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And so, as 2017 draws to a close I can share with you my last book review of the year. I am happy to tell you about “No Fairy Tale: The reality of a girl who wasn’t a princess and her poetry” by D.L. Finn
Blurb: You are invited into D.L. Finn’s life, written through a princess’s viewpoint. While it’s usually assumed in fairy tales that the princess is beloved by all, this is one princess who doesn’t feel loved. She dreams of a moment when her father will walk through the castle door, sweep her up in his arms and proclaim how much he misses her. That never happens. Instead, she is introduced to a new step family. Just like in the fairy tales, this is where the story takes a dark twist; where addiction, abuse and adolescence thrive together in retched misery. From her lowest point as a hopeless fourteen-year-old girl who gives up all hope– comes a spark of faith. This is where she begins her quest for a happy ending.
Although the princess ends her very real fairy tale, D.L. Finn steps in and shares her thoughts, poetry and photographs. This entire narrative is the author’s reality from childhood through adulthood. She maintains the privacy of those involved while hanging on to her truth.
My thoughts: This is an unusual style book – the first half being a memoir while the second is a collection of poetry and photography.
The memoir section of the book is told in an imaginative way by giving it a fairy tale setting – the lead character (and author of the book) is played as a princess, but sadly her castle is not the happy home of many fairy tale princesses and she struggles through many difficulties before we can claim that ‘happy ending’ we do so desire.
As with most memoirs, particularly those written by “ordinary” people, I find it a brave step to share your innermost secrets and to allow strangers into the darkest corners of your world. This poor princess certainly has a difficult start in life, faced with issues such as abuse, alcoholism, teenage rebellion, combined with medical issues as she becomes an adult but we are left feeling that she comes out of the other side of it stronger for each experience. It might not be the best written memoir but it has a grittiness that really speaks to you.
The second half of the book is a collection of differently styled poems, scattered with several photographs. Some of the poems have a real connection back to the memoir, while others are less specifically reflective. A couple I really enjoyed were The Bearded Old Man and Reader (I’m sure all authors will recognise the sentiments in the latter of those!)
This book is certainly worth reading and deserves my four stars
If you want to get a copy then clicky here: https://www.amazon.co.uk/No-Fairy-Tale-reality-princess-ebook/dp/B01JP3TP1C/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
If you want to know more about the author then your click needs to go here: https://dlfinnauthor.com/
And as this is my last post of 2017 it seems a good time to wish you all the best for 2018 – may it bring you all of those things you wish for yourself 🙂
Please welcome Michael Lynes, Spotlight Author!
Hello Followers: TODAY begins the month of November showcasing another SPOTLIGHT AUTHOR. It’s also a holiday month giving thanks for all our blessings here in the United States. So let’s celebrate while Michael is sharing with us “The Publishing Process”.
CONGRATULATIONS, MICHAEL, ON YOUR AUTHOR BLOG TOUR!!
The publishing process
There is a Reaper is our first published work.
Both Margaret and I have been actively writing for many years, Margaret’s efforts mainly consist of revelatory and philosophical essays. She has also written about alternative medical practices, using energy flows and ‘chi’ as well as holistic healing techniques and meditation.
My essays have mostly been technical, including many white-papers and internally published papers for research and more academic audiences. I have always had a consuming interest in story craft, being both a voracious reader as well as a provider of critical writing advice to…
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Once again the joy that is Nanowrimo is upon us – the time when countless authors hunker down for a month in a crazy attempt to scribe 50,000 words in thirty days!
In celebration of Nano 2017 I am giving away my first two successful Nano-novels for the first three nano-days.
So, if you want to grab yourself a free read, and maybe take a break from your own Nano writing then don’t delay, download today.. or tomorrow… or the day after – but that’s it 🙂
Assaie’s Gift: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00TJ2Y4YI
Spirit of the Book : https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01BC2T3WK
Time has come again to share my thoughts on a recent read… so let me tell you about “Things We Never Said: An unputdownable story of love, loss, and hope” by Nick Alexander
Blurb: “One day, we’ll be dead, and we still won’t have known each other. Not properly. Because no one ever does.”
When Catherine learns that she is dying, she remembers the words her husband once jokingly uttered and decides to leave him the ultimate, posthumous gift: a time capsule containing photographs of their life together along with tape recordings in which she recounts every secret she ever kept, every unspoken thought whether loving or treacherous; the things they never said.
Catherine’s recordings shake up many of Sean’s beliefs, sometimes enraging him and other times soothing with memories of the many joys that make up a life together.
But even as the tapes provide an emotional roller coaster of surprises, Sean prays that they’ll confirm the one thing he always secretly believed but never dared say out loud: that destiny exists; that their life together was not the result of mere chance.
My Thoughts: I have yet to read a book by Nick Alexander that I haven’t loved – and this is another one to add to that list.
The loss of his wife is obviously a terrible time for Sean and he clings onto the series of photographs and recorded messages Catherine left for him, recalling their life together from the very day the met. We also get to see how Sean slowly begins to pick up the pieces and rebuild his life, and how he feels about the wonderful memories and sometimes shocking or surprising revelations that Catherine shares.
I found this a wonderful, gentle read, with characters who really speak to you and a situation that pulls at the heart.
I really enjoyed this book and I think you will too! So why not grab yourself a copy now:
It’s time once more to share with you my thoughts on a recent read – and today I would like to tell you about Abducted by Bill Ward (Powell Book )
Book Blurb: Powell returns in an action packed novel of violence, sex and betrayal!
He is trying to recover two children from Saudi Arabia, who have been abducted by their father. In a culture where women are second class citizens, a woman holds the key to the success or failure of his mission.
Meanwhile, back in Brighton, Afina is trying to deal with a new threat from Romanian gangsters.
From the streets of Brighton to Riyadh, Powell must take the law into his own hands, to help the innocent.
My thoughts: This second book in the Powell series carries on where the first book left off as Powell ties up a few loose ends. Then it’s on to his next case – to recover two children who have been abducted by their father and taken to Saudi Arabia.
Powell is a great character who, while he might have a strong moral code, isn’t beyond crossing a few lines to get what is needed; and in this case what he needs is to reunite two children with their mother, but he has quite a few obstacles to overcome along the way.
While this book would probably work well as a stand alone read I would say you would certainly benefit from reading the first book, and not just because it’s also a great read!
I would wholeheartedly recommend this wonderful read – so get yourself a copy now: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Abducted-Powell-Book-Bill-Ward-ebook/dp/B010KOY0VA/ref=sr_1_4?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1505149129&sr=1-4&keywords=bill+ward
Now if you will excuse me – I have book three to read!!
I do hope you are enjoying discovering some, possibly new, certainly talented authors on this blog tour cause you know what? Here’s another one! And today is the turn of Michael Hicks Thompson – https://ravewriters.wordpress.com/author-michael-hicks-thompson/
DETOUR CUBA by Michael Hicks Thompson
Once the port-of-call jewel for Magnus Wealthy, Cuba has been a country lost in time for the last half century, plus some.
Never been to Cuba? I recommend it. But do it before it returns to the playground of the filthy rich and the Hemingway admirers.
Yes, I’ve been there twice. But not as Magnus Wealthy. Think short-term mission trip. Door-to-door evangelism. Knock, knock. “May we come in.” (Of course, my interpreter said it the proper way: “¿Podemos entrar?”)
An interpreter is essential if you can’t speak the language.
But here’s the beautiful thing. Most Cubans are the friendliest people you’ll meet. They love to meet and greet Americans. We’re a mystery to them. It’s amazing. And understandable. Most have never tasted freedom.
Castro usurped the country in the biggest land swindle ever. Now, the elderly Cubans alive today are happy with a single, pathetic gift from Papa Castro’s government.
“He give me this cooking pot,” the appreciative, sun-wrinkled, Spanish speaking octogenarian said.
Never mind that his midget refrigerator will take him a lifetime to pay off.
We flew into Havana, via Mexico, spent the night and flew on to Holguin (hole-Keen) early the next morning. It’s a four-hour flight. Cuba is the size of California.
The ‘hotel’ in Holguin was once a grand one—now, dilapidated. Papa not only didn’t let the government keep hotels up to standard, he took the toilet seats away. From personal experience, I can assure you he did it to humiliate the eleven-and-a-half-million souls into submission.
Ask any American what Cubans look like and they’ll include “dark-skinned” as an answer. However, you’d be surprised to see nearly as many red-headed and blue-eyed Cubans as dark-skinned islanders. The Spanish influence is apparent. Fifty-one percent of Cubans are Mulatto, thirty-seven percent, White, and eleven percent, Black.
All Cubans are proud. And friendly. Why shouldn’t they be? They’ve not had the outside world of communications and world events for three generations. They’ve simply missed the rise in socio-economic gain around the world. They’ve been isolated. They don’t know any other life. They’ve lived on Cuban baseball and communism since 1959.
And they’ve avoided all the gun-shot TV news and television episodes of Law & Order. God blessed them.
Or, did He?
When I think of Cuba, I think of Maria. She’s the Lady who led our group through Cuba. Maria was born and raised in Havana, in a prominent family.
Shortly after Castro took over, her father gathered his wife and children and fled to America.
Maria has such a huge heart for her native land. She’ll always love her people and her land.
Many wealthy families left their homes and their businesses behind; to start over. But the ones not able to afford travel remained behind. They faced the dark days of seclusion.
Catholicism gradually faded away. To be replaced by many false religions—Santería being the most prominent. It’s a singing religion based on the old songs of slavery. So, most Santeríans are descendants of African slaves.
Every morning ten of us would have breakfast, pray, and pile into vans with our interpreters for an hour or two ride to a small village, usually to the south, near Guantanamo. A different village each morning. That way, we could avoid the immigration officials who’d heard we were proselytizing in their country. Only once did we hear our leader yell out, “Everybody in the vans. We have to leave. Now!”
We would meet at a local house church and greet the pastor. Some would have no more than ten church members; some as many as thirty. We snuck in bibles, clothes, hygiene products, and boatloads of gum.
Each church provided a local member to escort us, individually with our interpreter, to un-churched homes in the village. The patriarch or matriarch always welcomed us. Some even asked us to hold off any discussion so they could gather their family. Even neighbors. All ages would gather around in a small living room, many sitting on the floor, while we introduced them to original sin, Jesus, the Gospel, and a merciful God.
The interpreter kept track of those who repeated the prayer of salvation (asking Jesus to come into their hearts and save them from eternal damnation). More than a few grown men cried on my shoulder after accepting Jesus into their hearts.
Naturally, there were plenty who preferred to worship their idols. Ceramic statues, sometimes made of wood or plastic.
If the idol worshiper wasn’t getting what they wanted from their man-made God, they’d place them face down in their underwear drawer, to punish them. Strange stuff. And sad.
At the end of the week, our leader would give us the number. “Four-hundred-fifty-two made a profession of faith this week. You’ve not only sowed the seeds of the Gospel, you’ve been a part of the harvest.”
That made me feel pretty good, but we all knew Holy Spirit had been working in those hearts long before we arrived. Only God can change the heart of man. But, what really made me warm and fuzzy, was the sight of my sons who’d been able to join us on the mission field. They had been part of the harvest. And it would have a lasting, lifetime effect on their lives. They talk about it to this day.
And so do I.
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