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When I was about half way in the novella, I didn’t know if I was reading a supernatural story, or one about a man’s sanity spiraling down to oblivion. It turned out that this story is a bit of both, exploring the traumas of childhood and how it affects adults’ lives.
Rodney William Whitaker (12 June, 1931 – 14 December, 2005) was an author, educator, and film scholar. Mr. Whitaker wrote under several nom de plumes, but the most famous one was Trevanian.
When Navy veteran Kevin Jones answers the door for two men he doesn’t know, he can’t foresee the Pandora’s Box he’s opening.
There is lots of good banter, sometimes you can’t tell if the character is saying, thinking, or just gesturing (oh, you) but the author gets the feeling across efficiently and quickly which makes the reading much more pleasurable.
Amita Trasi has a two-voice tale, moving from the past to the present and vice versa is dense, emotional, and resonates in you, even when the book has long been read
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Book Details: Book Title: Out of Time (A ray Lafayette Novel) by Thomas William Lowrie Category: Adult Fiction, 264 pages Genre: Historical Fiction, Military and War Publisher: Mindstir Media Release date: December 4, 2017 Tour dates: May 28 to June 22, 2018 Content Rating: PG-13 Book Description: Well, here I go again. All alone except for this suitcase of mine. I’m headed for a new place with new people. Not so bad considering it’s 1944. Lots of guys are in my shoes. We’re in the middle of World War II. Still not so bad. I’m a fireman in the Army Air Corps whatever they’re calling themselves these days. Once again, not bad at all. But I was born in 1963. There’s the bad part. I was not born with the name Ray Lafayette, but that’s what they call me. I didn’t have kids or smoke a pipe. Hell, I didn’t even like coffee. I do now. I was born into a different life than this, one with a lot of attachments. Now I carry my life in one bag. One really important bag. In this time, people call me pal or buddy or sir, good lord they call me sir…
