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October 2009

Harper Perennial Pets Presents . . . Jack!


Welcome to the first edition of Harper Perennial Pets, where we’ll be spotlighting the furry friends of Harper Perennial employees, authors, and friends. When it came to choosing the perfect pet to launch this new weekly-ish series, the choice was easy. So allow us to present . . . Jack!


Owner: Carrie Kania, aka The Boss
Motto: Books make good beds
Favorite food: take-out

Now, if you woke up to this adorable face every morning, don’t you think you could run four publishing imprints while being the best-dressed person at your office? I know I could.

Come back next week for more cuddly (and not-so-cuddly) companions!

Harper Perennial Pets Presents . . . Molly!

So, I said we’d be doing this on Wednesdays, but it seems as though I lied. Oh well!

Meet Molly:


Molly is the companion of G. Xavier Robillard, author of Captain Freedom: A Superhero’s Quest for Truth, Justice and the Celebrity He So Richly Deserves. Molly, whose full name is Molecule, is seen here in the Red Rock desert west of Las Vegas in 2007. Molly likes to sit on the front porch with her favorite author, drink coffee and scare off the mail carrier. Please also note that she is touching her nose with her tongue, which delights me even though I know all dogs can do it.

Harper Perennial Pets Presents . . . Gummo and Zeppo!


Not many people know this, but cats are integral to the editing process at Harper Perennial. For example, here we have Gummo and Zeppo, the felines belonging to editor Peggy Hageman, hard at work:


No word on what book they were working on. Perhaps The Enthusiast, one of my personal favorite PH-guided titles?

November 2009

Harper Perennial Pets Presents… HENRY

Meet Henry:


Henry’s greatest joys including waking up his cat-mom (marketing coordinator Cathy Serpico) before sunrise, sitting in the tub after his housemates have gotten out of the shower, putting the moves on his love rug, and occasionally forgetting where he is and meowing his head off. If he isn’t receiving enough attention, (and if you’re home and he’s not sitting on your lap, he is not getting enough attention) Henry will happily impress you with his mountaineering skills by climbing up your leg.

Favorite book: T.S. Eliot’s Old Possum’s Book of Cats
Favorite food: Whatever Cathy is eating
Favorite place: On top of whatever Cathy is trying to read
Life Goal: Getting fur on every article of clothing in existence; giving the world a head-butt of love.

When we throw the Harper Perennial Pets Ice Cream Social, Henry will likely keep to himself in the corner in his alpha-catness and his unwillingness to share his love rug with anyone, but that shouldn’t stop you from walking up and introducing yourself. He’s into you making the first move. Especially if you’re wearing dark pants he can brush up on.

December 2009

Harper Perennial Pets Presents… Leo!


This week’s HP Pet is Leo, kitty of Greg Olear, author of Totally Killer.

Here’s what was published in Leo’s kitty yearbook.
Lee, Fleo…molehunter, mush…likes whining at the door, walking on laptops, eating squirrel, climbing trees, watching TV in Daddy’s lap, making the rounds with his girlfriend Barbara…dislikes fleas, being locked in the basement because he has fleas…future plans include napping…voted Best Looking and Prettiest Eyes…will always remember vet salvation and his late brother Steve (RIP, you eater of edamame and spaghetti)…GL Dom ’23 and Prue ’24.

“You just gotta keep on livin’, man. L-I-V-I-N.“—Wooderson

January 2010

Harper Perennial Pets Presents . . . Boo-Boo!

It’s the return of Harper Perennial Pets!


This week, in honor of the on-sale of A Common Pornography, we present Kevin Sampsell’s cat, Boo-Boo!



(photos by Frayn Masters)

As Kevin says:

“For a long time, we thought she was a neighbor’s cat who just liked to hang out in our yard. We’d tried to lure her in and eventually she would come in and stay in for a long time. We realized a few months later that she must not belong to anyone. She’d stay inside our place all day and usually at night too. And we feed her every day too. One of her favorite things to eat is yogurt. Maple and lemon are her favorites.”

“I’m not averse to putting cats in my writing either. My last two story collections each had a story with a cat as the main focus. In Beautiful Blemish, it was the story I Heart Frankenstein, and in Creamy Bullets it was Cat in Residence. Though there is no mention of cats in my memoir, there are a few mentions of my childhood dog, Scooter, whose photo will appear in the PS section.”

Note: Scooter is quite adorable as well. To celebrate the return of Harper Perennial Pets and to celebrate Boo-Boo and Scooter, I am giving away three copies of A Common Pornography. Just comment below with the name of your childhood pet for a chance to win! Bonus points for telling a weirdly hilarious story about him or her (and by bonus points I mean I will count your entry twice.)

February 2010

Harper Perennial Pets Presents . . . Willy!


Hello and welcome to the latest edition of Harper Perennial Pets, featuring Willy!


Willy is the companion of Valerie Laken, author of Dream House. Here’s what she had to say about him:

This is Willy, who takes this position next to my desk every afternoon around 3:30. For a while he sits quietly, then he starts to shuffle, then he makes back-of-the-throat, space-alien sounds to impress upon me that I really need to stop what I’m doing and take a walk. Usually he’s right.

For a while in his youth he was an unofficial mascot of the University of Michigan’s MFA program, and he still misses those folks.

For more from Valerie, check out her guest post on Book Club Girl, where she talks about a childhood spent reading in secret (something she and I share!), and where you can win a copy of Dream House!

Plus, Valerie’s on tour this month with TLC Book Tours—check out her tour stops here, and read the review from her first stop at Stephanie’s Written Word.

June 2010

harper perennial pets presents . . . Diamond and Sahara!

Today marks the prodigal return of Harper Perennial Pets, the series where we examine the creatures behind our employees and authors. I have been delinquent on obtaining pet photos and stories, but I hereby promise that I will make a better effort to bring you more pictures of cats and dogs . . . right after this look at A. Manette Ansay’s bearded dragons!

My daughter had a hamster who ate breakfast with us each morning, crawled around the house in her little green ball every afternoon, and rattled her wheel each night between midnight and five AM. When Explorer died, very suddenly, I did the usual thing; I promised my daughter another hamster. A few days later, we went off the the pet store, and we came home with— a bearded dragon.


This hadn’t been part of the plan, or at least, it hadn’t been part of mine, but my daughter informed me, when we got to the pet store, that Explorer could never be replaced, so the thing to do was get another kind of pet. Dogs were discussed, briefly, and to close the door on that conversation, I suggested we look around and see what else was there. Minutes later, Genevieve was holding a pale, unpromising-looking wisp of a thing that, except for the price tag, seemed like any other lizard scampering down the sidewalk in front of our Florida home. When she tried to stroke it, it snapped at her. Then it opened its mouth and gaped. “Hungry,” said the salesclerk, himself a bearded individual, who claimed to have two full-grown “beardies” at home. “They watch TV with me,” he said. “You can walk them on leashes. They’re just like dogs.” Did somebody say dog? Within minutes, we were walking out of the store, me lugging an enormous aquariam, an ultraviolet light, bedding and a rock, and Genevieve cooing through the breathing holes of a small cardboard box. “It’s kind of puffing up,” she said, pleased. “As long as it’s not breathing fire,” I said. Of course, as soon as she saw “Diamond,” my boyfriend’s daughter had to have a bearded dragon, too.


This is how I came to live with Diamond and Sahara, two full-grown bearded dragons, the largest nearly two feet long from tail to tip. They do watch TV with us, and sit on shoulders while homework gets done, while piano gets practiced, while laundry gets folded—and they really do ride around on my hat. The kids play with them like dolls, designing cardboard houses for them, riding them around on a plastic sleigh. Last week, we even celebrated their birthdays. My daughter created a menu that included “sushi” (mealworms rolled up in lettuce leaves); “potato chips” (crunchie shed skins from cockroaches) and “pinkie pie” (thawed dead baby mice.) There were flowers on the “table” (an old cookie sheet); there were lit candles (on the counter, out of reach.) As I watched the dragons tear up their place settings, happily flicking their tongues, I thought about how beauty really is in the eye of the beholder, how love is what we bring to the particular table we set. “I still miss Explorer,” my daughter said, putting a consoling hand over mine, “but the dragons, you know, are family.”


Manette’s latest book, Good Things I Wish You, goes on sale in paperback on June 22. It is not about bearded dragons. Click here to find out more or to preorder!

July 2010

Harper Perennial Pets Presents . . . Poppy!

If you read this blog, you’ve read me go on about Katrina Kittle’s The Blessings of the Animals, which goes on sale next week. To celebrate the publication of the book, Katrina recently ran a contest on her blog, asking readers to send in short essays about animals that had been blessings in their lives. I’m proud to include the winner, Poppy, in today’s Harper Perennial Pets! Read below for her owner’s lovely piece, and check out Katrina’s blog for pictures of some of the other animals.


“I had forgotten how easy it was to receive and give love. Without any strings attached. Without earning her trust. Yet, there love was, sitting in front of me with bulging eyes, an under bite, and Yoda like ears.

I am adopted, and although I don’t consciously let that define me in any terms, it is still very much a part of who I am. My heart beats a little faster for those who are displaced, not wanted, or abandoned. Perhaps that’s why I immediately fell in love with Poppy. Poppy, who came from North Carolina’s coast with heart worm, teeth problems, and was left at a Pound. She was lucky to be placed into Chihuahua Rescue and Transport and spent a year with a foster mother. I saw her little picture on the internet and knew that it was meant to be. Much like the way my mother saw a tiny black and white picture of me and knew that I was meant to be her daughter.

Her kisses in the morning wake me up. Her sighs at night put me to sleep. Her eerie way of knowing when I am sad is comforting. Her dancing and dainty feet keep me laughing. Her flying white fur prevents me from wearing black. She charms everyone who meets her and has a legion of fans. To say that she has changed my life would be corny. To say that she is the light of my life would be the very honest truth.”
—Kimberly Mohn, Morrisville, NC

September 2010

TGIF! (harper perennial pets)

It’s been a very busy week here at Harper Perennial, with events, authors in town, book blogger appreciation week, the goodbye party for our beloved Stephanie, and more. I think we could all use a few minutes with this guy:


His name is Duff and he lives with Alberto, our publicity director. And I’m hoping that someday he comes to visit the office!

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