and mention you’re there for W&B.

Can’t make it out on December 14th? More of an online shopper? Not a problem.

When checking out online, make sure to type in our ID number, 12313185, and Writers & books will still receive 10%! Even better, the online portion of the “W&B Book-fair” lasts for 5 days.

Questions? Call Chris Fanning at 473-2590 ext 104 or e-mail at

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Holiday Gifts at Writers & Books

For the reader or writer on your list…

*Gift certificates/memberships

It’s never been a better time to become a member of Writers & Books! Levels range from Youth and Individual memberships to Household to Patron. Enjoy tuition discounts on all classes and workshops, free or discounted admission to readings, performances, and events, 10% discount in our bookstore, and more! Gift certificates also make a great gift. Whether it’s for one of our more in-depth weekly workshops or a fun one-hour mini-workshop, there’s a workshop for everyone!

*Tuning Pages Readers Circle Membership

We still offer our Turning Pages Readers Circle membership level, one of Rochester’s most unique book clubs! Not familiar with the program? Click here to learn more. “Turning Pages offers delicious food for the literary soul.” – TPRC member

*Past Rochester Reads & Debut Novel Series books

Did you know our community reading program, Rochester Reads, was one of the first of its kind in the country? The goal of Rochester Reads is to encourage people to connect to others in our community through reading and discussion, and through the shared experience of literature. Start your Rochester Reads collection today.

*2019 Rochester Reads book choice American War by Omar El Akkad

This coming March, Rochester will welcome author Omar El Akkad for Rochester Reads 2019. His book, American War, is a powerful and surprisingly prescient novel about a second US Civil War in the late 21st century. After climate change led to political upheaval and a decimation of the population, a plague is unleashed and further devastates the country’s population. One family is caught in the middle of the divided regions and conflicted alliances and the effects of this fractured country on a young girl has consequences for generations. Pick up a copy and get ready for another exciting year of the Rochester Reads program!



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Lie–Cheat–Steal: An Outlaw’s Guide to #NaNoWriMo

Follow the adventures of Writers & Books staff member Tristan Tomaselli as he dives into National Novel Writing Month:

November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. It’s a masochistic, tortuous, anxiety fueled, death-race, pitting you against your imagination. It’s worse than a text ending with an ellipsis. The concept is simple enough, but how do you go about doing it? That’s what this blog-series will document: my attempt to hurl 35,000 words onto the wall to see what sticks.

November 1st – 4th, 2018

Day 1–Word Count: 0/35,000

Why did I say I would do this again? Like all blunders committed by humankind, it began with one well-meaning step, followed by another. Identify where it spills into calamity, just try. May as well pinpoint where on the road you fell asleep at the wheel.


Right. Let’s get down to it. If you haven’t had a chance to meet me behind the front desk of Writers & Books, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Tristan Tomaselli, and I claim to be a writer–claim. I seem to be ever chasing some brand of legitimacy, a place where I feel like I can say “I’m a writer” and mean it. I thought my BA in Creative Writing would do it. Wrong. Maybe a job in my field? Nope. Maybe teaching my first workshop? That’s a negatory good buddy. “Well…” I said to the dog one day while feeling guilty about playing video games, “It’s almost November.”


Two bravado-fueled tweets later, here I am.


Okay, we’ve introduced the protagonist, and given some cleverly embedded exposition about the central conflict, but they’re a little thin in the depth department. Lets round them out a little.


When it comes to form and craft, I like fragments, non-conventions, neologisms, the erratic and the dis-familiar. Sci-Fi and Postmodernism is where I feel the warmest. I’ve yet to complete a novel, though like many of us, I have a collection of mutant babies growing superfluous limbs that I call works in progress.


This is dragging a little. Let’s move the ring closer to Mordor already.


Day 4–word count: 23/35,000


So far I’ve pinned down a concept, drafted an outline, and written an opening line I’m happy with–for now. That’s the key to this: done is better than perfect. Yet I’m already falling behind. Advice for next year: have an outline ready by the 1st. It’s good to have a plan and a firm opening move, but it’s time to uptick that word count into the realm of the reasonable. That’s why I advocate for an outline in this process. There’s not much time to ponder the results of infinite outcomes. Solution: steal. No really, writers do it all the time. I took a chapter from factual history, broke it down into bullet points, then crammed in my own setting and characters. I don’t have to mimic historical figures, just move the plot to the same beats. George R.R. Martin took the War of the Roses (1455-1485) and came up with a rough plot for A Song of Fire and Ice, why can’t you?


This probably won’t be the first time I lie, cheat, or steal on this journey. Just remember: there’s a difference between absconding with a framework and plagiarism. You can Bonnie & Clyde your way through #NaNoWriMo all you want. Is there any other way?

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“Not Less, But More” by Reyna Grande

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When Hispanic Heritage Month began, Trump hosted a celebration where he praised the Latino community for our contributions to the U.S. In his speech, he proclaimed that Hispanics “inspire the nation,” that we “make our country flourish and prosper.” I wasn’t fooled by Trump’s empty rhetoric and didn’t join in on his fiesta.

I know how he celebrates my community.

To give us a taste of what he’d planned for his Hispanic Heritage Month celebration, he created a “denaturalization task force” to hunt down naturalized American citizens who allegedly lied on their applications and strip them of their citizenship. Then, he began denying passports to Latino Americans born near the southern border and accused them of using fraudulent birth certificates. Six days before his speech, he carried out the expansion of the tent city in Tornillo, Texas, so it could hold up to 3,600 unaccompanied minors.

While his fiesta at the White House was underway, and he was giving his speech about how incredible the Latino community is, hundreds of Latino children in shelters across the country were being quietly transported on buses to the tent city where they will remain in an indefinite period of detention in a place unregulated by child welfare authorities. There, in the middle of a barren desert, sleeping in bunks with little access to education, legal services, or the love of their families, these children will be forced to endure even more trauma.

If that wasn’t enough celebration, five days after Trump’s speech, his administration announced a new rule that would shame and punish immigrant families by denying legal immigrants a green card if they have ever received government assistance or were likely to do so in the future.

Shame and punishment is what Trump is serving during this Hispanic Heritage Month. His current policies have revived painful memories of the times I’ve been shamed and punished for being an immigrant. Luckily for me, I’ve also met people along the way who knew the true meaning of “celebration.”

The shame began at the first school I enrolled in after crossing the border. When I first arrived in Los Angeles as an undocumented immigrant, I spoke no English. Upon discovering this, my fifth-grade teacher pointed to the table in the farthest corner of her classroom and sent me there. For the rest of the year, I sat there, silent, as the shame of her neglect took root: the shame of being a Mexican, a border-crosser, a Spanish speaker.

When I wrote a story for a school competition in the only language I knew, my teacher put my story in the reject pile without a second glance, and in doing so rejected me, rejected who I was. “This is a country where we speak English, not Spanish,” Trump once said in an interview. He was giving voice to the message my teacher had given me long ago.

Despite working hard to adjust to an English-speaking American world, the reward for my effort was even more shame. I couldn’t explain why I wasn’t in the books I read at school or borrowed from the public library. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed girls were on the covers of the books I devoured, like Sweet Valley High and The Babysitters Club, which gave me unexpected access to white, middle-class America. Reading about an American life that could never be mine and characters who I could never be like, I felt more inadequate than ever. This is what I do not have. This is who I am not. This is who I will never be.

By the time I arrived at Pasadena City College, I had little desire to celebrate anything about my Latino identity. And if it hadn’t been for my English professor, Diana Savas, I might have lost it completely. Diana taught me to celebrate my Latino identity by introducing me to the works of writers I could relate to: Helena María Viramontes, Sandra Cisneros, Isabel Allende, Julia Alvarez, authors who wrote books with characters who looked like me and lived in the same world I lived in. I finally felt visible. Diana encouraged me to pursue a career in writing and honor my community by telling our stories.

I transferred to the University of California, Santa Cruz to pursue a degree in creative writing. I was usually the only Latina in my writing classes. The stories I submitted to my fiction teacher were about a world—an experience—neither she nor my classmates knew anything about.

“You have a wild imagination,” my teacher would say of my autobiographical stories of Mexican poverty, immigration, and broken homes. I wanted to tell her that her job was to critique my craft, not my cultural experiences, but my shame kept me silent.

That same term, I took Chicano literature with professor Marta Navarro, who read my work and taught me that my immigrant experience wasn’t something to be ashamed of. “You are now bilingual, bicultural, and binational,” she said. “You are not less. You are more.” She made me see that being an immigrant had transformed me into twice the girl I would otherwise have been. It was my first time thinking of my immigrant identity as something to be celebrated, not rejected.

When I graduated, I set out toward the goal of using my “wild imagination” to build bridges and chip away at walls with stories about my heritage and my life. When my agent and I sought a publisher, I encountered shame again. There were too many rejections. One editor said that nobody was going to care about the story of a Mexican immigrant girl. Then finally, editor Malaika Adero offered me my first contract and in doing so helped me cross the invisible border between the seen and the unseen, the heard and the unheard.

Like most immigrants, I have been told again and again to go back to where I came from. At a book reading in Texas, a woman came to humiliate and yell at me, accusing me of writing stories that promote illegal immigration. She must have missed the harsh reality at the core of my stories—my kind of writing doesn’t encourage others to come here. Hours after the publication of my essay in defense of immigrant families, a reader wrote me demanding, “How much of the world are we supposed to save?”

It isn’t about “saving” anyone. It’s about valuing human potential and acknowledging the inequality of opportunity throughout the world. It’s about treating people with dignity and respect. But these are things that Trump and people like him don’t understand.

During this Hispanic Heritage Month, while undocumented immigrant children are imprisoned in tents as punishment for daring to set foot on U.S. soil, or while immigrant parents are being forced to choose between providing access to health care, housing, and food for their children or a chance at legal permanent residency, my biggest hope is that we as a society will work harder to speak up and stand up for the immigrant community, that we will embody the true meaning of celebration.

I believe what my teacher told me so many years ago—that I am twice the person I used to be. The U.S. is a country of immigrants, and to those who believe that our immigrant and multicultural identity is a detriment, a source of great shame and not our greatest asset, I say because of immigrants, the U.S. is twice the country it might otherwise have been. We are not less, we are more.

Now let’s show our president how to throw a real fiesta.