I don't really know what to think about this one. It took me a long while to get through it. I found myself walking away from it to think about what was happening. I found I didn't forget a single part of it. Once I'd read it that was it. I didn't need to go over it again. It was as if I'd read it before. Jamais vu perhaps. I was at first irritated because it seemed the star character an attractive young girl named Darby was already dead. Then she wasn't, but then there was a whole lot of phycho babble trying to make sense of everything that was happening. It was an excellent argument for taking gun safety seriously. There's a boy she shouldn't be seeing. A looser who's too critical of her and fancie's her sister instead. She falls for a pill popping, motorcycle riding, singer in a band named Kasey. She has feelings for his possibly evil friend named Matt. She's at odds with her family over what happened to her. And, then she discovers she has the power to change it all. All she's seen, and experienced. All that wasn't right. She could simply fix it. All of this happening while discussing it with her shrink. It's as if your inside the head of a teenage girl arguing with herself over the great questions of life. Is there GOD? Is there good and evil? Is there anything I can do about it either way? What do I have to do with anything? Where do I fit in? Ect, ect, ect... It was interesting from the start. It held my interest. I kept reading. It's a story with a complexity of many characters with many story lines interwoven. It was done very well. In the end I liked it. I may have been bored, but then again for any guy who likes Die Hard movies just reading a book with female phycho analysis is a feat. It may have seemed dry, and I may have been uninterested in it at times, but in the end I really, really liked it. The author has brought forth what all of us eventually ask ourselves. What we all struggle with. And, some of the experiences perhaps more than a few of us have seen, and gone through. It was brilliant. This is one you should definitely buy, and quietly enjoy in your favorite reading place.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
When wifey came to me and said she was ready to be a writer I was very, very pleased. She's written all her life always carrying around a notebook, and pen. Always jotting down ideas that popped in her head. I knew she'd hit on a winner. I knew that if she could follow through with it she could write forever bringing to the masses many entertaining stories. Naturally, I was all for it. She wrote Compulsion, and then came up the whole how do I get it on book store shelves question. A publisher? Well one publisher approached her saying how wonderful the story was, and how it was the next big thing. They had offices in America and London. They would handle everything. And, she would maintain control of it all. Yea right. Not only did they try to back out of what they promised they tried to withdraw monies from her bank account for work they were not authorized to do. One guy got fresh with her then when they were called on all this they cut off communication. Just disappeared. Then she got out of that mess, and talked to another. Seemingly real people with much in common. Supposedly with their own radio show with sixty five million listeners. Supposedly able to publish and promote for any one who joined them. Okey doky, not. Turns out they paid for their air time, but didn't pay the bill was no where near the audiance number for the show any way. They could not publish as they promised so wifey did it herself. They lied, they stole, they lied some more, and when wifey broke from them it was the best thing that could have happened. Wifey and I are editing, thanks to classes, self publishing thanks to investigating the how to parts of it. And, things are now moving forward. It's ashame said publisher has tried to derail our efforts since we left by acting childish. They tried to access accounts using past pass words. We were notified of the attempt. Dummy. They like just to unlike trying to knock down ratings. We can see it. Dummy. They write trash on line trying to discourage sales. We can see it. And, we can tell who's writing it. Dummy. And, to top it off they contacted distributors telling tall tales so they wont do business with us. We were notified. Didn't work. Dummy. So, beware. Beware of publishers who promise the world. Beware of those who try to be friends. If you fall in with such publishers run for the hills. It should be a business relationship, and nothing more. Just business. Protect your pass words, and maintain your abillity to break the contract at any time. And if you go indy and self publish it could be the best thing that ever happened to you. All the best, and much success. The End.
I'm in my late thirties. I've been with the same woman who is my loving wife for over thirteen years. We have a highly intelligent, and handsome son of nine. I've got over 10 years on with the state, and i love my job. But, ask anyone, and I work for my wife. I graduated high school, and I was a terrible student, so I took some collage classes after. I taught karate since I was twelve. Ended up with a back round in police investigations, and security. Life at home is warm, pleasant, and loving. Wife had a dream of being a writer. I completely support her ambition, and she has since produced Compulsion, and is working on many others. Kid is a prodigy, and is looking forward to a career as a cancer doctor. I've always wanted to be a country music artist, and I've written a couple hundred songs. With any luck I'll produce a cd for Christmas maybe sooner. For now I'm trying to help wifey as much as possible. Genealogically speaking I'm an unofficial U.K representative. Completely Scottish on my mother's side. The Fraiser clan. And, both Irish, and English on dad's. Completely American. So, as life goes on I'll review books here because I love to read, and wife will write, and kid will get A's, and as writing slowly takes over more and more of life I'll enjoy bringing you the common man's perspective. Unless the Steelers are playing, Thank you for following this blog, thank you to those many of you who have submitted books for review, and thank you to those of you who have shown love, and support to wifey. Now you'll have to excuse me, son has scrabble set up. Darn it. He always beats me at scrabble.