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		<title>Thanks for the follow, hope to see you on my other blog</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 00:09:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I would like to thank everyone who has so graciously followed my blog here on WordPress. Due to time constraints, I have decided to merge my two blogs and close this one. I hope that you will visit and follow &#8230; <a href="https://mybookofstories.wordpress.com/2013/04/21/thanks-for-the-follow-hope-to-see-you-on-my-other-blog/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mybookofstories.wordpress.com&#038;blog=20477453&#038;post=947&#038;subd=mybookofstories&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I would like to thank everyone who has so graciously followed my blog here on WordPress. Due to time constraints, I have decided to merge my two blogs and close this one. I hope that you will visit and follow my other blog, My Life. One Story at a Time. at this link: <a href="http://mylife-in-stories.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">http://mylife-in-stories.blogspot.com</a></p>
<p>You will find loads of book reviews and of course, my silly stories about life in the South. You can follow My Life. One Story at a Time. several different ways &#8211; GFC, Facebook, and email are just a few.</p>
<p>Thank you again and I hope you&#8217;ll stop by and follow me on blogger.<br />
Donna</p>
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		<title>Mothballs DO NOT deter snakes!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2013 23:59:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[      No, folks, they don’t. If you are under the mistaken – and let me repeat that again – MISTAKEN – assumption that mothballs deter snakes, I am here to tell you that they do not! Repeat – DO NOT!   &#8230; <a href="https://mybookofstories.wordpress.com/2013/04/21/mothballs-do-not-deter-snakes/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mybookofstories.wordpress.com&#038;blog=20477453&#038;post=939&#038;subd=mybookofstories&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>      No, folks, they don’t. If you are under the mistaken – and let me repeat that again – MISTAKEN – assumption that <a title="Mothball" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mothball">mothballs</a> deter <a title="Snake" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snake">snakes</a>, I am here to tell you that they do not! Repeat – DO NOT!</i></p>
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<p><i>        After lifting up one of the dog’s blankets and finding a coiled up snake, I was told by many to scatter mothballs around my Garden House and the <a title="Dog" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog">dogs</a> kennel to deter snakes. So, out I ran as fast as I could to purchase a box of mothballs. As soon as I got home, I scattered a number of them – ok, a gazillion – of the mothballs under and around my Garden House, which also serves as the <a title="Kennel" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kennel">dog kennel</a>. For good measure (loads of good measure), I scattered more than my fair share inside of my Garden House as well. I will just mention here, that at this point, it is not a good thing to walk inside of my Garden House.</i></p>
<p><i>         Well, all was fine and dandy for about three weeks and then today Hubby found a snake in the kennel! This is what transpired.</i></p>
<p><i>         I was listening for the dogs to bark to let me know the mail-lady was at the front gate because I was expecting a package. Instead, what happened was my phone (which of course was on the charger in my office closet) rang and I was in my clothes closet and heard it somewhere near its last ring. By the time I got to the phone, it had stopped singing. I saw that Hubby had called so I called him back. No answer.</i></p>
<p><i>         Meanwhile, at the same time (and unbeknownst to me) Hubby had come home and was in back of the house trying to get the dogs in the kennel so he could let poor Mr. Nick (whose is mostly blind and can’t hear) out of his truck while he hooked up his trailer (taking a breath here). The dogs heard the mail lady blow her horn and took off just as he almost had them to the kennel where he then saw the snake. He had the dogs running off, me not answering the phone, the snake in the kennel, Mr. Nick in the truck, and the mail lady at the gate blowing the horn.</i></p>
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<p><i>        Just the sort of dilemma he doesn’t like. By then I heard the dogs barking and was going out the front door when I saw Hubby running down the long driveway to the gate. At this point, I am still oblivious (my usual state of being) to what is happening.</i></p>
<p><i>         As Hubby is walking back up the drive he starts telling me all of the above and of course, I have all of my questions (the sequence of events) which to him are not that important. When did you see the snake? Is it dead? Is it alive? Were the dogs in the kennel? Did you kill it? How did you see it? There are thousands of mothballs, why is there a snake in the kennel? Yes, the ramblings of a freaking out me!</i></p>
<p><i>         Eventually, I did get all of my ridiculous questions answered, but not before having to follow him to the kennel where he proceeded to get the shovel to kill the snake.</i></p>
<p><i>         Don’t worry. I was wondering the same thing – was the snake just sitting quietly all this time waiting for Hubby to kill it? Turns out, in the course of answering some of my barrage of questions, Hubby (who fortunately had his white shrimp boots on) had stomped it enough that it was well stunned and paralysed from the attack. So, yes, I guess it was just sort of waiting for Hubby to return to finish it off.</i></p>
<p><i>         Then, after killing the snake and picking it (up) and a bird that the dogs had managed to catch and that was now deceased as well, and disposing of them, I kennelled the dogs and Hubby let poor Mr. Nick out of the truck – who had no clue what all the commotion was about. Then, Hubby had to explain the entire fiasco to Mr. Nick.</i></p>
<p><i>         Just another typical day on the farm with “Lucy”; although sometimes, it&#8217;s more like an episode of Green Acres. </i></p>
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		<title>How to Get Over Your Ex by Nikki Logan &#8211; A Harlequin Romance</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2013 15:28:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Being rejected is one thing. Being rejected live on radio takes it to a whole new level!   After her on-air proposal is turned down by her commitment-phobe boyfriend, Georgia Stone must learn to survive singledom. Unfortunately, thanks to a &#8230; <a href="https://mybookofstories.wordpress.com/2013/03/15/how-to-get-over-your-ex-by-nikki-logan-a-harlequin-romance/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mybookofstories.wordpress.com&#038;blog=20477453&#038;post=934&#038;subd=mybookofstories&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p><i><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Being rejected is one thing. Being rejected live on radio takes it to a whole new level!</span></i></p>
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<p><i><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <img class="aligncenter" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51HdRji35YL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /></span></i></p>
<p>After her on-air proposal is turned down by her commitment-phobe boyfriend, Georgia Stone must learn to survive singledom. Unfortunately, thanks to a clause in her contract, she has to do it under the watchful gaze of brooding <a title="Radio producer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radio_producer" target="_blank" rel="wikipedia">radio producer</a> Zander Rush.</p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And so begins the Year of Georgia! Lurching from salsa classes to spy school, Georgia discovers a taste for adventure. Her biggest thrill so far? Flirting with danger—aka the enigmatic Zander. But admitting she&#8217;s ready for more than just a fling…? Definitely Georgia&#8217;s scariest challenge yet!</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Next month, look for the second book in this duet: <i>The Guy to Be Seen With</i> by Fiona Harper. </span>Harlequin <a title="Kiss (band)" href="http://kissonline.com/" target="_blank" rel="homepage">KISS</a> has 4 new fun, flirty and sensual romance books available every month.</p>
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<li style="display:inline!important;"><b><a title="Publishing" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Publishing" target="_blank" rel="wikipedia">Publisher</a>:</b> Harlequin KISS (January 22, 2013)</li>
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<li style="display:inline!important;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Over-Your-Harlequin-Kiss/product-reviews/0373207026/ref=dp_db_cm_cr_acr_img?ie=UTF8&amp;showViewpoints=1">3.7 out of 5 stars </a> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Over-Your-Harlequin-Kiss/product-reviews/0373207026/ref=dp_db_cm_cr_acr_img?ie=UTF8&amp;showViewpoints=1">See all reviews </a>(<a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Over-Your-Harlequin-Kiss/product-reviews/0373207026/ref=dp_db_cm_cr_acr_txt?ie=UTF8&amp;showViewpoints=1">19 customer reviews</a>)</li>
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<p><i style="color:#e06666;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;">Nikki Logan</i></p>
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<p style="text-align:center;"><img class="aligncenter" alt="Image of Nikki Logan" src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/fb/9e/b504f2cc6b360a7e9d9abd.L._V157185238_SY470_.jpg" width="254" height="169" /></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nikki Logan lives amongst a string </span><em id="__mceDel"><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of w</span></em><em id="__mceDel"><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">etlands in <a title="Western Australia" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=-26.0,121.0&amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;q=-26.0,121.0%20(Western%20Australia)&amp;t=h" target="_blank" rel="geolocation">Western Australia</a> with her partner and a menagerie of animals.</span></em></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For many years she worked in advertising and film distribution before finally settling down in the wildlife industry. It wasn&#8217;t until Nikki had six months off work in 2007 that she applied herself to <a title="Writing" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Writing" target="_blank" rel="wikipedia">writing</a> her first novel. Well and truly bitten by the writing-bug, she wrote more novels after her return to work and hasn&#8217;t looked back since.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nikki was contracted to the <a title="Harlequin Enterprises" href="http://www.harlequin.com/" target="_blank" rel="homepage">Harlequin Romance</a> line in December 2008 and has written fifteen books for them as at end 2012. The latest will come out around the world in time for Valentines 2013.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nikki also writes Romantic Suspense for Entangled Publishing and her debut rom-sus &#8220;Wild <a title="Encounter" href="http://www.amazon.com/Encounter-Milan-Kundera/dp/0061894419%3FSubscriptionId%3D0G81C5DAZ03ZR9WH9X82%26tag%3Dzem-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3D0061894419" target="_blank" rel="amazon">Encounter</a>&#8221; is out now.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Connect with Nikki at <a href="http://www.NikkiLogan.com.au" rel="nofollow">http://www.NikkiLogan.com.au</a></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#e06666;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>Enjoy an Excerpt: (from <a title="Amazon" href="http://amazon.com/" target="_blank" rel="homepage">Amazon</a>)</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#e06666;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i> </i></span><i>Valentine&#8217;s Day 2012</i></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"><i> </i></span><i>Close. Please just</i> <i>close.</i></p>
<p><i> </i><i>A</i> dozen curious eyes followed Georgia Stone into Radio EROS&#8217; stylish elevator, craning over computer monitors or sliding on plastic floor mats back into the corridor just slightly, not even trying to disguise their curiosity. She couldn&#8217;t stand staring at the back of the elevator for ever, so she turned, lifted her chin…</p>
<p>…and silently begged the doors to close. To put her out of her misery for just a few blessed moments.</p>
<p><i>Do. Not. Cry.</i></p>
<p><i> </i>Not yet.</p>
<p>The numbness of shock was rapidly wearing off and leaving the deep, awful ache of pain behind it. With a humiliation chaser. She&#8217;d managed to thank the dumbfounded drive-time announcers—<i>God, she was so British</i>—before stumbling out of their studio, knowing that the radio station&#8217;s output was broadcast in every office on every floor via a system of loudspeakers.</p>
<p>Hence all the badly disguised glances.</p>
<p>The whole place knew what had just happened to her. Because of her. That their much-lauded Leap Year Valentine&#8217;s proposal had just gone spectacularly, horribly, excruciatingly, publicly wrong.</p>
<p>She&#8217;d asked. Daniel had declined.</p>
<p>As nicely as he could, under the circumstances, but his urgently whispered, &#8220;Is this a joke, George?&#8221; was still a no whichever way you looked at it and, in case she hadn&#8217;t got the message, he&#8217;d spelled it out.</p>
<p><i>We weren&#8217;t heading for marriage. I thought you knew that…</i></p>
<p><i> </i>Actually no, or she wouldn&#8217;t have asked.</p>
<p><i>That&#8217;s what made our thing so perfect…</i></p>
<p><i> </i>Oh. Right. <i>That</i> was what made it perfect? She&#8217;d known they were drifting in a slow, connected eddy like the leaves in Wakehurst&#8217;s Black Pond but she&#8217;d thought that even drifting <i>eventually</i> got you somewhere. Obviously not.</p>
<p>&#8216;For God&#8217;s sake, will you close?&#8217;</p>
<p>She wasn&#8217;t usually one to talk to inanimate objects—even under her breath—but somehow, on some level, the elevator must have heard her because its shiny chrome doors started to slide together obligingly.</p>
<p>&#8216;Hold the lift!&#8217; a voice shouted.</p>
<p>She didn&#8217;t move. Her stomach plunged. Just as they&#8217;d nearly closed.</p>
<p>A hand slid into the sliver of space between the doors and curled around one of them, arresting and then reversing its slide. They reopened, long-suffering and apologetic.</p>
<p>&#8216;You mustn&#8217;t have heard me,&#8217; the dark-haired man said, throwing her only the briefest and tersest of glances, his lips tight. He turned, faced the front, and permitted them to close this time, giving her a fabulous view of the square cut of the back of his expensive suit.</p>
<p><i>No,</i> you <i>mustn&#8217;t have heard</i> me. <i>Making a total idiot of myself in front of all of London.</i> If he had, he&#8217;d have given her a much longer look. Something told her everyone would be looking at her for much longer now. Starting with all her and Daniel&#8217;s workmates.</p>
<p>She groaned.</p>
<p>He looked back over his shoulder. &#8216;Sorry?&#8217;</p>
<p>She forced burning eyes to his. If she blinked just once she was going to unleash the tears she could feel jockeying for expression just behind her lids. But she didn&#8217;t have the heart for speech. She shook her head.</p>
<p>He returned his focus to the front of the elevator. She stared at the lights slowly descending toward &#8216;G&#8217; for ground floor. Then at the one marked &#8216;B&#8217;, below that—the one he&#8217;d pressed.</p>
<p>&#8216;Excuse me…&#8217; She cleared her throat to reduce the tight choke. He turned again, looked down great cheekbones at her. &#8216;Can you get to the street from B?&#8217;</p>
<p>He studied her. Didn&#8217;t ask what she meant. &#8216;The basement has electronic gate control.&#8217;</p>
<p>Her heart sank. So much for hoping to make a subtle getaway. Looked as if the universe really wanted her to pay for today&#8217;s disaster.</p>
<p>Crowded reception it was, then.</p>
<p>She nodded just once. &#8216;Thank you.&#8217;</p>
<p>He didn&#8217;t turn back around, but his grey eyes narrowed. &#8216;I&#8217;ll be driving out through the gates. You&#8217;re welcome to slip out behind me.&#8217;</p>
<p><i>Slip</i> out. Was that just a figure of speech or did he know? &#8216;Thank you. Yes, please.&#8217;</p>
<p>He turned back to the front, then, a heartbeat later, he turned back again. &#8216;Step behind me.&#8217;</p>
<p>She dragged stinging eyes back up to him. &#8216;What?&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;The door&#8217;s going to open at Reception first. It will be full of people. I can screen you.&#8217;</p>
<p>Suddenly the front-line of the small army of tears waiting for a chance to get out surged forward. She fought them back furiously, totally futile.</p>
<p>Kindness. That was worse than blinking. And it meant that he definitely knew.</p>
<p>But since he was playing pretend-I-don&#8217;t, she could, too. She stepped to her left just as the doors obediently opened onto the station&#8217;s reception. Light and noise filled the elevator but she stood, private and protected behind the stranger, his big body as good as a locked door. She sighed. Privacy and someone to protect her—two things she&#8217;d just blown out of her life for good, she suspected.</p>
<p>&#8216;Mr Rush…&#8217; someone said, out in the foyer. The big man just nodded. &#8216;Alice. Going down?&#8217; &#8216;No, up.&#8217;</p>
<p>He shrugged. &#8216;I won&#8217;t be long.&#8217;</p>
<p>And the doors closed, leaving just the two of them, again. Georgia sagged and swiped at the single, determined tear that had slipped down her cheek. He didn&#8217;t turn back around. It took only a moment longer for the elevator to reach the basement. He walked out the moment the doors opened and reached back to hold them wide for her. The frigid outdoor air hit her instantly.</p>
<p>&#8216;Thank you,&#8217; she repeated and stepped out into the darkened parking floor. She&#8217;d left her coat upstairs, hanging on the back of a chair in the studio, but she would gladly freeze rather than set foot in that building ever again.</p>
<p>He didn&#8217;t make eye contact again. Or smile. &#8216;Wait by the gate,&#8217; he simply said and then turned to stride towards a charcoal Jaguar.</p>
<p>She walked a dead straight line towards the exit gate. The fastest, most direct route she could. She only reached it a moment or two before the luxury car. She stood, rubbing her prickling flesh.</p>
<p>He must have activated the gate from inside his vehicle, and the large, steel lattice began to rattle along rollers towards her. He nudged his car forward, lowered his window, and peered out across his empty passenger seat.</p>
<p>She ducked to look at him. For moments. One of them really needed to say something. Might as well be her.</p>
<p>&#8216;Thanks again.&#8217; <i>For sanctuary in the elevator. For spiriting her away, now.</i></p>
<p><i> </i>His eyes darkened and he slid designer sunglasses up onto the bridge of his nose. &#8216;Good luck&#8217; was all he said. Then he shifted his Jag into gear and drove forward out of the still-widening gate.</p>
<p>She stared after him.</p>
<p>It seemed an odd thing to say in lieu of goodbye but maybe he knew something she didn&#8217;t.</p>
<p>Maybe he knew how much she was going to need that luck.</p>
<p><i>Hell.</i></p>
<p><i> </i>That was the longest elevator ride of Zander&#8217;s life. Trapped in two square metres of double-thickness steel with a sobbing woman. Except she hadn&#8217;t been sobbing—not outwardly—but she was hurting inwardly; pain was coming off her in waves. Totally tangible.</p>
<p>The waves had hit him the moment he nudged his way into her elevator, but it was too late, then, to step back and let her go down without him. Not without making her feel worse.</p>
<p>He knew who she was. He just hadn&#8217;t known it was her standing in the elevator he ran for or he wouldn&#8217;t have launched himself at the closing doors.</p>
<p>She must have bolted straight from the studio to the exit the moment they threw to the first track out of the Valentine&#8217;s segment. Lord knew he did; he wanted to get across town to the network head offices before they screamed for him to come in.</p>
<p>Proactive instead of reactive. He never wanted someone higher up his food chain to call him and find him just sitting there waiting for their call. He wouldn&#8217;t give them the satisfaction. Or the power.</p>
<p>By the time he got across London&#8217;s peak-hour gridlock he&#8217;d have the right spin for the on-air balls-up. Turning a negative into a positive. Oiling the waters. The kind of problem-solving he was famous—and em-ployed—for.</p>
<p>The kind of problem-solving he loathed.</p>
<p>He blew out a steady breath and took an orange light just as it was turning red in order to keep moving. None of them had expected the guy to say no. Who said no to a proposal, live on air? You said yes live and then you backed out of it later if it wasn&#8217;t what you wanted. That was what ninety-five per cent of Londoners would do.</p>
<p>Apparently this guy was Mr Five Per Cent.</p>
<p>Then again, who asked a man to marry her live on radio if she wasn&#8217;t already confident of the answer? Or maybe she thought she was? She wouldn&#8217;t be the first to find out she was wrong…the hard way.</p>
<p>Empathy curled his fingers tight on the expensive leather of his steering wheel. Who was he to cast stones?</p>
<p>He&#8217;d recognised that expression immediately. The one where you&#8217;d happily agree for the elevator to plunge eight storeys rather than have to step out and face the world. At least his own humiliation had been limited to just his family and friends.</p>
<p>Just <i>two hundred</i> of his and Lara&#8217;s nearest and dearest.</p>
<p>Georgia Stone&#8217;s would be all over the city today and all over the world by tomorrow.</p>
<p>He was counting on it. Though he&#8217;d have preferred it not to be on the back of someone&#8217;s pain and humiliation. He hadn&#8217;t got that bad…yet.</p>
<p>He eased his foot onto the brake as the traffic ground to a halt around him and resisted the urge to lean on his horn.</p>
<p>Not that he imagined a girl like that would suffer for long. Tall and pale and pretty with that tangle of dark, short curls. She&#8217;d dressed for her proposal—that was a sweet and unexpected touch in the casual world of radio. Half his on-air staff would come to work in their pyjamas if they had th&#8230;</p>
<p><span style="color:#e06666;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>My Review</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Imagine feeling confident enough in your relationship to actually propose on air. Even as much I love my Hubby and know that he loves me, I never would have done it. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This seems to be poor Georgia&#8217;s lot in life. Her boyfriend&#8217;s sister convinces her to enter a contest at the local radio station to win a free wedding and the chance to propose on air on Valentine&#8217;s Day. As luck would have it, she wins. Georgia not only proposed, but got turned down &#8211; with a long explanation as to why. Could it have been more humiliating? </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This leaves the executive, Zander Rush, in a pickle. How can he possibly spin  the disaster to not only save his job, but the contest. And, as if his day couldn&#8217;t get any worse, he steps onto the elevator with the devastated young woman from the contest.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Knowing exactly how Georgia feels, he comes up with what he thinks is a fail-proof plan to help her get over her ex and fulfil the year long contract she signed with the station; and he plans to document the entire year! What follows is a story about finding out exactly who you are and what you love to do. How to Get Over Your Ex is also about finding love in unexpected places. It was everything you expect of a Harlequin Romance novel. It was light-hearted, fun, interesting, and had great characters. I loved the cover and thought it represented the book.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>&#8220;We plan to keep you so busy you won&#8217;t have time to wallow.&#8221; Wallow? Anger rushed up and billowed under her coat. But she didn&#8217;t let it out. Not directly. &#8220;Busy with what?&#8221; she gritted. &#8220;Makeovers. New clothes. Access to all the top clubs&#8230;You name it, we&#8217;ll arrange it. EROS is making it our personal business to get you back on your feet. Total reinvention. And on your way to meeting Mr. Right.&#8221; She stared at him, aghast. &#8220;Mr. Right?&#8221; &#8220;This is an opportunity to reinvent yourself and to find a new man to love.&#8221; She just stared. There were no words.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>&#8220;I&#8217;m going to take a year off life to just get back to who I really am. To avoid men altogether and just remember what I liked about being myself.&#8221; The idea blew across her mind likes the leaves on the gravel path ahead of them. But it felt very right. &#8220;It will be the year of Georgia.&#8221;</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Georgia watched the woman walk away from her. Heels. They did something very special to a walk, even on gravel and grass. Pity she didn&#8217;t have a single pair above a serviceable inch. Maybe that was something she could put on her Year of Georgia list. &#8216;Learn to walk in heels.&#8217; And not because men liked them &#8211; though the distracted glances of two groundsmen passing the woman confirmed that they did &#8211; but because heels were a side of herself that she just never indulged. Heels and pole dancing. They could go on the sidelist she was quietly developing. Tough both could easily break her neck.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><span style="color:#e06666;font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>&#8220;I&#8217;m saying all the classes in the world aren&#8217;t going to make your life better, because life isn&#8217;t something you apply like make-up. It&#8217;s something you grow and tend. Like a garden.&#8221;</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#e06666;font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>&#8220;What fills your life?&#8221; His answer was immediate. &#8220;Work. Running.&#8221; The only two things he did. They couldn&#8217;t both be gap fillers, surely? &#8220;What are you filling?&#8221; He stared. &#8220;A whole lot of empty.&#8221;</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>&#8220;It&#8217;s not stupid to want to spend your life with someone. It&#8217;s brave.&#8221;</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>The Year of Georgia was supposed to have taught her who she was. It was supposed to have given her a taste of what was possible and highlighted the deficiencies in her life. And it had worked. She was Georgia Stone. For better or for worse. Weirdly obsessed with plants, content to walk alone amongst Roman ruins, uninterested in cooking or wine appreciation or shoes, but a crack shot with a blankpistol and the fastest code-cracker the spy school had ever seen. Terrible at the contrived sexy steps of salsa but a natural at the private undulations of belly dancing. A decent rower but a terrible swimmer. She was a lab rat and a loyal and ethical employee.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><i>Disclaimer / Disclosure: I received a complimentary copy of the book with no obligation for a positive review. No compensation &#8211; monetary or in kind &#8211; has been obtained for this post. Cover art and book description courtesy of the author, publisher, or PR firm.</i></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; On a chilly January morning, anesthesiologist Dr. Jenna Reiner made her daily drive to St. Augustine hospital, completely unaware that her life was about to change forever. One of the surgical technicians in her hospital has been stealing syringes, and infecting patients with &#8230; <a href="https://mybookofstories.wordpress.com/2013/03/14/its-nothing-personal-by-kate-oreilley-fiction-based-on-a-true-story/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mybookofstories.wordpress.com&#038;blog=20477453&#038;post=931&#038;subd=mybookofstories&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p><span style="color:#333333;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">On a chilly January morning, <a title="Anesthesiologist" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anesthesiologist">anesthesiologist</a> Dr. Jenna Reiner made her daily drive to <a title="St. Augustine, Florida" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=29.8942638889,-81.3132083333&amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;q=29.8942638889,-81.3132083333%20(St.%20Augustine%2C%20Florida)&amp;t=h">St. Augustine</a> hospital, completely unaware that her life was about to change forever. One of the surgical technicians in her hospital has been stealing syringes, and infecting patients with hepatitis C. The battle against the thieving <a title="Surgical technologist" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surgical_technologist">surgical technician</a> was only the beginning. Jenna Reiner was about to begin the fight of her life &#8211; the fight for her reputation, her pride, and her sanity. Beautifully composed, and inspired by real-life events, It&#8217;s Nothing Personal is a riveting, suspenseful, and emotional thriller that tells the story of faith and fortitude when an innocent woman finds herself surrounded by corruption and greed.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><i style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color:#990000;font-size:x-large;">Kate O’Reilley</span></i></p>
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<p style="display:inline!important;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kate O’Reilley is a physician specializing in anesthesiology.  In late 2009, life brought Kate to her knees when she was named in a high-profile <a title="Medical malpractice" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medical_malpractice">medical malpractice</a> suit.  The ordeal nearly destroyed her.  When the dust settled, friends and colleagues urged Kate to write a book about her experience.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Heeding their advice, Kate poured her heart into her first novel.  <b><i>IT’S <a title="Nothing Personal" href="http://www.amazon.com/Nothing-Personal-Eileen-Dreyer/dp/0061042757%3FSubscriptionId%3D0G81C5DAZ03ZR9WH9X82%26tag%3Dzem-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3D0061042757">NOTHING PERSONAL</a></i></b> provides a fictional account of Kate’s experience, peppered with some unexpected twists.  To many, it will be an eye-opening glimpse into the relentless and corrupt world of medical malpractice.<b><i></i></b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Working tirelessly, Kate has also completed her second novel.  </span><b style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>IN GOOD HANDS</i></b><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> is a gripping account of Dr. Mandy McGowen, an anesthesiologist who starts dispensing her own version of justice on patients at a county hospital.  </span><b style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>IN GOOD HANDS</i></b><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> WILL BE RELEASED SUMMER 2013.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kate O’Reilley also entertains her readers through her blog at </span><a style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;" href="http://www.katevsworld.com/">www.katevsworld.com</a><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.  A demonstration of Kate’s wit and sarcastic humor, her posts expose idiosyncrasies, atrocities, and contradictions in our world. </span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A native of </span><a style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;" title="Colorado" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=39.0,-105.5&amp;spn=3.0,3.0&amp;q=39.0,-105.5%20(Colorado)&amp;t=h">Colorado</a><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, Kate continues to live in the </span><a style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;" title="Rocky Mountains" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=39.11775,-106.445358333&amp;spn=0.01,0.01&amp;q=39.11775,-106.445358333%20(Rocky%20Mountains)&amp;t=h">Rocky Mountain</a><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> state with her husband and their daughter.  In Kate’s spare time, she enjoys running, reading and spending time with her family.  Her family vacations are always spent in </span><a style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;" title="Hawaii" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=21.3113888889,-157.796388889&amp;spn=3.0,3.0&amp;q=21.3113888889,-157.796388889%20(Hawaii)&amp;t=h">Hawaii</a><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, a place that Kate and her family hold dear to their hearts.  Having lived on </span><a style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;" title="Oahu" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=21.4666666667,-157.983333333&amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;q=21.4666666667,-157.983333333%20(Oahu)&amp;t=h">Oahu</a><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> while her daughter was young, Kate and her family relish the day when they can return to the islands permanently.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Website: </span><a style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;" href="http://www.kateoreilley.com/">http://www.kateoreilley.com</a></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Blog: <a href="http://www.katevsworld.com/">http://www.katevsworld.com</a><br />
FB link: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/kateoreilleyauthor?fref=ts">http://www.facebook.com/kateoreilleyauthor?fref=ts</a><br />
<a title="Twitter" href="http://twitter.com/">Twitter</a> ID: <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/@kateoreilley">@kateoreilley</a><br />
Amazon Link:<br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Its-Nothing-Personal-ebook/dp/B00B1B28W0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1359221282&amp;sr=8-2&amp;keywords=kate+o%27reilley">http://www.amazon.com/Its-Nothing-Personal-ebook/dp/B00B1B28W0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1359221282&amp;sr=8-2&amp;keywords=kate+o%27reilley</a></span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#990000;font-size:x-large;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>My Inspiration </i></span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>for </i></span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>It’s Nothing Personal</i></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span style="color:#990000;font-size:x-large;">Kate O’Reilley</span></i><b></b></span></p>
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<p> <span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Some people feel inspired to write, and then they go about the arduous task of creating a story.  In my situation, things worked in reverse.  My story was thrust upon me with fury and venom.  When the dust settled, I was urged by close friends and co-workers to document my experiences.  From the depths of misery, the words poured from my soul, and </span><b style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>It’s Nothing Personal</i></b><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> was born.  </span></p>
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<p> <span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">On a cold winter’s day in 2009, a surgical scrub technician named Kristen Parker was allegedly targeting unsuspecting anesthesiologists.  According to Parker’s testimony, if she found herself alone in an operating, she would seize the opportunity – the opportunity to feed her drug addiction.  Reportedly, she would steal syringes of Fentanyl, a powerful and addictive intravenous narcotic, from anesthesiologists’ carts.  In order to conceal her theft, she stated that she would replace the stolen syringe with one containing saline and bearing a Fentanyl sticker.  To the naked eye, the two syringes would have been indistinguishable.  As time passed, however, Parker apparently became lazy.  Instead of substituting clean syringes for the stolen ones, she would simply refill the syringes that she had used to inject herself.  Purportedly, anesthesiologists used these syringes on patients during surgical procedures.  Unfortunately, the syringes were contaminated with Parker’s deadly hepatitis C virus.</span></p>
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<p> <span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Six months later, I was sued.  My patient’s attorneys were among the most aggressive, ruthless, and successful malpractice lawyers in the region.  As the lawsuit progressed, the stakes increased considerably.  The plaintiff’s attorneys threatened to include punitive damages in the charges against me.  If that happened, they could go after my personal assets.  I was thrown into a dangerous and very cunning game of chess, but instead of fighting to protect my king, I was fighting for my life.</span></p>
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<p> <span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">On my lawyer’s orders, I was locked in a world where I could talk to a very select group of individuals – my attorneys and my husband.  Isolated from my peers, I dealt the grief, guilt, despair, embarrassment, self-doubt, and immeasurable sadness on my own.  For over two solid years, the malpractice suit dominated my existence.  There wasn’t a day that went by where it didn’t creep into my consciousness – some days more than others.  During that time, I felt so alone, so tarnished, and so inferior.</span></p>
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<p> <span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When the situation finally came to a close, I felt obligated to document my experience.  Although </span><b style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>It’s Nothing Personal</i></b><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> is a work of fiction, it is inspired by my personal journey through hell.  As much as it is a story of sadness and corruption, it is also a story of survival.</span></p>
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<p> <i><span style="color:#850004;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:x-large;">Up close and personal with author Kate O&#8217;Reilley:</span></span></i></p>
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<p><i><span style="color:#850004;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:x-large;">Can you tell me about writing the book?</span></span></i></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;"><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The book is inspired by my personal experience as a physician sued in a high-profile case.  I risked a great deal even writing it, and more so with my recent interviews with the local press.  In the end, I feel strongly that it is an issue that needs to be aired, regardless of the personal repercussions.  This event brought a hospital to its knees.  I’m sure there will be those who are angry with me for causing the story to resurface.  However, after living through the most stressful event of my life, I feel compelled to expose what a malpractice suit does to a physician.  I hope doing so helps other doctors in the future who are facing something similar.</span></span></p>
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<p> <i><span style="color:#850004;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:x-large;">Tell me about the deposition. Was it as intimidating as indicated in the book?</span></span></i></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;"><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As far as news stories, there are a few.  It humiliates me up to reveal them, but they are part of the story.  In late November, early December of 2011, we were in the middle of settlement negotiations.  I was broken, and I wanted out.  Just like in the book, my family and I flew to Hawaii on Thanksgiving Day.  My attorneys assured me that the lawsuit would be settled by the time we got back.  On Black Friday, the first ‘real’ day of our vacation, my office notified me that a reporter was attempting to reach me.</span></span></p>
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<p> <i><span style="color:#850004;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:x-large;">Why the pen name and not your real name?</span></span></i></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;"><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the time that I began writing <b><i>It’s Nothing Personal</i></b>, I was very wounded.  I thought it would be better to keep my true identity a mystery.  However, since the book’s publication, I’ve become stronger.  I’ve also become driven by the desire to help other doctors who are facing malpractice litigation.  In order to tell my story, I was compelled to reveal my identity.  However, I will continue to write as Kate.  For me, Kate O’Reilley represents hope and optimism.  In many ways, I identify much more with the new me (as Kate) than my former self (Sherry Gorman).</span></span></p>
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<p> <i><span style="color:#850004;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:x-large;">Kate (Sherry) provided me with the following news links. Please pay special attention to her message below, because as most of us have already had the experience of knowing &#8211; the news media does tend to take things out of context in order to sensationalize stories. </span></span></i></p>
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<p><span style="color:#990000;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i> </i></span><i style="color:#990000;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;">I am going to say first of all that I have been spending some time over on Kate&#8217;s blog. It is well worth the trip &#8211; only if you are not opposed to rotfl (rolling on the floor laughing!) This brave lady also has a sense of humor!</i></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>It&#8217;s Nothing Personal</i> is Kate O&#8217;Reilley&#8217;s first book and she&#8217;s started it with a bang. The writing is intelligent and the characters were well on their way to distinguishing their personalities in the just the first chapter. </span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#222222;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was captivated after completing the first chapter and went on to read the entire book &#8211; as fast as I could! What unfolded and took up the remaining chapters of the book was a bone-chilling fiction documentary (right or wrong &#8211; these are my descriptive words) of the author&#8217;s life. Not only does the author use her anaesthesiology background to give the reader first hand knowledge of the inside workings of an OR, but she goes on to use her lawsuit deposition experience to enlighten the reader to the nerve wracking tactics of barracuda attorneys. The story also shows how friendships and marriage can be tested to the limits, and how even the most loyal of friends may be forced to do things to save themselves. </span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I would sue everyone involved and take him or her for all that they had. I wouldn&#8217;t stop until everyone who bore any </span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">responsibility</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> suffered miserable. I would seek revenge. </i>At that exact moment, Jenna fully comprehended the degree of trouble she faced if she indeed had an infected patient.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">At that moment, Jenna&#8217;s entire life was dissolving. Everything she had strived to achieve was blowing away, like a pile of dust. Standing in the small room, Jenna felt the air grow thick and heavy. It hurt to breathe. Scorching bile rose up from her stomach, coating the back of her throat. She stared at the letter, but the words bled into one another &#8211; a sheet of blurry black waves upon a white background. Jenna needed to flee before anyone could see her. Attempting to escape, her legs buckled beneath her. Unsteady and weak, she pushed herself into motion.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&#8220;The judge cleared his throat, never for a second taking his eyes off of Hillary Martin. <i>&#8220;Ms. Martin, how do you wish to plea?&#8221; &#8220;Guilty, Your Honor,&#8221;</i> she replied, this time slightly louder. <i>&#8220;Do you enter this plea on your own free will and not under any coercion or external influence?&#8221; &#8220;Yes sir.&#8221;</i> The judge smacked his gavel once. The thud echoed throughout the crowded courtroom, like a gun being fired. <i>&#8220;The court rejects your guilty plea.&#8221;</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>&#8220;Besides your (Jenna) performance in court, your deposition will probably be the most important thing you contribute to your case. To be brutally honest, the purpose of your deposition is singular. It&#8217;s Anders&#8217; chance to get you to hang yourself with your own words. She will try to get you to admit that what you did was wrong. She will attempt to twist our words, trip you up, and make you appear dishonest. She will hammer you with the same questions over and over again for hours in hopes that you will eventually contradict yourself. All while you are being videotaped, audiotaped, and every word you say is transcribed by a court reporter.&#8221;</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>&#8220;Mommy, please don&#8217;t cry,&#8221; </i>Mia begged. <i>&#8220;Everything will be okay. Daddy and I promise. Don&#8217;t we, Daddy?&#8221;&#8230;</i>Jenna blindly followed her daughter into the bedroom. For Mia&#8217;s sake, Jenna let her pick out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. In a reversal of roles, Mia helped Jenna pull her cotton scrub top over her head and tossed it into the hamper&#8230;Indulging her daughter was the best thing that had happened to Jenna all day.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lyle had been secluded in his office for the duration of the deposition. He watched the events unfold from a live video stream supplied by multiple hidden cameras embedded at strategic locations within the conference room. His entire day was spent dissecting the facial expressions, body language, and mannerisms of everyone in the room, particularly those of Dr. Reiner. On more than one occasion  Lyle fought the impulse to barge in and attack her. The doctor&#8217;s soft-spoken nature and composure incensed him.</span></p>
<p><em><strong><i>Reprinted from Kate O&#8217;Reilley&#8217;s website:</i></strong></em></p>
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<p><em><strong> </strong></em><em><strong>Kate O’Reilley is a physician, specializing in anesthesiology.  In late 2009, Kate was plunged into a painful battle in a high-profile, medical malpractice suit.  The calamity that ensued nearly destroyed Kate and her family.  After the suit ended and the wounds started to heal, Kate was urged by close friends and co-workers to document her experiences.  The words flowed, and <span style="color:#b22222;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Its-Nothing-Personal-ebook/dp/B00B1B28W0/ref=sr_1_sc_3?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1358559058&amp;sr=8-3-spell&amp;keywords=kate+oreiley&amp;tag=side02b-20"><span style="color:#b22222;">It’s Nothing Personal</span></a></span> was born from Kate’s journey through her temporary hell.</strong></em></p>
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<p><em><strong> </strong></em><em><strong>Through the process of writing <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Its-Nothing-Personal-ebook/dp/B00B1B28W0/ref=sr_1_sc_3?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1358559058&amp;sr=8-3-spell&amp;keywords=kate+oreiley&amp;tag=side02b-20"><span style="color:#b22222;">It’s Nothing Personal</span></a>, Kate has come to terms with her ordeal.  She has emerged a new person, with a new goal — to share with the public and other doctors the brutal reality of medical malpractice suits.  Speaking openly about the trauma of being sued is considered taboo amongst most physicians.  That unspoken code of silence inflicts further isolation and grief upon the doctor who has everything on the line. For a doctor whose skills and judgement are publicly questioned and scrutinized, the stress is all-encompassing.  Most physicians are irrevocably changed, and some are even pushed to the ultimate breaking point — suicide.  In order to publicly address this topic, Kate was forced to summon the courage to reveal her real-life identity, Dr. Sherry Gorman.  Her story has been featured in a televised interview on the <a href="http://www.9news.com/rss/story.aspx?storyid=318509"><span style="color:#b22222;">Denver NBC affiliate</span></a>, on <span style="color:#b22222;"><a href="http://www.850koa.com/pages/cmn.html?article=10864536"><span style="color:#b22222;">radio</span></a></span>, and in the national publication, <span style="color:#b22222;"><a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2013/02/22/doctor-accused-of-infecting-patients-with-hepatitis-c-breaks-silence.html"><span style="color:#b22222;">The Daily Beast</span></a></span>.  If even one physician gains some level of solace in Dr. Gorman’s/Kate O’Reilley’s story, she will feel the personal risks she faces associated with going public will have been worth it.</strong></em></p>
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<p><em><strong>Although Dr. Gorman has publicly shared her identity, she identifies more with her pen name Kate O’Reilley.  For this woman who has endured so much heartache, Kate O’Reilley represents her new spirit.  One that is filled with hope, optimism, and a new found passion in writing.</strong></em></p>
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<p><em><strong>Kate’s second book, In Good Hands, is a moving, gripping, and tragic story of an anesthesiologist who dispenses her own version of  justice after being the innocent victim of a brutal crime.</strong></em></p>
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<p><em><strong>Kate currently resides in Colorado with her husband and beautiful daughter.  In her spare time, she enjoys running, writing, reading, and spending time with her family.  Her family vacations are always spent in Hawaii, a place that Kate and her family hold dear to their hearts.  Having lived on Oahu while her daughter was young, Kate and her family relish the day when they can return to the islands permanently.</strong></em></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fate was working against little Brian Mauretti. The food that was meant to nourish him was poisoning him instead, and the doctors said the damage was devastating and absolute. Fate had written off Brian. But fate didn&#8217;t count on a woman as &#8230; <a href="https://mybookofstories.wordpress.com/2013/03/13/goodnight-brian-by-steven-manchester/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mybookofstories.wordpress.com&#038;blog=20477453&#038;post=923&#038;subd=mybookofstories&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4 id="yui_3_7_2_1_1355494031194_30704"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o3GF30Q2Dtk/UMtLifXXZwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tCC3q_rFgfQ/s1600/GoodnightBrian_Cover.png"><img class="alignright" style="border:0;" alt="" src="http://mybookofstories.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/goodnightbrian_cover.png?w=198&#038;h=320" width="198" height="320" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fate was working against little Brian Mauretti. The food that was meant to nourish him was poisoning him instead, and the doctors said the damage was devastating and absolute. Fate had written off Brian. But fate didn&#8217;t count on a woman as determined as Brian’s grandmother, Angela DiMartino – who everyone knew as Mama. Loving her grandson with everything she had, Mama endeavored to battle fate. Fate had no idea what it was in for.</span></h4>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">An emotional tale about the strength of family bonds, unconditional love, and the perseverance to do our best with the challenging gifts we receive, GOODNIGHT, BRIAN is an uplifting tribute to what happens when giving up is not an option.</span></p>
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<p>PUBLICATION DATE: January 8, 2013</p>
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<p><em id="yui_3_7_2_1_1355494031194_30713">About the Author:</em>Steven <a title="Manchester" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=53.4666666667,-2.23333333333&amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;q=53.4666666667,-2.23333333333%20(Manchester)&amp;t=h">Manchester</a> is the author of the #1 bestseller TWELVE MONTHS and PRESSED PENNIES, THE UNEXPECTED STORM: The <a title="Gulf War" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gulf_War">Gulf War</a> Legacy, and JACOB EVANS, as well as several books under the pseudonym, Steven Herberts. His work has appeared on <a title="NBC TODAY Show" href="http://www.hulu.com/nbc-today-show">NBC’s Today Show</a>, <a title="CBS" href="http://www.cbs.com/">CBS</a>’s <a title="The Early Show" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Early_Show">The Early Show</a>, <a title="CNN" href="http://www.cnn.com/">CNN</a>’s <a title="American Morning" href="http://www.cnn.com/CNN/Programs/american.morning/">American Morning</a> and <a title="Black Entertainment Television" href="http://www.bet.com/">BET</a>’s Nightly N ews. Recently, three of Steven’s short stories were selected “101 Best” for the <a title="Chicken Soup for the Soul" href="http://www.chickensoup.com/">Chicken Soup for the Soul</a> series. When not spending time with his beautiful wife, Paula, or his four children, this <a title="Massachusetts" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=42.3,-71.8&amp;spn=3.0,3.0&amp;q=42.3,-71.8%20(Massachusetts)&amp;t=h">Massachusetts</a> author is promoting his works or writing.</p>
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<p><em><span style="color:#317bb0;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;">Excerpt</span></span></em></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Enough time had passed for the shock of Brian’s condition to wear off. Joan had stumbled beyond the grieving process and had given up negotiating with <a title="God" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God">God</a>. She was now at a place called rage. Mama sat with her daughter at the kitchen table, trying to help her make sense of it all. “Maybe Brian’s a test from God?” Mama suggested.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why would God test a little baby who’s never done a thing wrong? Why would He test an innocent child?” Joan snapped back.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mama shook her head. “I didn’t say God was testing Brian,” she said evenly. There was a thoughtful pause. “Maybe He’s testing everyone around Brian?”</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I don’t want to hear that!” Joan roared. “My son will never be able to enjoy the life of other people who don’t…”</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mama slapped her hand on the Formica table, stopping Joan in mid-sentence and turning her face into that of a seven-year-old girl’s. “Not another negative word, do you hear me?” she yelled back, quickly grabbing her daughter’s hands and holding them tightly. “Positive, Joan – everything must be positive! Negative calls for negative and positive brings forth positive. Brian’s already facing some unfair challenges. We have to be positive, Joan. We just have to be!”</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Joan wiped her eyes. “But what if the doctor’s right, Ma?” she muttered in a tortured voice. “What </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">if…”</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Without letting Joan’s hands go, Mama took a deep breath and started in on her own tirade. “The doctors don’t know what the hell they’re talking about! I had a grandmother who lived her whole life as a brittle diabetic, but she ate anything she wanted. She died three days before her eighty-fifth birthday. Your grandfather supposedly had cirrhosis of the liver, but lived with his bottle for forty more years until old age took him. They don’t know beans! Besides, we need to have faith in a higher source.” She pulled her crucifix away from her neck and kissed it. “You have to believe, Joan. Before any of the healing can take place, you have to believe that it will.” She nodded and lowered her tone. “Only God knows how… and that’s enough.”</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Joan placed her face in her hands and began to cry. She was now completely removed from her rage and safely returned to the stage of grief. “I’m…just… so…scared,” she stuttered, sobbing.</span></p>
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<p> <i style="color:#0b5394;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;">My Review:</i></p>
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</i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As promised, I am back with my review &#8211; or will be, as soon as I dry the tears in my eyes and splash cold water on my face. Goodnight Brian is a truly remarkable book and it next to impossible to review the book without book quotes and giving away part of the storyline.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The title would have you believe that Brian is the main character in the book, and while he is definitely at the heart of the story, it is Mama who at the center. Brian was born with a nutritional disorder that was intent on destroying him and leaving him severely handicapped. And while his mother and father were at a loss as they sat in front of a doctor telling them that he would never walk or talk, or accomplish even the smallest of tasks, it is his grandmother, Mama, who refuses to accept defeat &#8211; and with her faith, erased the word &#8220;can&#8217;t&#8221; from the families vocabulary.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>&#8220;Joan, you listen to me right now. That doctor&#8217;s wrong! Brian&#8217;s going to write his own story. He&#8217;s going to sing his own song and no one&#8217;s going to sing it for him. It&#8217;s his life and it&#8217;s between him and God&#8230;not some fool doctor who&#8217;s had so much schooling that he&#8217;s forgotten the power of faith.&#8221;</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>&#8220;No such word as can&#8217;t!&#8221; she blurted. &#8220;Brian is abled, not disabled&#8230;and we&#8217;re never going to treat him like he&#8217;s handicapped. Let him learn to do it for himself, please.&#8221; </i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is so much to say about this book. The story shows the love and determination of a family matriarch determined to have her grandson be as self-sufficient as he possibly can. Mama devotes every fiber of her being to Brian and enlists the help of everyone in the family; aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings. She teaches the children that Brian is like a butterfly and they must allow him his struggles and not do everything for him. She instills life lessons at every turn as only a grandmother can. I loved the analogy the author used about the butterfly and it becomes a thread throughout the book. She used it to explain to the children that instead of doing for Brian, they needed to let Brian figure some things out.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>&#8220;Butterflies start out as fuzzy, crawly caterpillars.&#8221;&#8230;&#8221;And when the time&#8217;s just right, each caterpillar forms its own cocoon. About two weeks later, when it&#8217;s time for them to fly off into the world as a butterfly, they have to struggle with all their might to break out of that cocoon. And believe me, they can&#8217;t fly until they&#8217;ve struggled for a very long time.&#8221; She searched their faces. &#8220;If they didn&#8217;t have to struggle,&#8221; she explained, &#8220;then they wouldn&#8217;t be able to build up the muscles that they need to fly.&#8221; She looked at Brian and rubbed his belly. &#8220;We don&#8217;t want our little boy to be a caterpillar forever, right?&#8221;&#8230;&#8221;Brian&#8217;s our butterfly, so he&#8217;s going to have to learn how to break out of his own cocoon.&#8221;</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was Mama who took over and did what needed to be done when the parents had exhausted themselves. This grandmother&#8217;s love, deep faith, and determination holds the family together and it is Brian who teaches the family about unconditional love. The book also showed the real human side to the parents as one parent was better able to cope with the handicaps than the other. Mama was a wise woman and the life lessons she imparted to her loved ones throughout the book, I also found myself taking them to heart. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goodnight Brian is a heart wrenching, heart lifting read that goes so much deeper into the soul of the reader than I have words for. I recommend this book to everyone, regardless of a favorite genre. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>&#8220;Heaven is our reality,&#8221; her mother explained. &#8220;It&#8217;s life on Earth that&#8217;s the dream.&#8221;</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><i style="color:#0b5394;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;">Book Quotes:</i></p>
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<p><span style="color:#0b5394;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>&#8220;So you think Ross is ready for a new brother or sister?&#8221; Moma asked&#8230;&#8221;It&#8217;s gonna sound strange, Ma, but it&#8217;s like he&#8217;s more protective of the baby than jealous&#8221;&#8230;As if on cue, Ross walked into the kitchen and approached his mother. After giving her belly one quick rub, he headed back to the T.V.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know&#8230;maybe nothing. It&#8217;s just that since I put Brian on the formula, he&#8217;s been irritable and even cries sometimes after feedings. And that&#8217;s not like him&#8221;&#8230;As she yawned, she spotted Brian lying motionless in his crib, a zombie&#8217;s expression on his face. &#8220;Oh God!&#8221; she screamed and leaped to her feet, nearly tripping from the lack of blood in her legs. Her baby was gray, with big, black circles under his eyes. He&#8217;d lost so many bodily fluids through the night that he was scratching at death&#8217;s door.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Mama sat with her daughter at the kitchen table, trying to help her make sense of it all. &#8220;Maybe Brian&#8217;s a test from God?&#8221; Mama suggested. &#8220;Why would God test a little baby who&#8217;s never done a thing wrong? Why would He test an innocent child?&#8221; Joan snapped back. Mama shook her head. &#8220;I didn&#8217;t say God was testing Brian,&#8221; she said evenly. There was a thoughtful pause. &#8220;Maybe He&#8217;s testing everyone around Brian?&#8221;</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>&#8220;I&#8217;m just so scared,&#8221; she (Joan) stuttered, sobbing. Mama stroked her hair. &#8220;Don&#8217;t you worry, love. They say that children are raised by a village.&#8221; She nodded her gray, curly head. &#8220;I think it&#8217;s about time we had a village meeting.&#8221;</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>&#8220;Here&#8217;s the real secret to succeeding in life: You get knocked down, you get back up. You get knocked down again, you get back up. It&#8217;s not getting knocked down that&#8217;s the problem. Life does that to everyone. It&#8217;s when you don&#8217;t get back up that you&#8217;re in trouble.&#8221;&#8230;&#8221;Fortunately, Brian refuses to stay down.&#8221;</i></span></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[A Buyer&#8217;s Beware Guide to Remarriage! &#160; Learning from the mistakes of a failed first marriage and telling yourself you will do better the next time around is like saying if you lose a football game you&#8217;ll win the next &#8230; <a href="https://mybookofstories.wordpress.com/2013/02/13/before-you-say-i-do-again-by-benjamin-h-berkley/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mybookofstories.wordpress.com&#038;blog=20477453&#038;post=921&#038;subd=mybookofstories&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#990000;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>A Buyer&#8217;s Beware Guide to Remarriage!</i></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Learning from the mistakes of a failed first marriage and telling yourself you will do better the next time around is like saying if you lose a football game you&#8217;ll win the next one.  You will but only if you learn some new plays before you go back on the field.  Presented   by an <a class="zem_slink" title="Lawyer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lawyer" target="_blank" rel="wikipedia">attorney</a> who has seen all the warning signs, &#8220;<a title="Before You Say I Do" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Before_You_Say_I_Do" target="_blank" rel="wikipedia">BEFORE YOU SAY I DO</a>, AGAIN!&#8221; will teach those new plays to avoid coming up on the losing side again.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Note, <a class="zem_slink" title="Bookcase" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bookcase" target="_blank" rel="wikipedia">book shelves</a> are filled with warm and fuzzy titles authored by psychologists and family counselors.  Their message is to teach how to listen to each other and improve the relationship.  &#8220;BEFORE YOU SAY I DO, AGAIN!&#8221;is not a how to book to get back together or to stay together.  Instead it takes the gloves off and provides insight as to the issues one must consider before walking down the aisle a second time.  Tackling a serious subject, but presented in a sometimes whimsical fashion, &#8220;BEFORE YOU SAY I DO, AGAIN!&#8221; puts the brakes on the <a class="zem_slink" title="Wedding" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wedding" target="_blank" rel="wikipedia">wedding ceremony</a> and provides the reader with the questions that must be answered before she drives down the path of destruction.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In addition,   it provides information regarding the legal consequences of a failed <a title="Marriage" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marriage" target="_blank" rel="wikipedia">second marriage</a>. &#8220;BEFORE YOU SAY I DO, AGAIN!&#8221; is a &#8220;tell it is like it is guide&#8221;   to avoid an impending disaster.</span></p>
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<li><b>Paperback:</b> 240 pages</li>
<li><b>Publisher:</b> Frederick Fell Trade (September 15, 2009)</li>
<li><b>Product Dimensions: </b>5.9 x 0.9 x 8.9 inches</li>
<li><b>Average Customer Review:</b> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Before-You-Say-Do-Again/product-reviews/0883911736/ref=dp_db_cm_cr_acr_img?ie=UTF8&amp;showViewpoints=1">5.0 out of 5 stars</a></li>
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<p><span style="color:#0b5394;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>Praise for Before You Say I Do Again:</i></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&#8220;According to <a title="Psychology Today" href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/" target="_blank" rel="homepage">Psychology Today</a>, 60% of remarriages fail. What are the reasons? Why do people believe that whatever went wrong the first time won&#8217;t happen again?  Have you gone through a <a class="zem_slink" title="Divorce" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divorce" target="_blank" rel="wikipedia">divorce</a>, found a new partner and are considering remarrying? Perhaps you&#8217;re afraid of making the same mistake twice and are thinking of living together first? Do you wonder if you&#8217;re doing the right thing?  Before You Say I Do, Again answers these important questions, and much more. Written by a divorce attorney with over 30 years of experience, the book is filled with insightful information, practical advice and statistics supported by research studies.  Besides being chock-full of information, author/attorney Benjamin Berkley writes in a simple, light, engaging style, making the reading experience enjoyable. The structure is clear and well organized. Best of all, it is written by someone who really knows what he&#8217;s talking about. If you or someone in your life is considering remarrying, please do yourself a favour and get a copy of this book. It is definitely an eye opener.&#8221; <a title="Mayra Calvani" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mayra_Calvani" target="_blank" rel="wikipedia">Mayra Calvani</a>, BlogCritic Books</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&#8220;Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. &#8220;Before You Say I Do Again: A Buyer&#8217;s Beware Guide to Remarriage&#8221; is aimed at those who may be taking the dive into marriage the second time and want to be legally prepared this time around. Written from an attorney&#8217;s perspective, he offers much advice people should know the second time around to see if you&#8217;re truly ready to do it again. &#8220;Before You Say I Do Again&#8221; is a solid and highly recommended read that&#8217;ll educate and make many people reconsider.&#8221; <a title="Midwest Book Review" href="http://www.midwestbookreview.com/" target="_blank" rel="homepage">Midwest Book Review</a></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&#8220;Here&#8217;s helpful advice from an attorney, packaged in a readable, insightful new book! Even if you&#8217;ve already remarried, you may gain valuable tips here that can help you construct, or re-construct, the legal details of your new marriage.  Divorced? Dating? Considering a new marriage? Pick up this book and read it carefully. You&#8217;ll be glad you did.&#8221; Dr. David Frisbie, The Center for Marriage &amp; Family Studies</span></p>
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<p><i>Benjamin H. Berkley</i></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Growing up in </span><a style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" title="Long Beach, New York" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=40.5880555556,-73.6880555556&amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;q=40.5880555556,-73.6880555556%20(Long%20Beach%2C%20New%20York)&amp;t=h" target="_blank" rel="geolocation">Long Beach, NY</a><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, young Ben Berkley was fascinated by daily black-and-white re-runs of the TV lawyer show Perry Mason. After getting a B.A. in Speech and Hearing from </span><a style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" title="Adelphi University" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=40.7202,-73.6517&amp;spn=0.01,0.01&amp;q=40.7202,-73.6517%20(Adelphi%20University)&amp;t=h" target="_blank" rel="geolocation">Adelphi University</a><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> in </span><a style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" title="Garden City, New York" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=40.7269444444,-73.6497222222&amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;q=40.7269444444,-73.6497222222%20(Garden%20City%2C%20New%20York)&amp;t=h" target="_blank" rel="geolocation">Garden City, NY</a><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, Berkley earned his law degree from </span><a style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" title="Western State University College of Law" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=33.88,-117.89&amp;spn=0.01,0.01&amp;q=33.88,-117.89%20(Western%20State%20University%20College%20of%20Law)&amp;t=h" target="_blank" rel="geolocation">Western State University</a><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> in </span><a style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" title="Fullerton, California" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=33.88,-117.928611111&amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;q=33.88,-117.928611111%20(Fullerton%2C%20California)&amp;t=h" target="_blank" rel="geolocation">Fullerton, CA</a><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. For the past 34 years he has conducted a busy general practice which includes divorce, estate planning, family law, social security disability appeals and bankruptcy. His books include Before You Say I Do Again, A Buyer&#8217;s Beware Guide to Remarriage; My Wishes: Your Plan for Organizing and Communicating Your Family&#8217;s Needs; The Complete Executor&#8217;s Guide and Winning Your Social Security Disability Case. His debut novel, Against My Will, was published in September, 2012. He also writes a blog for the Huffington Post.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#003399;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>My Review</i></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(From the Preface)&#8221;I just hope I don&#8217;t make the same mistake twice.&#8221; Believe it or not, this is the phrase most often spoken by a client at the end of a divorce hearing.</p>
<p>(From the Introduction) &#8220;WARNING LABEL: This book may cause anxiety. It is best read when consuming ice cream, chocolate, or alcohol. If you are starting a new relationsip, this book should be read once a day. If you are engaged, it should be read four times a day. Regardless, always consult your attorney if you feel an uncontrollable urge to get remarried.&#8221;</p>
<p>(From Chapter 1) &#8220;A remarriage has one of the same partners who was present in your last marriage.&#8221;</p>
<p>Those three statements should give you pause &#8211; especially if you are thinking about walking down the aisle a second time &#8211; or a third? Before You Say I DO is a book full of valuable information, and I might add &#8211; statistics. An alarmingly high number of first marriages end in divorce. That number multiplies tremendously for those willing to take a second shot at happiness. I do not wish to deter you from marrying a second time. I myself was divorced after 18 years of marriage and have been happily married for 15 years to my husband. Not all of us play a part in statistics.</p>
<p>Anyone who is married will tell you that marriage is a like a job. You work hard and the benefits can go beyond your wildest imagination, but, if you do not take your &#8220;job&#8221; seriously, divorce may be lurking around the corner.</p>
<p>The book is divided into four parts. Part One deals with Navigating the Sea of Divorce with chapter titles such as &#8220;Should I open a restaurant or remarry?&#8221; and &#8220;The legal and nonlegal consequences of divorce&#8221; (and other chapters).</p>
<p>Part Two finds you &#8220;Getting Ready to Say I Do Again! And has chapter titles such as &#8220;Getting emotionally ready to say I do again&#8221; &#8220;Remarrying for love or money?&#8221; &#8220;Getting financially ready to say I do, again&#8221; and &#8220;Are you ready for remarriage?&#8221; (and other chapters)</p>
<p>Part Three shows you how to &#8220;Kick the tires and check under the hood&#8221; with chapters such as &#8220;Buyer Beware!&#8221; &#8220;Sex and Remarriage&#8221; and &#8220;The Symptoms of Divorce-What you may have missed the first time around&#8221; as well as &#8220;A blueprint to a successful remarriage&#8221; (and other chapters).</p>
<p>Part Four brings us to &#8220;Compatibility&#8221; and Mr. New vs. Mr. Old &#8211; How do they compare?&#8221;</p>
<p>The author also includes a sample Prenuptial Agreement, Last Will and Testament with Guardianship, and Asset Organizer.</p>
<p>What this book does is open your eyes with stories and examples that will resonate with any reader who is divorced and contemplating a second marriage. In all of the drama surrounding divorce, we sometimes fail to remember our own part in the demise of the marriage. We find someone new, the sparks are flying, and we once again have stars in our eyes. The chances of those stars blinding you to reality are great. Before you say I DO again gives you a reality check. The author has stuffed the book full of wonderful advice, garnered from over thirty years as a divorce attorney, to help you navigate those unchartered waters with success the second time around.</p>
<p>It is an engaging book with helpful stories and should be required reading for the divorced person wanting to take a second chance. Benjamine Berkley has an engaging style and the book is well organized with self-explanatory titles. He has been a divorce attorney for over thirty years of experience and is using that knowledge to help people before they show up in his office with a second failed marriage.</p>
<p>If you are divorced and hoping to remarry, this is a great guide book and well worth the read. Do yourself a favour and pick it up.</span></p>
<p>I received a copy of this book in exchange for my unbiased opinion.</p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2013 14:56:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ There is a saying, “You choose your actions, you do not get to choose the consequences”. &#160; Never is that more true than in divorce. &#160; The reasons, no matter how substantial, cease to matter as time wears on; it is &#8230; <a href="https://mybookofstories.wordpress.com/2013/02/13/you-choose-your-actions-not-the-consequences/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mybookofstories.wordpress.com&#038;blog=20477453&#038;post=918&#038;subd=mybookofstories&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;"> There is a saying, “You choose your actions, you do not get to choose the consequences”.<ins datetime="2013-02-12T19:54"></ins></span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;">Never is that more true than in <a title="Divorce" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divorce">divorce</a>.<ins datetime="2013-02-12T19:54"></ins></span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;">The reasons, no matter how substantial, cease to matter as time wears on; it is the consequences that live long and prosperous lives.<ins datetime="2013-02-12T19:53"></ins></span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;">       It no longer matters that there was abuse, infidelity, lack of love, <a title="Communication" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Communication">miscommunication</a>; it is the consequences that linger on. And, it is those consequences that affect everyone, from <a title="Adult" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adult">adults</a> to <a title="Child" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child">children</a>, grandparents to <a title="Godparent" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godparent">godparents</a>, cousins to godchildren.<ins datetime="2013-02-12T19:53"></ins></span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;">       I have not written any personal stories on my blog in a while. When your heart is broken, your mind struggles to be happy and that makes it difficult to write, at least it does for me. What made me sit down to write this morning was something that happened this past weekend.<ins datetime="2013-02-12T19:53"></ins></span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;">        We attended a family function the other night, and my own deeply guarded <a title="pain" href="http://www.everydayhealth.com/pain-management/hip-pain/index.aspx">pain</a> bubbled to the surface as I watched and listened to the pain of a child, now a grown <a class="zem_slink" title="Man" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man" target="_blank" rel="wikipedia">young man</a>, who was caught up as an extended casualty of a divorce that had nothing to do with him. He didn’t understand when someone he loved dearly suddenly disappeared from his life without a word. The only explanation he was given came from his parents. His <a title="Anger" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anger">anger</a> and hurt got the best of him and he confronted the accused, the one he did not know had been banned from his life due to divorce. As I watched their pain surface, my own pain jerked unchecked from its hiding place once again.<ins datetime="2013-02-12T19:53"></ins></span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;">       It is human nature to choose sides when there is conflict present, but what so many fail to realize is that the pain and the consequences of anger linger far into the future, where it has no place. There seems to be a demon present in some people that rears its ugly head to cause a normally sane person to loose all perspective, and anyone who will listen to the lamenting is drawn in.<ins datetime="2013-02-12T19:53"></ins></span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;">       Children are often manipulated and lied to in the name of revenge, as adults circle the wagons and prepare to wage war, a war that will affect a child far into the future. Adults choose the action; the children suffer the consequences, most times needlessly. Divorce is an ugly animal. I myself have witnessed this behaviour on many occasions, as adults choose not to accept their part in the <a class="zem_slink" title="Relationship breakup" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Relationship_breakup" target="_blank" rel="wikipedia">break-up</a> of a marriage – it does take two to make a marriage, just as it takes two to break up a marriage. It seems to be a little remembered fact.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;">       I have seen adults who have finally moved past their pain; neglect to calm the waters (anger) in those around them. Therein lays a huge injustice. I have witnessed this in the lives of people who are close to me repeatedly.<ins datetime="2013-02-12T19:53"></ins></span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;">       It is no misnomer that divorce brings anger and pain. It is how we as adults, conduct ourselves, that determines the extended consequences to those around us. Children do not need to become the pawns in the ugly game, but they do more often than not. As adults, we transfer our feelings of hurt, abandonment, and anger onto the shoulders of those who are too young to process the emotions. Children are not born hating, we teach them to hate, to hold grudges, to take sides, to mimic our adult behaviors.<ins datetime="2013-02-12T19:53"></ins></span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;">       Never has it been more evident than in my own life, but also in the life of the young man this weekend, a child who lost someone in his young life due to a family divorce. A child, now a grown young man, who when confronted with the opportunity to speak with the person he lost, did not know how to process his anger and hurt. I stood by and watched the pain of two people who were hurt deeply through no fault of their own, struggle to communicate, one young, one older. Hurt knows no bounds. I can only pray that maybe it is not too late for the two of them to perhaps mend the great divide, a divide caused by hurt, anger, and lies.</span> <span style="color:#1a1a1a;">Who knows? Maybe they can overcome the one major obstacle standing in their way. But, to mend one relationship with the truth may mean destroying a trusted relationship built on lies. It is a difficult decision at any age.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;">       The point of this story – maybe it is to assuage some of my own pain. Maybe it is a plea to others suffering from or causing some of this pain to think twice before they step off into abyss &#8211; we, as adults, need to think before we destroy a child’s trust in another human being. I’ll close with this advice: think twice before you circle the wagons and pull out the heavy artillery, there just might not be an enemy.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#1a1a1a;"><em>The views expressed here are my own</em>.</span></p>
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		<title>The Eighth Wonder by Kimberly S. Young (Review, Guest Post, Excerpt)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[A modern Bridges of Madison County, Nicole Benson, 35, is an ambitious college professor with dreams of teaching at an Ivy-League school until she meets Tom Ryan, 44, married 23 years and shattered after his daughter&#8217;s death from leukemia. A &#8230; <a href="https://mybookofstories.wordpress.com/2013/02/13/the-eighth-wonder-by-kimberly-s-young-review-guest-post-excerpt/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mybookofstories.wordpress.com&#038;blog=20477453&#038;post=914&#038;subd=mybookofstories&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><img class="alignright" alt="the Eighth Wonder" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51K92fKSxWL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA278_PIkin4,BottomRight,-59,22_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" width="210" height="210" />A modern Bridges of Madison County, Nicole Benson, 35, is an ambitious college professor with dreams of teaching at an Ivy-League school until she meets Tom Ryan, 44, married 23 years and shattered after his daughter&#8217;s death from leukemia. A first-generation in her family to go to college,  Nicole is a self-made woman. She put herself through school, sacrificing marriage and children for her career. In the summer of 1997, she finally graduates with a Ph.D. from <a title="New York University" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=40.73,-73.995&amp;spn=0.01,0.01&amp;q=40.73,-73.995%20(New%20York%20University)&amp;t=h">NYU</a>, but her life is thrust into chaos when her father is diagnosed with terminal cancer. Abandoned by her mother as a girl, her father is all she has. After fifteen years in <a title="New York City" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=40.7166666667,-74.0&amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;q=40.7166666667,-74.0%20(New%20York%20City)&amp;t=h">New York City</a>, Nicole leaves everything and everyone she knows to teach for a year in rural <a title="Bradford, Pennsylvania" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=41.9591666667,-78.6447222222&amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;q=41.9591666667,-78.6447222222%20(Bradford%2C%20Pennsylvania)&amp;t=h">Bradford, Pennsylvania</a> to be close to him in nearby Buffalo. Now, trapped in tiny Bradford, she has never felt more alone in her life&#8230;until she meets Tom Ryan. At 44, Tom represents what Nicole longs to be: settled, secure, and clear about his purpose and direction in life. Emotionally scarred, he and his wife are empty nesters with an older son away at college and struggle to grieve together after the death of their daughter. Tom and Nicole&#8217;s story begins as a journey of self-discovery for both of them but turns to bittersweet romance when their friendship becomes love. Nicole risks offering what she has never given before, her heart; and Tom has never felt happier or more conflicted when he falls in love for the second time in his life.</span><span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>Dr. Kimberly Young</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><img class="alignleft" alt="Image of Kimberly S. Young" src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/73/35/82910178fcec0a7e9d9acc.L._V397549060_SX200_.jpg" width="140" height="93" />Dr. Kimberly Young is a psychologist and an internationally known expert on Internet addiction and online behavior. Dr. Young founded the Center for Internet Addiction Recovery in 1995 (site at Netaddiction.com) and is a nationally-known speaker on the impact of the Internet. Her work has been featured in hundreds of media outlets such as The <a title="New York Times" href="http://www.newyorktimes.com/">New York Times</a>, <a title="The Wall Street Journal" href="http://www.wsj.com/">The Wall Street Journal</a>, The <a title="The Times" href="http://www.thetimes.co.uk/">London Times</a>, <a title="United States" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=38.8833333333,-77.0166666667&amp;spn=10.0,10.0&amp;q=38.8833333333,-77.0166666667%20(United%20States)&amp;t=h">USA</a> Today, Newsweek, Time, CNN, CBS News, Fox News, <a title="Good Morning America" href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/">Good Morning America</a>, and <a title="ABC World News" href="http://abcnews.com/wn">ABC&#8217;s World News Tonight</a>. She has received several awards for her research such as the Psychology in the Media Award from the Pennsylvania Psychological Association and the Alumni Ambassador Award for Outstanding Achievement from Indiana University at Pennsylvania. She is an expert on Addicted.com and GoodTherapy.org. She has served as an expert on the <a title="Child Online Protection Act" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child_Online_Protection_Act">Child Online Protection Act</a> Congressional Commission and serves on the editorial board of CyberPsychology &amp; Behavior, the American Journal of Family Therapy, and the International Journal of Cyber Crime and Criminal Justice. She has dabbled in creative writing since she was eight-years-old. THE EIGHTH WONDER is her first novel. To learn more visit her blog at KimberlyYoung.net or on her research at Netaddiction.com</span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">I started writing The Eighth Wonder while I was recovering from retina re-attachment surgery. This was very serious. I had surgery in both eyes. I was homebound for several months and the surgeon was not sure if I would see again out of my left eye. All he could say was that it was &#8220;in God&#8217;s hands now&#8221;. I was scared. I made an entire career from reading and writing, so the idea of potentially being blind was difficult for me. During my recovery, I could not drive, bend, or even poop too hard for fear of my retinas becoming dislodged. I felt pain in my eyes, something I had never experienced, both were full of blood and I looked like I was punched in the face several times. I felt embarrassed for anyone to see me. </span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">The first weeks of recovery, I laid on the couch thinking about my life. During those reflections, I remembered how lost I felt when I first moved to Bradford after graduating with my doctorate in clinical psychology. I had moved to Bradford to be near my father who was dying of cancer. Like Nicole, my dad was the only anchor in my life. It was very life-changing when he died. It was only a few weeks before I was diagnosed with retina detachments and had my surgery, so the experience was still fresh in my mind. This began the journey into Nicole&#8217;s character. I started making notes, some by hand and some on the computer. My surgeon said that using my eyes was good &#8212; they were muscles in need of exercise is how he put it. I had long hours alone after my husband went to work so writing gave me something to do. It took my mind off my eyes.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">As I wrote more about Nicole, a story popped out, and four months later I had the novel written. It was written in first person, focusing on Nicole. I sent the manuscript out to several agents. Several rejections later, I started to re-examine the novel. I realized that I had not talked about Tom. For him, a devoted family man, I needed to dig into his character much deeper than I had. He was the one making harder choices after all. I remember that the more I wrote about Tom, the more I reflected how different it was to fall in love at mid-life. A pivotal moment in the novel comes when Tom says &#8220;falling in love at this age is much deeper&#8221;. It is fairly easy to fall in love when we in our 20s with our lives ahead of us. It is a different experience in our 40s or 50s (or beyond). After our expectations for relationships have evolved, falling in love takes on an entirely different meaning. Writing became my therapy during a difficult time in my life, I enjoyed writing the novel. I did not know how much it was impact me personally unlike anything I have written before. I only hope that others enjoy reading it!</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A modern Bridges of Madison County, Nicole Benson, 35, is an ambitious college professor with dreams of teaching at an Ivy-league university until she falls in love with Tom Ryan, 44, married 23 years and shattered by his daughter’s death from leukemia.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As a psychologist, I have counseled men and women struggling with extramarital attractions and understand the emotional conflicts those endure who deeply value fidelity but still feel the pull of falling in love with another, even when one party or the other appears to be happily married. These experiences led me to write The Eighth Wonder.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was homebound for almost five months recovering from retina re-attachment surgery. This was very serious. I had surgery in both eyes.  All the surgeon could say was that it was “in God’s hands now” because my left retina almost completely fell off before it was detected. I was scared. As a professor, I made an entire career from reading and writing, so the idea of potentially being blind was difficult. During my recovery, I could not drive, bend, or even poop too hard for fear of my retinas becoming dislodged. I felt pain in my eyes, something I had never experienced, both were full of blood and I looked like I was punched in the face several times. I felt embarrassed for anyone to see me.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I had always wanted to write a novel. During this time, I thought of my father who had just died. This began the journey into Nicole’s character. I started making notes, some by hand and some on the computer.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Like Nicole, I was the first generation in my family to go to college and I found Bradford, Pa when I took a faculty position at the local college to be near my father, who lived in Buffalo and was ill with pancreatic cancer.  Using my own experience on how I came to Bradford seemed like a good place to start my novel.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As I wrote more about Nicole, a story popped out. As I wrote more about Tom, he reminded me of many men that I met in life, middle-aged, content in their lives and marriages yet longing for something more.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Tom was not looking to have an affair. He loved his wife, Rose, and the life that they made together. When Tom meets Nicole, something very deep stirs within him.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He was a devoted family man crushed by the death of his daughter. Nicole was the only person who could heal him from his grief and loss. He becomes whole again and can help her with the loss of her father. In this process, they fall in love and the story becomes bittersweet.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Like the Bridges of Madison County, they have a difficult choice to make. I wanted The Eighth Wonder to capture that feeling of how difficult it is to fall in love when you are older. That difference of falling in love at an age when love is much deeper and more difficult to do. It is fairly easy to fall in love in our 20s with our lives ahead of us. It is a different experience in our 40s or 50s (or beyond). After our expectations for relationships have evolved, falling in love takes on an entirely different meaning.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“He couldn’t remember a time without Rose in his life. He had dated a few women before Rose, but he was young and could hardly remember any of them. He figured the number of women he had been with was low compared to other men, but most men were not married so young. It was just what you did back then, the path he chose. Grow up, go to college, get married, and start a family. It was what everyone did.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He felt so young at the time, like a child himself, the first time he held his new son. He was only twenty-one and Rose only twenty. They had no clue how to raise a child, and they lived in a one-bedroom apartment—they had nothing but were happy. Tom was working at his first job out of college, and yet, as he held his son, his whole life seemed to be set, his path predestined.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He stacked another layer of wood alongside the porch wall. His gloves were thick and the baseball cap he wore kept his head warm, but he felt the wind pick up and the air turn cold. He grabbed another log to stack and wondered what he should do when Nicole arrived. What would they do to pass the time? This wasn’t like The Friendship Table with other people around and tasks to complete. This wasn’t like being alone when they were at the bridge. </span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then he didn’t know Nicole very well and didn’t think about her all the time. Then he didn’t have feelings for her. What was he doing? Like a shot through his heart, he felt fear. Again, the question: what was he doing?</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The panic bubbled up and he couldn’t stop it. The feelings kept flooding over him. He wasn’t sure if he was infatuated. He hadn’t really felt like this before. Was he falling in love with Nicole?</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He shuddered at the implications. What about Rose? The guilt swept over him like a tidal wave. How could he even have feelings for another woman? He loved Rose and they had a good life together. They had gone through so much together. What could he possibly be thinking? He could never hurt Rose like that. But he was getting ahead of himself. Nicole could be coming just to get away, just to go on a hike, to get away from the academic grind. </span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Maybe what he was feeling had nothing to do with her, and yet, he had an intuition that it had everything to do with her. She was beautiful and smart, and she had made him feel alive again.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He stacked the last of the wood. He wondered what a young, attractive woman like Nicole could possibly see in him, and he decided it was probably safe to have her come for a hike. They would talk and that would be about all. There was no way anything more could happen. Nicole could never be interested in him, not in any romantic way. She had too many other choices in her life. Yet, for a moment, just a moment, Tom wondered what he would do if she had feelings for him too.”</span></p>
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<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>Book Trailer can be viewed here:</i></span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://mylife-in-stories.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-eighth-wonder-by-kimberly-s-young.html#links">The Eighth Wonder by Kimberly S. Young</a></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>My Review:</i></span></p>
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</i><span style="color:#222222;">If I were to be honest with myself, I would have to admit that when I first began the book, I was not at all intrigue. I even thought that this was going to be a s-l-o-w read. I quickly had to rethink my position, because the more I read, the more I couldn&#8217;t put the book down. As the story unfolded, so did the wonder of life and all of the tricks that it plays on us.</span></span></p>
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</span></span><span style="color:#222222;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Eighth Wonder is a quiet love story between a lonely woman (Nicole) searching for a place to belong and a heartbroken man (Tom) looking to feel alive after his young daughter&#8217;s death. The Kinzua Bridge in Bradford, Pennsylvania plays a pivotal part in the story and the author included the fascinating history of the bridge in the book. It was this bridge, after seeing it on both the cover of the book, and in the author&#8217;s photo, that kept coming to mind as I read the book. </span></span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This book is a story <span style="color:#222222;">about life, love, loss, heartbreak, and moving forward. </span><span style="color:#222222;">How we sometimes sleepwalk through life focused on superficial goals rather than out hearts desire; and how we sometimes find love and comfort in the most unlikeliness of places.</span></span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The characters were well developed and the story line was unique. I found no errors and when you finish the very last word on the very last page, you feel as though life has completed its circle.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color:#222222;"><i>In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. Albert Camus</i></span></span></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[In a memoir of missteps and misdeeds, Deanna Nowadnick writes of the hugeness of God&#8217;s love and faithfulness. Reframing life in God&#8217;s grace, she discovers an indescribable, indefinable, inexplicable love that has encircled her without fail through joyous, sad, cringe-worthy, heartwarming, forgettable, memorable &#8230; <a href="https://mybookofstories.wordpress.com/2013/02/06/fruit-of-my-spirit-by-deanna-nowadnick/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mybookofstories.wordpress.com&#038;blog=20477453&#038;post=908&#038;subd=mybookofstories&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img class="alignright" alt="Fruit of My Spirit" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51jEEViiQBL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="210" height="210" />In a memoir of missteps and misdeeds, Deanna Nowadnick writes of the hugeness of <a title="Love of God" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_of_God">God&#8217;s love</a> and faithfulness. Reframing life in <a title="Divine grace" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_grace">God&#8217;s grace</a>, she discovers an indescribable, indefinable, inexplicable love that has encircled her without fail through joyous, sad, cringe-worthy, heartwarming, forgettable, memorable moments in life. Fruit of My Spirit is for anyone who&#8217;s ever questioned <a title="God" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God">God</a>&#8216;s ability to love and forgive, who&#8217;s ever wondered about their place in God&#8217;s family or God&#8217;s place in theirs. Nowadnick offers hope for those who dare to question, who secretly wonder, and who fear to ask. Through stories of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, <a title="Gentleness" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gentleness">gentleness</a> and self-control, you will experience the enormity of God, too.</span></p>
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<li><b>Paperback:</b> 114 pages</li>
<li><b>Publisher:</b> Rhododendron Books (January 6, 2012)</li>
<li><b>Average Customer Review:</b></li>
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<p><span style="color:#990000;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>The author is giving away a copy of the book to one lucky person!</i></span></p>
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</i></span><span style="color:#990000;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>From the back cover:</i></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Is there really a place in God&#8217;s heart for a defiant child?<br />
In His divine plans for a self-centered teenager?<br />
In His family for an adult who gets tired and impatient?</p>
<p>But the <a title="Fruit of the Holy Spirit" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fruit_of_the_Holy_Spirit">fruit of the Spirit</a> is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.<br />
Galatians 5:22-23<br />
The <a title="Paul the Apostle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_the_Apostle">Apostle Paul</a> in His Letter to the People of <a title="Galatia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galatia">Galatia</a></p>
<p>In a memoir of missteps and misdeeds, Deanna Nowadnick writes of the hugeness of God&#8217;s love and faithfulness.  Reframing life in God&#8217;s grace, she discovers an indescribable, indefinable, inexplicable love that has encircled her without fail through joyous, sad, cringe-worthy, heartwarming, forgettable, memorable moments in life.</p>
<p>Fruit of My Spirit is for anyone who&#8217;s ever questioned God&#8217;s ability to love and forgive, who&#8217;s ever wondered about their place in God&#8217;s family or God&#8217;s place in theirs.  Nowadnick offers hope for those who dare to question, who secretly wonder, and who fear to ask.  Through stories of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control, you will experience the enormity of God, too.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#990000;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>Deanna Nowadnick</i></span></p>
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<p><a href="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/8b/3b/61fc346d203b0ad8986cfa.L._V135263437_SX200_.jpg"><img alt="Image of Deanna Nowadnick" src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/8b/3b/61fc346d203b0ad8986cfa.L._V135263437_SX200_.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Deanna Nowadnick is a native of the <a title="Pacific Northwest" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pacific_Northwest">Pacific Northwest</a>. When not writing, she serves at the Client Service Coordinator for The Planner&#8217;s Edge, an investment advisory firm in <a title="Washington (state)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Washington_%28state%29">Washington State</a>.</p>
<p>Deanna is active in her church, playing the violin and editing the newsletter. She loves to knit, adores chocolate, and most important, enjoys a blessed marriage to Kurt. She&#8217;s also the proud mother of two adult sons. Her first book, Fruit of My Spirit, began as a short story for <a title="Kyle Broflovski" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Kyle%2BBroflovski">Kyle</a> and Kevin about how she met their father. It quickly became a much larger story about God&#8217;s love and faithfulness.</p>
<p>Deanna is currently working on her second book: Signs of Life&#8211;Meeting God at the Corner of Grace and Mercy.</span></p>
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<p><i>My Review:</i></p>
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</i><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The author&#8217;s verbiage grab me right off the bat with <i>&#8220;I think I have a pretty good understanding of God&#8217;s gift of unmerited love and complete forgiveness intellectually. Like any good Sunday School student, I could put together a well-worded essay on the tenets of faith; my head&#8217;s got it. But my heart&#8217;s not so sure. I realize now that I&#8217;ve rested in my intellect without finding comfort for my soul. I&#8217;ve reacted to life with the frustrations of a child, the hurts of a teen, and the failings of an adult.&#8221;</i></span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>&#8220;God has offered me errors and omissions insurance and I&#8217;m still opting to fight my own battles in court-day after day after day. I&#8217;ve not only returned His gift of forgiveness unopened, but I&#8217;ve left him waiting in the foyer of my life as I linger endlessly at the pity party for innumerable mistakes.&#8221;</i></span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I think anyone will agree with me about how powerful those words are and the fact that Deanna had the courage to voice those words is amazing. As I read the stories, it was as though I were reading some of my own history and I laughed at some points until I cried. Deanna writes with more honesty and clarity that I think few of us will ever know. She is able to look back on her life and see God&#8217;s guidance along the way. </span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I like the way the book was written in that the author intertwined her life stories with scripture, songs, and poetry to show how God&#8217;s hands were at work in her life. The culmination of these made reading the book a delightful experience. </span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>&#8220;My whining would have threatened the very livelihood of the determined pioneers and forced them to make the not-so-difficult decision to leave me and my bedroll at the side of the trail. But then God knows that about me. God knows everything about me, how I have to have the same nail polish on my fingers and toes, how I have to wear mascara to get the mail, how I hate to sweat, how I hated camping. In His image He made me, and against the backdrop of all humanity He made me unique and uniquely His. God knew I would try His patience and the patience of my family, teachers, and camp counsellors  God knew He would have to pound out character flaws and recall my attitude. God knew I would be a piece of work.&#8221;</i></span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We are all on a journey to please God, and some of us fail miserably by the end of each day. But, we get up the next morning and we try all over again. Through her journey, Deanna teaches us about our own journey. Thank you Deanna for such an inspirational book.</span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>&#8220;My business is to bring others to Christ. To do that, I&#8217;m a wife and a mother.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>My business is to bring others to Christ. To do that, I help manage a financial planning practice.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>My business is to bring others to Christ. To do that, I live in Monroe.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>My business is to bring others to Christ. To do that, I grab a latte every morning. I get my nails done every Tuesday, and I play my violin during worship.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>My business is to bring others to Christ. To do that, I write.&#8221;</i></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now, I ask YOU. What do you do to bring others to Christ?</span></p>
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</i></span><span style="color:#990000;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>The author has graciously donated a copy of her book to one lucky person. Just leave a comment to the above question &#8220;What do you do to bring others to Christ?&#8221; Don&#8217;t forget to leave your email in case you are that lucky person. AND, of course it goes without saying that I would love it you followed my blog (but not necessary) as I always have a book or two to give away.</i></span></p>
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<li class="zemanta-article-ul-li"><a href="http://angleofthelord.me/2013/01/13/but-the-fruit-of-the-spirit-is-love-joy-peace-patience-kindness-goodness-faithfulness-gentleness-self-control-against-such-things-there-is-no-law/" target="_blank">But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.</a> (angleofthelord.me)</li>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is the phone call every person lives in fear of receiving. There has been an accident and your loved one is paralyzed. A spinal cord injury is the single most devastating and life altering event. Based on a true &#8230; <a href="https://mybookofstories.wordpress.com/2013/02/06/five-years-to-live-frank-zaccari/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mybookofstories.wordpress.com&#038;blog=20477453&#038;post=903&#038;subd=mybookofstories&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p><span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">It is the phone call every person lives in fear of receiving. There has been an accident and your loved one is paralyzed. A spinal cord injury is the single most devastating and life altering event. Based on a true story, Michael and Donna were young, successful, in love and planning their life together. That life was radically changed by a tragic car accident. Now a <a title="Wheelchair" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wheelchair">wheelchair user</a> as a quadriplegic, with limited movement, constant infections and multiple surgeries, doctors projected <a title="Michaels" href="http://www.michaels.com/">Michael&#8217;s</a> best case life expectancy to be five years. See how this young man battles through his injury and spends his five years making a lasting impact on hundreds of people. It will make you realize what can be accomplished when a person does not let circumstances dictate their life.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#ff0000;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>Frank Zaccari</i></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><img class="alignleft" alt="Frank Zaccari" src="http://gallery.mailchimp.com/aff32f4c1276ddafdecdeeedd/images/Zaccari_640dcfc6d75b360.jpg" width="140" height="204" />Frank Zaccari received his bachelor’s in finance from <a title="California State University" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=33.7638888889,-118.201111111&amp;spn=0.01,0.01&amp;q=33.7638888889,-118.201111111%20(California%20State%20University)&amp;t=h">California State University</a> at <a title="Sacramento, California" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=38.5555555556,-121.468888889&amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;q=38.5555555556,-121.468888889%20(Sacramento%2C%20California)&amp;t=h">Sacramento</a> after serving as a military medic in the <a title="United States Air Force" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Air_Force">United States Air Force</a>. He spent more than two decades in the technology industry, holding various positions from account representative to CEO. He also spent time specializing in turn-around management of companies under $100 million. Zaccari left the industry to provide primary care of his children, purchasing a small business that was more accommodating to his family. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">He presently owns an insurance agency in Sacramento, where he currently resides. &#8220;Five Years to Live&#8221; is not his only book for sale. He has also written, &#8220;When the Wife Cheats, &#8221; &#8220;From the Ashes: The Rise of the <a title="University of Washington" href="http://www.washington.edu/">University of Washington</a> Volleyball Program,” and &#8220;Inside the Spaghetti Bowl.&#8221;</span></p>
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<p><i><span style="color:#ff0000;font-size:x-large;">Get to know Frank Zaccari</span></i></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Q: Could you please tell us a little about your book?</span></b></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: This book is everyone’s worst nightmare because we are just one phone call away from living this nightmare. It is the phone call everyone prays they never receive. There has been an accident and your loved one is paralyzed. A <a title="Spinal cord injury" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spinal_cord_injury">spinal cord injury</a> is the single most devastating and life altering event.  Based on a true story, <a title="Michael Jackson" href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/celebrity/michael_jackson">Michael</a> and Donna were young, successful, in love and planning their life together.  That life was radically changed by a tragic <a title="Traffic collision" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Traffic_collision">car accident</a>. Now a wheelchair user as a quadriplegic, with limited movement, constant infections and multiple surgeries, doctors projected Michael&#8217;s best case <a title="Life expectancy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_expectancy">life expectancy</a> to be five years. See how this young couple battles through his injury and spends his five years making a lasting impact on hundreds of people. It will make you realize what can be accomplished when a person does not let circumstances dictate their life.</span></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Q: Did something specific happen to prompt you to write this book?</span></b></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: This book is very personal to me and my <a title="Family (biology)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family_%28biology%29">family</a>. My youngest brother <a title="Steve" href="http://friendfeed.com/healthandwellnessgroup">Steve</a> was paralyzed in car accident when he was 24 years old. This is an experience I hope and pray no other family endures. Shortly after the accident, my mother gave Steve a cassette recorder and told him to record his thoughts and emotions. Steve’s goal was to write a book from the patient’s perspective. He did record several hours of thoughts, but could never bring himself to write the book. He said reliving those terrible days would be too painful.</span></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Q: Who or what is the inspiration behind this book?</span></b></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: A mother whose son suffered a serious spinal cord injury told me: “This story needs to be told. This tragedy can happen to everyone without warning. It needs to express what a spinal cord injury does to the life of not only the person involved, but to their entire family as well. For those strong enough to face this overwhelming obstacle, it is a journey of love, endurance, and absolute triumph of the spirit. It will bring so much hope to so many people that find themselves in a nightmare from which they cannot awake. You will speak for all of us.”</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After my going through this ordeal with my brother and my family, then hearing the heart wrenching story from this mother, I had to write <i><a title="Five Years" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Five_Years">Five Years</a> to Live.</i></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: Who is your biggest supporter?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: I am very fortunate to have several wonderful supporters which include my daughters Stephanie and Sara, my brothers Anthony and Steve, my sisters Mary Anne and Annette and my Dad. I also receive support from my Mother and sister Christine in heaven.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: Your biggest critic?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: I am my biggest critic, although my family doesn’t hesitate to keep me humble.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: Since your first book three years ago, have you learned or improved on any skills?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: Wow this is a great question. Well four years ago I became a single custodial parent of two <a title="Teenage Daughters" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teenage_Daughters">teenage daughters</a>. After a year of counseling and completely restructuring our lives, I discovered there are things I cannot fix or control. To help me cope, I started writing books based on true stories that dealt with life altering events. My books have dealt with <a title="Infidelity" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infidelity">infidelity and divorce</a> (<i>When the Wife Cheats</i>); with the death of a parent (<i>Inside the Spaghetti Bowl</i>), and a catastrophic injury to a loved one (<i>Five Years to Live</i>).</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I learned that these events can and often will happen to everyone. They will test you in every way imaginable. You will feel you are an emotional train wreck. There will be moments when you believe you cannot survive and don’t want to even try. I want to show my readers that while you may not be able to fix or change the situation there is reason for hope. You will survive and end up in a better place. It will be the hardest thing you will ever do, but you are not alone. You will emerge as a better person and in a better place.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first book was about infidelity and divorce. Being a man raising teenage daughters, the first thing I had to learn was to listen to my daughters and to validate their feelings. This is particularly difficult for a man since we are taught to fix problems. I had to learn and accept there are some things that cannot be fixed. I could not fix my mother’s heart or the deep hurt my daughters experienced from the divorce or prevent the accident that paralyzed my brother. Once I realized that it is OK that I can’t fix everything, I became much more relaxed and as my daughters tell me – much more pleasant and happy. </span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: Do you have any rituals you follow when finishing a piece of work?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: I have only been a writer for three years, so I really don’t have many rituals.  As a single custodial parent of two teenage daughters, I had to make time for them. They are and will always be my first priority.  I also own a business which takes up a great deal of my time and energy. I usually write between the hours of 1:00 and 4:00 in the morning when my daughters are asleep. </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I transformed one of the bedrooms at my house into a make shift office. It is a very Spartan like environment. I have a desk with a </span><a title="Personal computer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personal_computer">PC</a><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, a hanging desk lap, a file box with notes and research and several pictures of my two daughters.  I have the basic tools that I need and pictures of the two most important people in my life.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: Who has influenced you throughout your career as a writer?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: I love authors who tell great stories. I have read every Sidney Sheldon book.  He was an amazing story teller. I enjoy Jeffrey Archer’s ability to create intrigue and the ability that Mitch Albom, Nicholas Sparks and Tim Russert have to touch the reader’s heart.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: What is the most important thing in your life right now?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: Without question, the single most important thing in my life is helping my daughters get through college (one has graduated) and doing whatever I can to help them live a happy and prosperous life.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: What are you currently working on?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: I am just starting a project aimed at men and women over the age of 50 who suddenly find themselves single. At the moment it is called “Now What?”  The idea is to write about the various stages of dating that people who, after 20 plus years of marriage, find themselves single again. I have heard some heart breaking and well as some very funny stories as men and women over 50 try to pick up the pieces and move forward. The goal is to move from the shock and grief toward a new and better life. </span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: Do you have any advice for writers or readers?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: Well to readers, I hope everyone buys and enjoys my books since my daughters would like me to buy a villa in Amalfi Coast of Italy…hahaha. To answer your question my advice is to write about things you know, things that are close to your heart, things that make you laugh and cry, things that you are passionate about.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: Is there an author that inspired you to write?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: I really love Tim Russert’s book <i>Wisdom of our Fathers</i> because it is so family focused. I love to hear stories about family traditions, culture and secrets. I hope readers see the strong family connection in my books.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: What are some of your long term goals?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: I hope people enjoy my work to the point where I can sell my business and just write books full time. The writing experience has become an escape from the daily grind of owning a business and the day-to-day aggregations of life.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: What do you feel has been your greatest achievement as an author?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: I am shocked that I actually wrote a book.  Like most people I often said, “I should write a book about this”, but never really believed I would find the inspiration, or take the time and effort to actual write a book. Once I started to write <i>When the Wife Cheats</i> (my first book) I was hooked. Hopefully, people will enjoy my books and I can become a full time author.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: What do you feel is your biggest strength and weakness?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: I love to tell a story so developing a story line is fairly easy. Weeding through what is and is not relevant for the story is a little more difficult, but I completely despise the constant re-reading and proof reading. It seems I see what I wanted to say, not necessarily what is actually written on the page.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: What do you feel sets <i>Five Years to Live</i> apart from others in the same genre?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: Most books about catastrophic injuries are very clinical. They discuss insurance, finding good home care, and how to cope with the situation. They tend to be very sad and depressing. This is not a self help book. This book is about the celebration of life, love and family. It is putting family first and living your life with love, faith and integrity.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: You know the scenario – you’re stuck on an island.  What book would you bring with you and why?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: If I am absolutely limited to one book, it would be Tim Russert’s book <i>Wisdom of our Fathers. </i>As I mentioned earlier it is so family focused. I love to hear stories about family traditions, culture and secrets. If I could sneak in another book it would be anything by Sydney Sheldon.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: If you could go back and change one day, what would it be?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: Wow, this is another good question. I would go back to August 11, 1985. That was the day my brother Steve was paralyzed in a car accident. If I could I would change that one event in my life.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: Are you a different person now than you were 5 years ago?  In what way/s?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: Some friends recently told me they could not get over how much I have changed. I was very Type A former high tech executive who was always on the run, always traveling, always pushing and striving for success. Now I am told, I much more relaxed, calm and happy with my life.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: What is the most important lesson you have learned from life so far?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: I have two important life lessons. The first is to love and cherish your family because in the end all you have is family. The second is the motto on my family crest which reads: Life with Integrity. It is doing the right thing only because it is the right thing to do. No exceptions or excuses.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q: Is there anything you regret doing/not doing?</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: I truly believe that the only regret(s) I have are the opportunities I did not take. I didn’t stop and smell the roses during my 25 year high tech career. That will never happen again.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: I am a major fan and supporter of the University of Washington Women’s Volleyball program. I became involved with this program while living in Seattle and found those young student-athletes got into my heart. They inspired my 2<sup>nd</sup> book – <i>From the Ashes – The Rise of the University of Washington Volleyball Program.</i><i></i></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: Thank you for the opportunity to share my experience with your readers. I hope they enjoy <i>Five Years to Live</i>.</span></p>
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<p style="display:inline!important;"><em id="__mceDel"><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After the phone call, Michael loaded up his 1982 Ford Mustang, kissed Donna good-bye, </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and promised to call when he arrived in Delaware. It was a cool night for August, and it </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">had started to rain as Michael headed toward the New Jersey Turnpike. He was thinking </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">about his time with Donna and how great things would be when they moved to </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Williamsville. His traveling would be reduced, and he would have more time with </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Donna. That thought made him smile. I have to start pricing engagement rings, he </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">thought.</span></em></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As he entered the blind cloverleaf leading to the turnpike, he saw a New Jersey Highway </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Department truck that was stopped and sticking out into the road. “Well this sucks,” he </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">said. “A blind cloverleaf and a parked Highway Department truck making it more </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">difficult to see.” As Michael pulled around the truck, he felt a large jolt. His mind began </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">racing. What the hell just happened? He tried to focus his attention on something, but </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">everything was blurry. All he could hear was Huey Lewis’ song “The Power of Love” </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">coming from the radio. The car was spinning out of control, and the only words he was </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">able to utter were, “Oh God, help me!” The car bounced down the turnpike, going endover-</span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">end, and settled on its roof but was still moving. He was starting to think clearer and </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">said, “Please end up on the wheels so I can get out easier.” The car finally stopped but </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">was still on its roof. There was broken glass everywhere. The tiny pieces reflected like </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">jewels. The sun visor had come undone and was hanging in his vision. He could see the </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">toll ticket and his registration card that were clipped to the visor. He tried to turn off the </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ignition, but he couldn’t move because of the excruciating pain in his arms. He thought, I </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">must have broken my arms. Don’t move or I could cause more damage. He was being </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">held in his seat by the seat belt with his head pressed against the ceiling. Again he tried to </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">move and undo the seat belt, but he still couldn’t move. His mind started racing again, </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What if the car blows up? I don’t want to die like this. How will they know it’s me? He </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">couldn’t smell any gas, and this calmed him. These few seconds seemed like an eternity.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suddenly a hand appeared in the window and shut of the ignition. A man’s voice came </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">out of the darkness and asked him if he was alone. “Yes,” Michael answered. He could </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">barely see a stream of tail lights going by as if they were in a funeral procession.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The voice asked, “What’s your name?”</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My name is Michael Battaglia.”</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I work for the Turnpike Authority, and you hit a disabled car, but it wasn’t your fault. </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He didn’t have any lights on. His car had a flat and wasn’t completely off the road. You </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">collided with the left back tail light. That’s why your car bounced instead of folding up </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">like an accordion.”</span></p>
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<p style="display:inline!important;"><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With terror in his voice, he said, “I’m not going to walk again, am I?”</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“We don’t really know yet, like I said…”</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Michael angrily cut her off “Answer the god-damn question. I’m not going to walk again am I?</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I don’t know Michael.” Tears began to will up in his eyes, and he looked at her, begging for an answer.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#ff0000;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i>My Review</i></span></p>
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</i></span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I thought the author did an outstanding job with the story. The story was an emotional one, and one that brings the reader into the lives of the characters so deeply, that the emotions transfer from the pages of the book to the reader. You laugh, you cry, you get frustrated, you celebrate. </span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The characters in the book were very well developed, so much so, that as you read the story, you can picture the characters in your head. You become part of their lives and part of their conversations. </span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Five years to Live gives the reader insight into the daily lives of a spinal injury victim, what it takes to achieve even the most minor of daily activities. The book also makes you wonder how some are so blessed with an inspiring disposition and others seem to be so lost. I have to repeat myself when I say the author did an outstanding job in the development of Michael&#8217;s character. He got inside of his character&#8217;s head and we had a front row seat to the happiness, the heartache, the tragedy, the setbacks, and the triumphs that was Michael&#8217;s.  It was amazing to read how one person took their diagnosis of five years to live and turned it around to live more than twenty-five years full of accomplishments.</span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Frank Zaccari also did a wonderful job showing the family member&#8217;s emotions and coping abilities. This was a family that stood together and did what was needed for each person of their family.</span></p>
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">While the storyline is exceptional, there were things about the book that I did not like. I personally do not like the Point of View shift in which the writer chose to write the book. I find this particular style of writing confusing, and feel that it detracts from the story. I also felt parts of the book were too simplistic, as though the writing level had taken drop to an elementary reading level. It was a distraction for me and I felt it took a five star book and dropped it down to a four star.</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;"><i><br />
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</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That being said (and I&#8217;m sure there will be controversy there) I think it is a book worth reading, especially if you have a spinal cord injured person in your family, or friend circle. The book is definitely an eye-opener.</span></p>
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