Blue Tara Trilogy : Princess Tara Chronicles

Michael Ostrogorsky

ISBN 10: 1087863279 / ISBN 13: 9781087863276

Published by Blue Parrot Books Jan 2020, 2020

About this Item

Neuware - I originally got a parrot because an old black guy with a parrot store convinced me that would help me pick up chicks. And I don't mean the poultry kind. Picked out a parrot at this old black guy's bird store here in Seattle that was big, blue, and loud. And a princess. The loudness I didn't learn about until too late. But that was the least of my problems. First of all, turns out I did not actually pick out the parrot. The parrot picked me. Not only was the parrot big, blue, and loud. And a princess. The parrot was a witch. Not a figurative or allegorical witch. A literal witch. A witch of the spell casting kind. The abracadabra kind. A witch with a coffee addiction, and a penchant for pizza and beer. Once I entered the bird store the parrot cast a spell. The kind of spell that caused me to clean out my bank account for a big, loud, blue-feathered witch. The kind of witch who did not abide with girlfriends. The kind of witch who did not abide with not getting her way. The kind of witch who turned out to be my guardian angel and the proverbial albatross around my neck at the same time. A witch named Princess Tara.

Seller Inventory # 9781087863276

Bibliographic Details

• Title: Blue Tara Trilogy : Princess Tara Chronicles
• Publisher: Blue Parrot Books Jan 2020
• Publication Date: 2020
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1087863279
• ISBN 13: 9781087863276
• Binding: Buch
• Condition: Neu
• Dimensions: 229W x 152H x 37D millimeters 229 millimeters width by 152 millimeters height by 37 millimeters depth
• Weight: 1088 grams

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Synopsis

I originally got a parrot because an old black guy with a parrot store convinced me that would help me pick up chicks. And I don't mean the poultry kind. Picked out a parrot at this old black guy's bird store here in Seattle that was big, blue, and loud. And a princess. The loudness I didn't learn about until too late. But that was the least of my problems. First of all, turns out I did not actually pick out the parrot. The parrot picked me. Not only was the parrot big, blue, and loud. And a princess. The parrot was a witch. Not a figurative or allegorical witch. A literal witch. A witch of the spell casting kind. The abracadabra kind. A witch with a coffee addiction, and a penchant for pizza and beer. Once I entered the bird store the parrot cast a spell. The kind of spell that caused me to clean out my bank account for a big, loud, blue-feathered witch. The kind of witch who did not abide with girlfriends. The kind of witch who did not abide with not getting her way. The kind of witch who turned out to be my guardian angel and the proverbial albatross around my neck at the same time. A witch named Princess Tara.

About the Author

Michael Ostrogorsky is a parrot, word, and coffee bean wrangler living in Seattle, with his two parrots, the Hyacinth Macaw Princess Tara, who really is a princess, as well as a witch (but in a good way), and the Blue and Gold Macaw Aboo. Like the protagonist in this story, Michael boasts two Ph.D.s, in History and Archaeology, is retired from an academic career, and currently roasts coffee.