What God Desires, Wendell E. Mettey {FREE!}

Reverend Wendell E. Mettey chronicles his ongoing journey of faith, determination and vision in his sequel biography What God Desires. In What God Desires: The Story of the Center for Humanitarian Aid and Disaster Relief, Reverend Mettey shares a candid account of the struggles and successes the ministry experienced through a ten-year span.

What readers are saying:

This is an amazing story of what one person, led by God, can do to help those who need assistance. I found it to be a very uplifting account of giving to hurting people. Very easy reading.

I would recommend this book to everyone! The stories are entertaining, inspiring, heart-warming, and fun to read. Rev. Mettey is a very gifted storyteller.

Wendell Mettey’s book, “What God Desires” is a must read for anyone who does not believe that God has their best interest at heart! It starts out with a review of then world events and systematically follows Matthew 25:’s growth through 10 years. It reminds the reader of the constant reminder that the poor will always be with us. It wonderfully shows the trials and tribulations Wendell endured in his efforts to build Matthew 25: Ministries. To put it is Wendell’s words (words he says he borrowed from someone else), “Witness every day and if necessary, use words.” Very well done.

The average Amazon Reader Review Rating is currently 4.7 stars {6 reviews}.

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Are Not My People Worthy, Wendell E. Mettey {FREE!}

In a world filled with terror, strife and hopelessness, we seek validation that it is possible to change the world for those in need. Through prayer, faith and unremitting effort, Wendell Mettey proves that when ordinary people do extraordinary things, it is possible to change the world. “Are Not My People Worthy” chronicles the growth of Matthew 25: Ministries from a small suitcase ministry to an international humanitarian relief organization shipping humanitarian supplies to the poorest of the poor worldwide.

What readers are saying:

Are Not My People Worthy? The Story of Matthew 25: Ministries by Wendell E. Mettey is an inspirational journal of one man’s dedication to a calling from God to live out the scripture in Matthew 25: 34-40, which is a mandate to care for the poor, the sick, the imprisoned and so on. Mettey leads readers on journey from the birth of the vision for the ministry to the details of the humanitarian services provided by M25M in a manner reminiscence of how Jesus taught – by telling stories.

I was most impressed with this book. It all goes to show us one person CAN make a difference. The persistence of Pastor Mettey with the Lord’s help was most remarkable and only through God’s help can the rest of us read about his life and all he has done for not only Nicaragua but around the world…to keep the eyes of all children bright and shining.

This is an inspiring story about a man who followed his calling to help the poorest of the poor. Now his work has impacted millions of people in need. It’s amazing to see how one person’s willingness to step into the unknown can have such an enormous impact on the world. Truly amazing how God has blessed Rev. Mettey’s journey.

The average Amazon Reader Review Rating is currently 4.9 stars {9 reviews}.

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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: The Kennedy Half-Dollar, Mahree Moyle {$3.03}

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This is a true crime memoir of a murder/mystery that took place in the cane fields of Waimanalo, Hawaii. A young girl, Seely, finds herself involved, not only with the murder, but with Hawaii’s recognized figures of organized crime. The brutal murder of Mark, the night manager of a well-known nightclub in Waikiki where Seely worked, headlined the news. He was the son of a respected official. The Mafia kidnapped, drugged, raped and threatened Seely for months. Finally she was able to escape their tainted web and leave the islands. For years she wondered why they targeted her, until one night she is forced to face the truth of her connection.



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5.0 out of 5 stars Interesting and thought provoking June 21, 2013
By Betty J Bowen
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I found the first third of the book to be suspenseful and page turning. After that I wondered how it would keep going, but it did. Knowing that it was a true story added to the emotions that I felt while reading. Well written – I like the extras (music and self-talk). A very courageous story.

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5.0 out of 5 stars Great Book easy read June 13, 2013
By Billy J. Mayberry
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This book is a must read! The author really captures your imagination as well as your heart. The story takes you on a journey that is both captivating and mysterious. It’s one of those books that you have trouble putting down once you start reading. Great Job!


The Kennedy Half-Dollar currently has an Amazon reader review rating of 4.8 stars from 8 reviews. Read the reviews here.

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“Get in, Seel.” Straggly Kimo jumped out from the backseat and motioned for Seely to get in. Leo was driving as usual, and Seely climbed in between Brone and Kimo in the backseat. Her body shook as she sat on the raw leather seat within the pall of their presence. The silence shrieked ominous gloom. They drove for a very short time and turned into the entrance of the Ala Wai Park.

The Ala Wai Canal ran through the park and was a mock drainage system that emptied into the Pacific Ocean. It was built in the 1920’s, mainly for the outflow of the rice patty fields and swamps. Due to the growth of Waikiki and the surrounding areas it became the drainage corridor.

The park seemed like an aphotic zone. There was no other life present. Leo pulled over to the side, close to the canal and stopped the car. The moon hid behind the cumulus clouds that gathered over the ocean in the early morning. A faint glint came from the sparse park lighting. All Seely could focus on was the metal trash can that rested near a tree in front of the car. She envisioned herself bound and crammed inside and then heaved into the Ala Wai, bobbing aimlessly as flotsam toward the ocean, where she would disappear forever. The internal tone within the car pulsated ruin. Her heart was pounding as if fighting to escape her chest. She wondered if they could hear it. Their eyes pierced hers but she held her head up and glared into them. Seely accepted her fate.


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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: PX Me (How I Became a Published Author, Got Micro-Famous, and Married a Millionaire) (Volume One), Abbe Diaz {$0.99}

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When Abbe Diaz published her journal, PX This – Diary of the “Maître d’ to the Stars” [née Diary of the Potted Plant] in 2004, she’d had no idea what she was in for. Sure, she expected the process would be difficult and she might never work in the fine dining restaurant industry ever again, but she never imagined the truth could be so controversial— in a book that’s essentially about HAVING DINNER.

Despite PX This being lauded by most of her colleagues (and some of the most illustrious names in the business) as “the bible of the [NYC] industry,” Diaz soon learned the politics of Food and/or “Culture” Media & PR is a game that’s dirtier than last night’s dishes. Finding herself under unjustified fire from various vastly popular and influential periodicals, news blogs, food press, online foodie communities, and other professional and aspiring writers, Diaz (a textbook Scorpio/Monkey) quickly realized [again] there were two things in her life she would never be willing to do: 1) Take unmerited bullshit, and 2) Kiss spiteful pretentious ass.

As you can probably imagine, that went over reeeally well. Mistruths, mudslinging, manipulation, misappropriation, corruption, censorship, and the tarnishing of her character— as well as the livelihoods of her friends and loved ones— are just some of the things she subsequently endured.

This is that diary.

PX Me. (How I Became a Published Author, Got Micro-Famous, and Married a Millionaire) is a ten volume eSeries released this summer.



“The New York service industry’s Norma Rae, Abbe Diaz… the Service Industry’s Nikke Finke…” – BlackBook Magazine

“”The Devil wears Prada” meets “Kitchen Confidential”

“… one of the funniest books I have read in a very long time… really draws back the curtain on some of the hottest restaurants ever!”

“… a truly engaging restaurant tell-all told with humor, candor, and razor-sharp wit…. what a great book…” 


An excerpt from PX Me (How I Became a Published Author, Got Micro-Famous, and Married a Millionaire) (Volume One):

THURSDAY, MARCH 11, 2004. 11:16AM
My friends at 66 still give me all the gossip. Will Smith was there recently for a big dinner and tipped a hundred percent, the bill was $500 so he left another $500. And another night Courtney
Love locked herself in one of the bathrooms and insisted they serve her dumplings in there. Oh and Joaquin Phoenix showed up the other night too, out of nowhere he started break dancing in the middle of the dining room.

Sigh. Sometimes I miss it. But not that much.

TUESDAY, MARCH 16, 2004. 9:41AM
I broke up with Marc Bagutta again this weekend, he is driving me out of my mind. How many times is that now, thirty-five, thirty-six? I am beginning to lose count.

Whatever. Last night was dinner with friends at Megu and I got to meet Koji Imai. Megu is really amazing, the place is colossal and beautiful and the food and drinks are spectacular. We ended up staying very late until they were practically closing, so we dragged Koji Imai out with us. He thanked each and every employee on his way out, he even hugged his dishwashers goodbye. We took him up the street to Grace Bar and the other half of his nightly staff happened to be there unwinding. They applauded as soon as he walked in. Can you imagine, applauding for your boss.

It was like falling through a cosmic rip into a bizarro world.

SATURDAY, MARCH 20, 2004. 10:12AM
Marc Bagutta is trying hard to get me back. Again. Yesterday I agreed to meet him for a drink at the Mercer, and I ended up yelling at him for an hour straight. David Blaine was sitting with
Leonardo DiCaprio directly across from us and I didn’t even notice until they got up to leave, that’s how livid I was. He swears he is going to “make it up” to me. Again.

TUESDAY, MARCH 23, 2004. 3:16PM
Marc managed to score a reservation for tonight at Spice Market, this is part of his strategy to earn my forgiveness. Apparently he spoke directly to Medusa again, but this time she didn’t bother asking him with whom he would be dining. The last time he tried to make a reservation for us, she refused him and told him he was “welcome anytime, as long as it’s not with” me. I would love to hear her try to verbalize her rationality on that one. “Abbe is not welcome at any Jean-Georges establishments everrr because she had the unmitigated gall to quit after I
sodomized her with my psychoses for months on end.” Except that is way too many syllables for you-know-who.

What ever, Miss Thing. Hah, wait until she gets a load of my book. I like to think I’m just doing her a favor, she will finally have a good reason to be so vicious with everybody. And I know the only reason she even granted Marc the reservation is because she didn’t want him calling Jean-Georges directly like he did the last time when she refused him. Oh I am not stupid, I can foresee exactly how this will go down. She will just tell the maiterdee save two tables, one will be a good PX one and the other will be a crappy POS one and she will make him seat Marc Bagutta at the crappy table if he shows up with an Asian chick (me).


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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: Call Me Tuesday, Leigh Byrne {$2.99 or Borrow FREE w/Prime!}

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Description of Call Me Tuesday:

At eight-years-old, Tuesday Storm’s childhood is forever lost when tragedy sends her family spiraling out of control into irrevocable dysfunction. For no apparent reason, she’s singled out from her siblings, blamed for her family’s problems and targeted for unspeakable abuse. The loving environment she’s come to know becomes an endless nightmare of twisted punishments as she’s forced to confront the dark cruelty lurking inside the mother she idolizes. Based on a true story, Call Me Tuesday recounts, with raw emotion, a young girl’s physical and mental torment at the mercy of the monster in her mother’s clothes–a monster she doesn’t know how to stop loving. Tuesday’s painful journey through the hidden horrors of child abuse will open your eyes, and her unshakable love for her parents will tug at your heartstrings.



We are carried along, not able to put the book down – not wanting to hear more at times for it becomes almost too difficult to hear – but having to see it through, for we have come too close to Tuesday’s inner turmoil than to desert her now ~ David Lloyd, Virtual Muser eBook Review

Ms. Byrne delineates the normal reactions of outsiders: disbelief, fear of involvement, and the presumption that the child is bad. She also did not forget to detail the after-effects of abuse that continue long after it’s over, and the strange ways they can manifest. ~ Java Davis, The Kindle Book Review

The horror of the scenes is heightened by the author’s simple, straight-forward style… the prose is clean and flows well and the voice is tragically honest without being melodramatic. ~ Mayra Calvani, Blogcritics

A horrifying story inspired by true-life experience…the prose so vividly and evocatively portrays suffering.~ Kirkus

Tuesday Storm’s mother named her two daughters and three sons after movie stars, but what Tuesday’s mother does to her is hardly movie star quality and more shades of “Mommie Dearest”. ~ Alice D. for Reader’s Favorite


Amazon Reader Reviews:

Call Me Tuesday currently has a Amazon reader review rating of 4.4 stars, with 105 reviews! Read the reviews here!


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Excerpt from Of Call Me Tuesday:



Mama knocked twice on my bedroom door. “There’s a god-awful stench coming from in there,” she said. “You need to take your bucket outside and empty it.”
At one time, when I first started using the bucket as a toilet, the acrid air in my room had burned the inside of my nose and everything I ate and drank tasted like the smell of pee. But now, after months of constant exposure, I hardly noticed it at all. I was only aware, whenever I left my room, that the air outside it was different, thinner, crisper—different.
I heard the two-by-four Mama kept wedged under my doorknob fall hard, as usual, as if she had kicked it away, but its impact to the floor was muffled by the carpet. Like an angry fist blocked by a pillow. The sound of the two-by-four falling was always the same. Every morning, as I waited for her to come and let me out to go to school, or do my chores, I listened for it with both anticipation and dread, hoping one day it would be different. I kept thinking if the sound was different then maybe other things beyond the door might be different too.
As I made my way down the stairs, balancing the half-full bucket against my thigh, I noticed the house was quiet for a Saturday. When I came to the bottom of the stairway, I looked around, and realized no one was home but Mama and me. I always got nervous when I was alone with her.
Passing the kitchen, I saw her leaning up against the counter stirring creamer into a cup of coffee. She hadn’t been up long; she still had on a sleeping gown and her hair was matted to the back of her head. When I walked by her, she glanced up at me and tapped her spoon on the side of her cup. “Make sure you take it far away from the house,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am,” I yelled, on my way out the door.
Out in the backyard, I found a grassy area under a tree and sat the bucket down. I had learned if I dumped the pee all at once it spread quickly on the surface of the baked earth, and sometimes my feet got wet. Pouring slowly, I watched the bucket’s contents seep into the grass and wrap its rusty fingers around the tree roots.
When I came back inside, Mama met me at the door. “I need some potatoes peeled for lunch,” she said, and then went into the kitchen again.
After I returned the bucket to my room, I stood before her awaiting my next instructions. She pointed to a corner where she’d spread some newspaper on the floor. “Sit down over there,” she said. Then she pulled a sack of potatoes from the pantry and plopped them beside me, along with a deep soup pan. She handed me a paring knife. “Now get to peeling.”
Taking a potato from the sack, I started to work right away. Mama went over to the counter, picked up her coffee and walked back and forth in front of me. Sipping her coffee, she continued to pace the floor, staring at me, her steps getting faster and faster, as she became fueled by the caffeine. I ignored her. Concentrated on the potato in my hand, on keeping the peeling the way she required it to be—thin enough to see through when she held it up to the light.
Finally, she stopped, tilted her head to one side. “I swear you get homelier every day,” she said.
If I had been younger I would have cried, crushed by her words. But in the last couple of years I’d become much tougher. So what, I thought, acting as if I hadn’t heard her. I don’t care what you think of me anymore.
“I thought you might get prettier when you became a teenager, but I do believe you’re even uglier than before.” She paused, took a long drink of her coffee, allowing enough time for what she’d said to really sink in. “Honestly, I feel sorry for you because I don’t know how you’re going to make it on your own. I mean, I always had men standing in line to take care of me, but with your face I doubt you’ll be able to find anyone.”
Sliding the knife blade under the peel of a fresh potato, I tried to imagine her at thirteen, a bubbly cheerleader with a head full of shiny red curls and perfect skin. It was a stretch. She had gained about thirty pounds in the last year or so, and her hair was brassy and brittle from constant bleaching. The scar from her accident, deep and severe, slashed across her cheek like a lightning bolt.
For several minutes, she went on walking and talking and I continued to ignore her. Every so often, I caught a glimpse of her as she passed, but I didn’t hear a word she was saying. The only sound I allowed into my head was the knife scraping across the potatoes.
When I had finished and there was a mountain of paper-thin peelings in front of me, Mama snatched up the pan filled with creamy, spotless potatoes. “Now pick up the papers and put them in the trash,” she said. “I have another chore for you to do.”
She pulled a brown paper grocery bag from a cabinet drawer and motioned for me to follow her into the family room. With her finger, she drew a series of small circles in the air above an area of the floor littered with crumpled potato chips. “I want you to pick up all the crumbs on the carpet in here. And don’t stop until this whole room is clean.”
She handed me the paper bag and I nodded my head, as if I understood her. But I didn’t. I had never understood why she made me use my fingers to pick up specks of dirt and food crumbs from the floor when she had a perfectly good vacuum cleaner.
On her way back to the kitchen, she stopped in the hallway. “On second thought, start there,” she said, pointing in the direction of the back door where there were dirt clods and mud ground into the carpet. “And then work your way up the hall into the family room.”
I trudged down the hall, dragging the paper bag beside me. When I came to the top of the steps leading to the door, I sat and stared at the dirty carpet wondering where Daddy and the boys had gone. Wishing I were with them.
About ten minutes later, Mama came back to check on my progress and found me sitting down on the job. “What in hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her voice reflecting disbelief more than anger.
Had it been a year, a month, or even a few days earlier, I would have been terrified of what she might do to me for disobeying her. I would have dropped to my knees and started picking up crumbs, scratching mud. But on this day, something was different. This day I didn’t budge when I heard her coming.
“Answer me!” she shouted.
I didn’t turn around.
Suddenly I heard the rapid pounding of her feet against the floor behind me. “Answer me!” she shouted again, but this time with her words came the blunt force of her foot in the small of my back. I felt a hot pain in my kidney. “I said answer me damn it!”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her cock her leg back to kick me again. But before she could deliver the blow, I sprang to my feet, grabbed her by one of her wrists and dug my fingers into the soft flesh of the underside of her forearm.
Looking down into her eyes, I tried to decipher what she was feeling from a facial expression I’d never before seen. I had known my mama at her darkest time, in her deepest pain. And, certainly, I’d witnessed her anger again and again. But never, under the safety of Daddy’s six foot seven inch wingspan, had I known her to be afraid.
“My name is Tuesday, Mama!” I said, twisting her arm, slightly. “Say my name! Say it! Say Tuesday!”
The words had come out of my mouth, and yet, the voice I heard, full of vengeance and bitterness, sounded strangely foreign to my ears. One part of me was entirely detached from what was happening, as if I were watching some mean, crazed intruder hurting my mama. At the same time, another part was well aware of what I was doing, of every detail of the instant: the blood rushing through my head, the smell of coffee on her breath, her pulse throbbing under my hand.
“I’ll call you what I damn well please!” A grimace cut across her face. “Take your hands off me!”
I tightened my grip. “Don’t you think you’ve punished me enough, Mama? Don’t you think I’ve suffered enough for what I did? I can’t take it anymore! I won’t take it anymore!”
She tugged her arm back, trying to pull free of my clutch. “Take your hands off me—now!” she demanded.
Then, in an instant, something—maybe it was the tone of her voice—caused the courage I had seconds earlier to desert me and I dropped her arm like it was a hot wire. And once again I became a frightened child, ready to obey her every command in the same instinctive way I had always obeyed her.
After what I’d just done, I expected her to attack me. This time I wanted her to. This time I’d asked for it, deserved it. I braced myself for the punch I knew was inevitable.
But nothing happened.
Maybe she had seen something in my eyes when I was squeezing her arm and knew if she made an attempt to hurt me again it would unleash all the rage I had pent up inside, the rage she had created. Maybe now she was scared of me.
She looked down at her arm and examined the purple crescents my fingernails had imprinted there. When she finally looked up again, I saw that her complexion was colorless, her bottom lip quivering. We stood face to face, stunned, as if neither of us was able to process what had happened, as if neither of us knew what to do next.
“Get out of my sight,” she said, trying to sound in control with a voice that was thin and shaky. “Go to your room—now!”
Pushing past her, I bounded up the stairs, clearing two at a time. When I got in my room, I shut the door behind me and pressed my back up against it.
After a few minutes, I heard Mama wedge the two-by-four under my doorknob again. All at once, my legs gave out and I slid down to the floor. “I’m sorry, Mama!” I cried out to her, as she walked down the stairs. “I didn’t mean it!”


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CONTACT, AFN CLARKE {$2.99 or Borrow FREE w/Prime!}


This new, expanded edition of AFN Clarke’s best selling and controversial book CONTACT is a raw, visceral, “no-holds-barred” account of combat from one of the men we paid to kill. It caused a furor when first published for its devastating honesty. Clarke vividly recounts his experiences of two tours in Northern Ireland (in Belfast and Crossmaglen) as a Platoon Commander with Britain’s elite Parachute Regiment during the blood soaked 1970′s. The dangers, political agendas and religious roots underlying the conflict are eerily and heartbreakingly similar to Iraq, and Afghanistan today.

Clarke takes us to the heart of the action. We feel what’s it like to live each day with senses on high alert waiting to be ripped apart by the accuracy of a sniper or a well-hidden bomb. We enter the private world of the soldiers, ordered to hold the lines in an ancient quarrel they have little affinity for, but whose consequences are deadly. We experience their emotions, fear, courage, humor, bravado and the anguish of death.

This expanded edition continues from where the print version ended, revealing the untold nightmare Clarke lived through having nearly died with half his insides missing, being medically discharged a year later, suffering from PTSD, and being expected to return to a “normal life”. A story of the scars of war that affect generations. Of heartache, courage and hope for peace.

CONTACT was first published in the UK in 1983 by Martin Secker & Warburg, was serialized for 5 days in The Mirror, a national newspaper, and became an instant best seller. In 1984 it was published in paperback by PAN Books, by Schocken Books New York and made into an award winning BBC TV film. Book length 69,237 words.

Fiction books include: Collisions, An Unquiet American, Dry Tortugas, The Book of Baker Series (Dreams from the Death Age; Armageddon; Genesis Revisited), and the Thomas Gunn suspense series coming soon.

What readers are saying:

“.. its honesty and passion cannot be denied .. Mr. Clarke has sent out a powerful and disturbing early warning signal.” Maurice Leitch Daily Telegraph.

“..a major contribution to our understanding of war and how people act .. Contact is the work of a brave writer.” Kevin Toolis, Irish News.

“There’s no sugar coating in “Contact”. If you’re looking for real life accounting and not just a Hollywood movie script, “Contact” is a must read!” Michael, 5 Stars

“Contact is one of the best military stories that I have ever read and I recommend it to you in the highest terms; it’s a book from a past conflict that has timely and resonant lessons for a present one.” Steven McLaughlin, 5 Stars

The average Amazon reader review rating is currently 4.4 stars, with 13 reviews.

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The Rose Hotel, Rahimeh Andalibian {FREE!}

A country in chaos and a family torn asunder… In the midst of the upheaval and violence of Iran’s 1979 revolution, a young girl struggles to make sense of a complex swirl of mystery and change.

In the novel, The Rose Hotel, Dr. Rahimeh Andalibian tells the true-life story of her Iranian Muslim family and two brutal crimes – one that her father solved and another of which her brother is accused.

The Iranian-born author takes us first into the early intimacy of her pious family as they lived in prosperity in their luxury hotel in Mashhad, Iran. Their life of beauty and tranquility is ruptured by revolution, followed by a fall from grace, as her homeland is forever altered and her family uprooted, first to London, and finally to California, where they suffer a different kind of revolution. Struggling to acculturate and adjust to a new host culture in America, they soon discover that although they escaped Iran, they were not free from their own lies and hidden truths.

Heartbreaking and intimately told, The Rose Hotel is a story of healing, rebirth after tragedy, and hard-won redemption.

What readers are saying:

5 STARS – “A deeply-touching tale and a testament to the resiliency of the human spirit.” –Amazon Review

The average Amazon reader review rating is currently 5 stars, with 78 reviews.

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KINDLE DAILY DEAL: The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating: A Memoir by Elisabeth Tova Bailey is $1.99 Today Only!

In a work that beautifully demonstrates the rewards of closely observing nature, Elisabeth Bailey shares an inspiring and intimate story of her uncommon encounter with a Neohelix albolabris -a common woodland snail.

While an illness keeps her bedridden, Bailey watches a wild snail that has taken up residence on her nightstand. As a result, she discovers the solace and sense of wonder that this mysterious creature brings and comes to a greater under standing of her own confined place in the world.

Intrigued by the snail-s molluscan anatomy, cryptic defenses, clear decision making, hydraulic locomotion, and mysterious courtship activities, Bailey becomes an astute and amused observer, providing a candid and engaging look into the curious life of this underappreciated small animal.-

Told with wit and grace, The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating is a remarkable journey of survival and resilience, showing us how a small part of the natural world illuminates our own human existence and provides an appreciation of what it means to be fully alive.

What readers are saying:

A charming, delicate meditation on the meaning of life. — Kirkus Review

“An exquisite meditation on the restorative connection between nature and humans . . . with sentences of stunning lyrical beauty. –Huffington Post

The average Amazon Reader Review is currently 4.5 stars {61 reviews}.

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KINDLE DAILY DEAL: Heroes and Monsters by Josh James Riebock is $1.99 Today Only!

Every one of us is both a hero and a monster, and the world we inhabit is both beautiful and twisted. We are shaken by changes, losses, gains, insights, desires, mistakes, and transitions. And just when we’ve gotten settled back down, things get shaken up again. This is the life we’ve been given. So how do we make sense of life’s unexpected nature, find a way to embrace the tension, and live with a sense of peace despite pain?

In this stunningly honest, compelling, and ultimately hopeful book, Josh James Riebock explores issues of trust, obedience, intimacy, dreams, grief, purpose, and the unexpected stops along the journey that form us into the people we are. In a creative way, he shows readers that pain and beauty are so inextricably linked that to lose the former costs us the latter.

Those grappling with life’s inconsistencies and trials will especially find a welcome resonance between their lives and Heroes and Monsters. Riebock both validates their experiences and challenges them to live beyond them in this ever-changing life.

What readers are saying:

Vulnerable and imaginative, powerful without being forceful, certainly able to lift readers up and impart hope for the journey. – Publisher’s Weekly

A wonderful story on life’s struggles with grief, sacrifice, and redemption.–Fred Burton, author of Ghost and Chasing Shadows

Josh narrates God’s grace in the white spaces of his life.–Dave Goetz, author of Death by Suburb

A beautiful book…Josh tells his life story with lively prose that explores the paradox of human splendor and wretchedness while dangling hints of redemption…For Josh, the road traveled with God is twisting, bumpy, potholed…and well worth the ride. –Drew Dyck, managing editor of Leadership Journal; author of Generation Ex-Christian

The average Amazon Reader Review is currently 5 stars {27 reviews}.

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Born into a prominent, sophisticated Jewish family who spend time in Europe and live in the Middle East, author Jean Naggar’s coming of age memoir tells the story of her protected youth in an exotic multicultural milieu. To Naggar her childhood seemed a magical time that would never come to an end. But in 1956, Egyptian President Nasser’s nationalizing of the Suez Canal set in motion events that would change her life forever.

An enchanted way of life suddenly ended by multinational hostilities, her close-knit extended family is soon scattered far and wide. Naggar’s own family moves to London where she finishes her schooling and is swept into adulthood and the challenge of new horizons in America. Speaking for a different wave of immigrants whose Sephardic origins highlight the American Jewish story through an unfamiliar lens, Naggar traces her personal journey through lost worlds and difficult transitions, exotic locales and strong family values. The story resonates for all in this poignant exploration of the innocence of childhood in a world breaking apart.

What readers are saying:

“Readers will rejoice in this memoir of a Jewish life and culture that, sadly, no longer exists. But even more, this exodus from Egypt is the great American success story, filled with fine vignettes and character studies. Sipping from the Nile is a moving and beautifully written account about how one smart, resilient outsider made her own way.” –Susan Isaacs, author of Past PerfectAny Place to Hang My Hat, and Compromising Positions

The average Amazon Reader Review rating is currently 4.5 Stars {46 Reviews}.

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