THE PINK FOREST VIRTUAL BOOK TOUR ‘08

Join Dana Dorfman, author of the spirit/new age novel, The Pink Forest: A Woman’s Intimate Confessions (Banderae Publishing, Apr. ‘08), as she virtually tours the blogosphere in May on her first virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book Promotion!

Dana Dorfman is an author who gravitates to the signs of life. In tune to the emotions surrounding her, she insists she can still see the first star she wished upon. Dorfman was raised as an only child and has been writing since the age of four. She graduated from the University of Southern California and considers herself a “life writer” who is able to tap into the blush of the earth. She resides in Los Angeles with her mystical spirit. You can visit her website at www.danadorfman.com.

The Pink Forest Synopsis:

Dubbed a semi-autobiographical read, The Pink Forest: A Woman’s Intimate Confessions (Banderae Publishing, $14.95, ISBN: 978-0-9798592-0-5) by Dana Dorfman quickly moves the reader off Fiction Street and into the writer’s evolution. The struggle of an author trying to come out of her pages is apparent in this feeling based journey. Far from a sexual confessional, the author implores readers to unfasten their emotional seatbelts as her story explodes the myth that our conscience has the last word.

The bulk of this plot takes the reader to different realities. Set in the backdrop of Oscar Season, a studio executive’s assistant opts to leave the whirl of dress fittings and crooked bow ties to seek passion. Her unique quest paints a silken figure who wants to bring life to her lips. The poor red carpet timing of her excursion creates a hyper sleep state in the reader as the cynical human psyche awakens.

The engaging view of a woman stepping out of her 9 to 5 self is captivating. Her graceful acknowledgment of being a woman tired of reporting for moral duty and a timid woman who fires her conscience are courageous marks in this feminine read. It is through this play of character and shared reflection that the author takes the reader deep into the female mystique, a place rarely visited. Clearly, the author’s ability to fling her heavy bag of morals over her shoulder to write this narrative is the true charm of her pages. Glancing into her book, it is her final reflection.

The Pink Forest is written in the language of emotion. The author’s writing style is punctuated by curves of reality and tantalizing inner monologues showing the unbridgeable distance between herself and her conscience. Nowhere is this more concisely expressed than in the beauty of her intimate confessions. The sensuality of female enchantment is the magic potion of these pages but the state of existence beneath the appearance of this book is its mystical intrigue. The Pink Forest is more than a bundle of ferns. Enchantingly memorable, it is a beautiful mind oasis of unhurried thought. Wonderfully expressive,The Pink Forest is a woman’s best friend.

Read the Reviews!

“The Pink Forest… is a KNOCKOUT!!”

Carol Connors

Two-time Oscar-nominated songwriter
Co-writer of the theme from the Oscar-winning film Rocky (Gonna Fly Now)

“Dorfman delivers a gale force of enchantment in this book that is astounding.
The Pink Forest is the sort of book you want to tell the world about.”

Bee Beyer
Editor
The Hollywood Times

Read the Excerpt!

A blushful aura obscures my face. I am a travel weary woman locked in a maze of button pink curlers. Unmercifully I grab for my silver clippies. Rows of bobby pins hide under my flossy scarf. They banish all thoughts of me making my plane on time. I give myself a tired smile while my astonished eye scrutinizes my face. I am almost ghostly as I grip the edge of the fluffy pink canopy costuming my head.

Picking the bobby pins out of my hair a swoop of wet locks fall on my face powdered cheeks. I lunge at the slippery strands. They are like thousands of strangers offering me an invitation to play. “Feel free to be as imaginative as you please,” they say teasingly. But it is the pink setting tape across my bangs that has me wincing at the frizz factor.

And then just when I think there is no hope for this bobby pin queen, the heat blowing monster rises! It tumbles my hair in the diffuser bowl down the tunnel of mousse where I vanish into the light scent of lilies, lift my hair with my large toothed comb, and cross my fingers for a taxi encounter.

A yellow car pulls up in a puff.

“Are you really a cabbie?” I ask peering inside.

A cantankerous driver greets me and I hop in with my bags. Gliding over a double yellow line my commute to the airport begins. I hold my stomach. He slips over a few more lanes of city roadway and a hundred backlights come into view. “This looks like a good spot for tofu,” I think as we sit idly in traffic. A group of passers-by peer in at the restaurant window. They give the impression they want to taste every dish imaginable.

A few cars inch up ahead and we slowly pass a storefront window of scantily clad mannequins. They stare at me and I find myself ogling them back. “What is behind your purse-shaped lips?” I wonder. “Is it a quick glimmer of human perfection?” Once again my cab lurches forward and I take a quick, backward glance at the lifelike mannequins seductively posed. They stare at me from behind the glass and I am caught in their blinking eyes.

Turning into the airport terminal a row of yellow taxis idle at the curb. Outside is a mob scene. I eye the cabbie. He makes a few impolite taps on the meter and I unroll his fare. He gives me the briefest of nods. Gathering my baggage I jump out of the cab with clouded wisdom and stand at the edge of the crowd. I bite my lip. And then, in a quick moment’s panic I turn into an emotional spectacular and run for the departure gate. Upon entering the magical kingdom of chaos the unthinkable happens.

Someone in front of me lets out a baleful “Uh, oh!” and the pandemonium begins. It is hard to enjoy the hustle and bustle of a cancelled flight. News of it alone sparks Armageddon. Like wildly rearing horses the terminal becomes strewn with ear-pricked, disgruntled inhabitants stampeding in mayhem over their unconventional manners. Emotionally heightened conversations detonate my travel bubble, and I am quickly dispersed into the dispiriting scene. The realm of pure noise is hardly a soft landing as I careen into the bedlam of luggage-toting figures. Stumbling my way further and further into the sodden gloom, I search for a spot to stretch my legs for I too am an emotional casualty. Not finding an empty seat, I crouch on my baggage and resign myself to my fate.

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THE PINK FOREST VIRTUAL BOOK TOUR ‘08 will officially begin on May 1, 2008 and continue all month. If you would like to follow Dana’s tour in progress, visit http://www.virtualbooktours.wordpress.com/ in May. Leave a comment on her blog stops and become eligible to win a free copy at the end of her tour! One lucky winner will be announced on this tour page on May 30!
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Dana Dorfman’s virtual book tour is brought to you by Pump Up Your Book Promotion Virtual Book Tours at http://www.pumpupyourbookpromotion.com/ and choreographed by Dorothy Thompson.