Gina Damico
Author, walrus tusk polisher
I enjoy processed cheese snacks and videos of people falling down.

Croak
On sale now, from Graphia/Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Scorch
Book #2 in CROAK series
On sale now, from Graphia/Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Rogue
Book #3 in Croak series, coming 9/10/13 from Graphia/Houghton Mifflin HarcourtStalk me, won't you?
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Iceland – Day 6
Our last day in Iceland started with our hotel’s breakfast buffet, a pricey affair that we’d been holding out on all week and decided to finally gorge on. Sadly, it wasn’t the culinary masterpiece we’d hoped for, but it wasn’t … Continue reading
Iceland – Day 5
What I forgot to mention in my last post was that Day 4 also contained a fair bit of hemming and hawing over what to do on Day 5. There were no solid plans and all of us wanted to … Continue reading
Iceland – Day 4
As the saying goes, “Day four, eat a pound of Smjor.” So we did, and then headed off for a lovely morning of Icelandic horseback riding! We were picked up at our hotel and taken to a charming little stable … Continue reading
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Tagged freyfaxi, Iceland, iceland phallological museum, Icelandic horses, northern lights
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Iceland – Day 3
(I posted Day 2 earlier today, so if you missed it, here. Or, you know, just scroll down. That’s how blogs work.) I’ll be honest – we didn’t do much on Day 3. We awoke early, for no reason other … Continue reading
Iceland – Day 2
Sorry for not posting this yesterday – I could say it’s because my work computer wouldn’t let me log in, but let’s just blame it on trolls instead, because trolls are a thing in Iceland. They supposedly live everywhere, but … Continue reading
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Tagged blizzard, chocolate mousse, disappointment, geysir, gullfoss, Iceland, Icelandic horses, lamb stew, laugarvatn, lindin, northern lights, snow, spa
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Iceland – Day 1
Oops, I lied yesterday about today’s post containing blizzards and waterfalls and car troubles. That will be tomorrow. Actually, this serves as a prime example of how Iceland screws with your sense of time. I NEVER knew what day it … Continue reading