When Imani Amour (cool name) requested a copy of my book during my summer giveaway, I first went snooping around her site before responding to see what her literary interests and writing chops were like. The first page I hit was her about page and I immediately became concerned when discovering that according to it she was still in high school. My book covers some very mature themes, many of which are potential triggers, so I thought that perhaps she wasn’t yet ready for it. However, after reading through several of her well-written and compelling posts, I realized that despite what her about page said regarding her age, she was very mature intellectually… probably more so than yours truly.
Fortunately, the arbitrary age thing was a non-issue because I learned after chatting with her that she was already in college and just hadn’t had the time yet to update her about page.
Lucky for me because I am now graced with a powerful and informative critique of my work and I would like to thank Ms. Amour for investing so much of her time and talent into it. I strongly recommend that you first, read the review of course, then continue on to read more of the many interesting pieces that she has posted to her site. You’ll be happy you did, believe me.
Now excuse me while I go and hunt me down some various typos…
Today there’s an undertone of social injustices plaguing our world with a threatening yet taboo sense of doom that seems unspeakable by most. Discussions on suicide, PTSD and human trafficking have either seemed hushed or handled controversially…that is, until Kurt Brindley came along. His novel, The Good Kill is an emblem of progress for all those who dare rise up against the enslaving silence in our society in hopes of sparking change. Brindley harnesses these frightening topics by the reigns and skillfully tames them into a narrative where readers can discuss, comprehend and conquer these social demons. Equally riveting as it is revealing, The Good Kill exposes the love and logic behind hateful underground crimes that we witness today; it is a story about innocent youth, broken military vigilantes and even senile pastors learning how to fight for the family, friendships, “God and Country” that they believe in.
BOOK | FICTION | LITERARY THE DISTANT SOUND OF VIOLENCE JASON GREENSIDES RATING: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Do we ever escape the decisions we make when we’re fifteen?
Nathan Dawes, the loser from school, an outsider, street philosopher and member of The Grove Runners gang, needs Ryan’s help to get Stephanie to fall for him. When Ryan’s lawnmower is stolen, Nathan sees this as his chance to enlist Ryan in his plan.
Although Ryan knows becoming friends with Nathan could lead to trouble, he reluctantly agrees to help.
Stephanie wants nothing to do with either of them. Besides, she’s more interested in the one guy in the world she really shouldn’t be.
As Nathan continues his pursuit of Stephanie, and Ryan gets mixed up with The Grove Runners, soon events overtake them all, haunting their lives for years to come.
Part coming of age, part mystery story, The Distant Sound of Violence is a heartbreaking tale of bad decisions and love gone wrong. It’s about choices that lead to violence, loss and tragedy.
With all the constant blood and violence in this constantly bloody and violent nation of mine, a la yesterday’s insane mass killing after a gun-toting asshole goes off his nutty handle during a routine traffic stop, I hardly feel like getting my groove on.
But get my groove on I must or else I will become completely consumed by the constant blood and violence and do nothing more than wallow in a constant state of misery and fear…
BOOK | FICTION | HORROR THE LESSER DEAD CHRISTOPHER BUEHLMAN AUDIOBOOK RATING: ★ ★ ★ ★★
The secret is, vampires are real and I am one. The secret is, I’m stealing from you what is most truly yours and I’m not sorry…
New York City in 1978 is a dirty, dangerous place to live. And die. Joey Peacock knows this as well as anybody—he has spent the last forty years as an adolescent vampire, perfecting the routine he now enjoys: womanizing in punk clubs and discotheques, feeding by night, and sleeping by day with others of his kind in the macabre labyrinth under the city’s sidewalks.
The subways are his playground and his highway, shuttling him throughout Manhattan to bleed the unsuspecting in the Sheep Meadow of Central Park or in the backseats of Checker cabs, or even those in their own apartments who are too hypnotized by sitcoms to notice him opening their windows. It’s almost too easy.
Until one night he sees them hunting on his beloved subway. The children with the merry eyes. Vampires, like him…or not like him. Whatever they are, whatever their appearance means, the undead in the tunnels of Manhattan are not as safe as they once were.
If you’re hatin’ on the latest music phenom known as Billie Eilish because you think her fame is a result of entitlement and nepotism in the entertainment industry — Seriously, who had ever heard of the uniquely-styled seventeen-year-old’s low-level acting parents or whatever their L.A. entertainment gigs are before she and her brother became famous? And I’m still not even sure what her brother became famous for. — like so many are, then I sure hope you’re voting in the 2020 presidential election because we have President The Donald’s highly entitled child and child-in-law prancing all around our pretty but petulant planet behaving as presidential advisors and high-level diplomats who…
Let’s get back to music before it gets all politically ugly up in here.