We love it when Chef Amanda and author Padma Venkatraman pair up to share a recipe and writing prompt for our Boyds Mills family! Padma creates the prompts based on a book from one of our Boyds Mills faculty, and Chef Amanda shares a recipe from the kitchen at the Barn.
Chris Tebbetts is a novelist, writing teacher, and generous speaker. He’s collaborated on many middle grade stories with fellow writers including James Patterson. In 2019 Chris brought us his debut young adult novel, ME, MYSELF, & HIM which unfolds in dual storylines.
ME, MYSELF, & HIM uses two alternate timelines (dual narratives) by creating parallel stories for one narrator, through which we explore possibilities and “what might have been”. ME, MYSELF, & HIM is one of those rare books that is both an incredibly creative work of experimental fiction, as well as a moving exploration of reality, responsibility, relationships, and choice. In a starred review, Booklist notes ME, MYSELF, & HIM as “wildly ingenious” and I couldn’t agree more!
An excerpt from the book (page 205):
ME, MYSELF & HIM, written by Chris Tebbetts
Chris Tebbetts is a novelist, writing teacher, and generous speaker. He’s collaborated on many middle grade stories with fellow writers including James Patterson. In 2019 Chris brought us his debut young adult novel, ME, MYSELF, & HIM which unfolds in dual storylines.
ME, MYSELF, & HIM uses two alternate timelines (dual narratives) by creating parallel stories for one narrator, through which we explore possibilities and “what might have been”. ME, MYSELF, & HIM is one of those rare books that is both an incredibly creative work of experimental fiction, as well as a moving exploration of reality, responsibility, relationships, and choice. In a starred review, Booklist notes ME, MYSELF, & HIM as “wildly ingenious” and I couldn’t agree more!
An excerpt from the book (page 205):
“So, are you my boyfriend?” he asked, when we got back to campus that day, and before I got out of the car. “Let me check,” I said. I rolled my eyes up and side to side like I was taking stock of something invisible. “I think I am,” I said. “But how will I know for sure?” He leaned over and kissed me on the lips then. “Yep,” he said. “Tastes like boyfriend.” “Oh, thank god,” I said. “I was afraid I might taste like chicken.”






