Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.” —Groucho Marx

Friday, November 20, 2015

RELEASE DAY/ SHAUNA ALLEN's Hitched and Throttle--reviews included!

Two releases today from Shauna Allen and they are so delicious to the heart of this reader!   Please enjoy the reviews and pick up a copy for your own viewing pleasure!


 A Jack ‘Em Up Wedding . . .
We have survived.
 We’ve earned our happy ending.

Today, Rachel Chaseman will become my wife . . . Mrs. Jesse Joyner.
My heart is in the palm of her hand, and I’m more than ready to pledge myself to her until the day I die.
Is it all too good to be true? Do I get to live the dream, or will doubt and the forces of nature rip us apart before we’re bound?

You’re cordially invited to find out . . .


I have a past. I have pain.
I don’t dwell on those because I have a future.
I’ve got my career and my wits. I don’t need love, or lust, or some man to make me complete. That’s for fairy tales.
Yeah, right.
Trace Berringer is the perfect male specimen, wrapped up in a smart, sexy, witty package, and while I may not need him, I sure want him. But he’s got a past of his own. One that may ultimately keep us apart.
Tori Waters has become both my fantasy and my nightmare.
I’ve wanted her since the moment we met, but she has walls a mile high. 
Hell, so do I.
Sex and shameless flirting are one thing, but I’ve been burned and I can’t afford to go there again. My son is my heart, my soul. It’s just us against the world and I’d kill to protect him.
No one, definitely no woman, is going to hurt us again.
That is a promise.


Hitched by Shauna Allen was a companion novella to the book Torque which was the story of Rachel and Jesse.  In Hitched the readers are all invited to share in their nuptials.   This was a very short read, but it brought a final bond to our loving Torque couple.  And Shauna surprised her readers with a special guest appearance which was a very welcome surprise that brought a smile to my face.

I rated Hitched a four wink read.

Throttle:  I so loved the story of Rachel and Jesse, and to my great surprise, Shauna Allen is to blame that I love the story of Tori and Trace even more.    This was a story of substance,dealing with cancer, pasts, single parenting, and so much more.   These characters were real to me as they struggled to find love during trying times in their lives.

Shauna is always able to provide a smooth storyline, twists and turns and a bumpy ride to true love.   I believe she is keenly aware that anything worth having is worth working for.   It is certainly true for the mechanics at Jack 'Em Up.   They work hard, both at the garage and in their spare time.

Shauna Allen is a Favorite of mine.   She can write such realistic stories about everyday people and everyday problems with bouts of tension, angst and a bit of humor on the side.  She is able to pull the reader in early on, compelling them to read from start to finish with whatever time they have available to them.

I rated Throttle at five winks!!
Disclaimer:  I read for my pleasure.   I may receive ARC copies for review purposes, but I am not compensated for my reviews .  I like to read and I like to share my reviews.   I post my thoughts without prejudice or bias.  The words are mine and I write reviews based on my humble opinion.  I will admit, I seldom meet a book I don't like.  I received a copy of this book from the author or their representative in exchange for an honest review.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Passing Through Perfect by Bette Lee Crosby--A review


It's 1946. The war is over. Millions of American soldiers are coming home and Benjamin Church is one of them. After four years of being away he thought things in Alabama would have changed, but they haven't. Grinder's Corner is as it's always been--a hardscrabble burp in the road. It's not much, but it's home.

When Benjamin attends a harvest festival in Twin Pines, he catches sight of Delia. Before their first dance ends, he knows for certain she's the one. They fall madly in love: happily, impatiently, imprudently, in love. It doesn't matter that her daddy is staunchly opposed to the thought of his daughter marrying a cotton farmer, never mind a poor one.

It's true Benjamin has little to offer; he's a sharecropper who will spend his whole life sweating and slaving to do little more than put food on the table. But that's how things are in Alabama. Benjamin is better off than most; he has a wife, a boy he adores, and a house that doesn't leak rain. Yes, Benjamin considers himself a lucky man until the fateful night that changes everything.


Wow, what an awesome read.    I don't even know where to begin.   I will begin by stating what an awesome and deep author Bette Lee Crosby is.    I wasn't expecting to love Passing Through Perfect as I did.   But it is a must read in my humble opinion.

This book tells the story of Benjamin Church, a young man returned home after his stint in the army in 1946.    His mama has passed, his daddy is saddened at the loss and needs help on the Alabama farm.    It is the story of a black man who decides to fulfill his love for family by becoming a farmer rather than seeking to fulfill his dreams of becoming a mechanic.   It is the story of life and death....moving on and the ever resilient nature of the human being.   So many things in life slap our faces....for Benjamin, it was bad weather, poverty, hard times, death of loved ones and moving on in the poorest of times.

My favorite quote:     "Perfect ain't a place," he said.   "It's a time when everything's good and we're happy.   Folks don't live in perfect, they just get to pass through every so often."

And that just about sums it all up.   We all pass through perfect once in awhile, and are blessed beyond words for it.    Thank you Bette Lee for introducing us to Benjamin and sharing his life wisdom.

I rated this a 5 Wink read!!

Disclaimer:  I read for my pleasure.   I may receive ARC copies for review purposes, but I am not compensated for my reviews .  I like to read and I like to share my reviews.   I post my thoughts without prejudice or bias.  The words are mine and I write reviews based on my humble opinion.  I will admit, I seldom meet a book I don't like.    I purchased this book for my own personal collection.

Monday, November 9, 2015

Silver Linings by Debbie Macomber--a review


Set in Cedar Cove’s charming Rose Harbor Inn, Debbie Macomber’s captivating new novel follows innkeeper Jo Marie and two new guests as they seek healing and comfort, revealing that every cloud has a silver lining, even when it seems difficult to find. 
Since opening the Rose Harbor Inn, Jo Marie Rose has met fascinating people from all walks of life, but none have piqued her interest quite like handyman Mark Taylor. Jo Marie and Mark are good friends—and are becoming something more—yet he still won’t reveal anything about his past. When Mark tells her that he’s moving out of town, Jo Marie is baffled. Just when she is starting to open herself up again to love, she feels once more that she is losing the man she cares about. As she grapples with Mark’s decision and tries to convince him to stay, she welcomes two visitors also seeking their own answers. 
Best friends Kellie Crenshaw and Katie Gilroy have returned to Cedar Cove for their ten-year high school reunion, looking to face down old hurts and find a sense of closure. Kellie, known as Coco, wants to finally confront the boy who callously broke her heart. Katie, however, wishes to reconnect with her old boyfriend, James—the man she still loves and the one who got away. As Katie hopes for a second chance, Coco discovers that people can change—and both look to the exciting possibilities ahead. 
Heartwarming and uplifting, Silver Linings is a beautiful novel of letting go of the past and embracing the unexpected.


Anyone following the Rose Harbor Inn stories will love Silver Linings by Debbie Macomber.  The book starts out a little heavy.  Jo Marie is losing her best friend as he chooses to leave Cedar Cove despite his very strong feelings for Jo Marie.    Two classmates who booked the inn at Rose Harbor and planned to attend their class reunion are also disturbed by past life events.

Macomber is true to form with this writing.   The storyline flows smoothly as the story is told from Jo Marie's POV, Kellie, (Coco's) POV and Katie's POV.  All three women are seeking true love and hoping for a happy resolution to their searching.   True love....caring more for the other person's happiness and being willing to give up your desires for the one you love.

This story makes you sigh as you see the characters work through their heartache and humiliation.   There is a quirky twist in Coco's retalliation attempt and an intriguing encounter with the school's valedictorian.   And there is an unexpected turn of events for Katie too.   The Inn, known for it's healing powers, has not yet disappointed.

The story is sweet, thoughtful and warms the heart.   I very much enjoyed reading Silver Linings.

I rated this read 5 Winks!

Disclaimer:  I read for my pleasure.   I may receive ARC copies for review purposes, but I am not compensated for my reviews .  I like to read and I like to share my reviews.   I post my thoughts without prejudice or bias.  The words are mine and I write reviews based on my humble opinion.  I will admit, I seldom meet a book I don't like.    I purchased this book for my own personal collection.

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Nowhere to be Found, by Emily Thomas....a review


While converting the Victorian home left by her great-aunt Edie into a library, Anne Gibson stumbles upon a fascinating find. Hidden behind an old star quilt is a tiny sealed-off room with a small writing desk and a faded photograph of Edie in a wedding gown. Anne is certain Aunt Edie never married, so who is the handsome young man with her in the photograph? Could he still hold claim to the house bequeathed to Anne? 

As Anne sets out to solve the mystery, she makes delightful new friends and runs into old ones - including a high school sweetheart who might not be happy that the woman who broke his heart is back in town.


Nowhere to be Found by Emily Thomas is the first book in the Blue Hill Library series.   These are faith based "cozy" mysteries, that share the story of Anne Gibson as she relocates her children and self to Blue Hill, Pennsylvania.    Anne's husband had died unexpectedly of a massive heart attack and her Aunt Edie had left her Victorian home to Anne with instructions to convert it into a town library including living quarters for Anne and her children.

There are many interesting neighbors and friends who become important to Anne and her family as they undertake the remodeling and Anne faces many challenges as she deals with the quirky personalities.   Not only is she overseeing the  refurbishing, she finds a secret room in the house with a picture of her aunt that piques her curiousity and becomes a mystery to be solved.

This is the kind of book I enjoy reading and it relaxes my spirit.   I love all books and genres, but some of the psychological thrillers and suspense reads send me in search of something to bring me down and comfort my fast beating heart.   So I am happy to have found these cozy books sponsored by Guideposts.

I rated this book a 4 wink story.

Disclaimer:  I read for my pleasure.   I may receive ARC copies for review purposes, but I am not compensated for my reviews .  I like to read and I like to share my reviews.   I post my thoughts without prejudice or bias.  The words are mine and I write reviews based on my humble opinion.  I will admit, I seldom meet a book I don't like.    I purchased this book for my personal library.

Sunday, November 1, 2015

October Recap

Irish fiction, the story of Danny Boyle.




Romance with review to be posted on Nov 20
                                      coming soon to a blog near you!

HISTORICAL FICTION two totally different styles...both excellent

Paranormal Novella--

I find so much joy in reading and in reading so many diverse books.   Thank you authors everywhere for providing the best of yourselves and sharing it with us, your readers.

Keep reading!  Keep writing!    Keep enjoying this wonderful art form!

Miss Beth

Friday, October 30, 2015

California Sunrise by Casey Dawes--A Review


When Alicia Fuentes walks into Dr. Raúl Mendez’s treatment room, something about the plucky single mom stirs his personal interest. After he diagnoses her son, Luis, on the autism spectrum, Raúl takes a chance and offers support beyond the doctor’s office, hoping friendship might become more.

Grateful for the help, Alicia is tempted by her new pediatrician’s kindness, consistency, and attractiveness, but she has no room in her life for a serious relationship. She’s juggling a part-time job and classes at the local community college to get her life back on track and pursue a cosmetology career.

Between his busy medical practice and his desire to help his family, who was deported when he was a teen, return to the United States, Raúl doesn’t have time for anything or anyone else, either. But his heart won’t be denied.

Hope of a new life arises for them both, but fate and prejudice could threaten their newfound bond. Can their blossoming relationship withstand the political and personal battles that lie in wait?


California Sunrise was an enjoyable romantic read with so many additional veins of interest throughout.  The jealousy of an ex-bestie became a thorn in the side of Alicia, our heroine.  Shame and guilt over her mother's past drove her to believe their relationship was beyond repair. A baby with Ausperger's syndrome drove her passion to be more, do more.    Dr Raul Mendez was also driven by his past and a determination to change things for the immigrant population.    Neither could really afford the time and energy a relationship required, but both needed the friendship and support that a healthy relationship can offer.

The story flowed smoothly, alternately told from Alicia and Raul's points of view.   The characters were believable and the main characters did indeed grow and mature as the story went forward.   Within the pages, I found joy, sadness, and an overcoming spirit...a new definition of family and love.

I rated this book 3 Winks!

Disclaimer:  I read for my pleasure.   I may receive ARC copies for review purposes, but I am not compensated for my reviews .  I like to read and I like to share my reviews.   I post my thoughts without prejudice or bias.  The words are mine and I write reviews based on my humble opinion.  I will admit, I seldom meet a book I don't like.  I received a copy of this book from the author or their representative in exchange for an honest review.

Monday, October 26, 2015

PUP by Christopher Slater--A Review


This is not the story of a hero.

So begins the story of one of the most distinctive heroes you'll ever meet. Drafted into a war he barely comprehends with no taste for combat, Pup will find himself thrust into the very center of the conflict. How he affects that conflict, and how this changes him and everyone around him, is the soul of this utterly unique war story.

Equal parts adventure and farce, tragedy and comedy, PUP introduces an unforgettable accidental hero to war literature, and announces Christopher Slater as a resonant new voice.



This is not the story of a hero. If you were hoping to read about a hero that the biggest star in movies would play on the silver screen then you might want to look for something else to read. There are lots of stories about heroes out there. Look around and find one of those, Im sure there are probably some on the Best Sellers list. This is the story of a screw-up. A grade-A, monumental, epic screw-up. I wouldnt even be writing this down except that my wife wants me to record it so that our children can read it when they grow up. Theres a brilliant idea! If my kids havent figured out how much of an idiot their father is by the time theyre old enough to read this, I might as well provide textual evidence to convince them! My therapist also said that it might be cathartic for me to write it all down. What a quack! He still tells me that I should be proud of myself when I look in the mirror. I look like a cartoon character. Why should I be proud of seeing that in the mirror?

All right, I suppose I should stop stalling and get this thing started. I would say that my adventures began the day I was drafted, but that would be a lie. My adventures probably began the day I was born. I often wondered if the doctor dropped me on my head after he saw me. If he did, is it possible he picked me up and dropped me again just to be certain? Whatever happened on that day, I ended up with all kinds of issues. I havent been diagnosed with anything, part of the reason is because I wouldnt allow myself to be tested, but there are still labels that apply to me: socially awkward, clumsy, forgetful, hyper, geek, spaz, schmo, screw-up, goofball, and clueless are at the top of the list. Those are just the labels given to me by friends and family. My grades never reflected these things. I always scored well in class. I can tell you the capital of Tajikistan off of the top of my head (its Dushanbe, in case you wanted to know), but I couldnt tie my shoes before sixth grade, I still have to think hard to remember my left from my right, and my first attempt to boil water on the stove made it on the evening news.

Of course, everyone has their issues. I have a cousin that is scared to death of ducks. Im not kidding. Every time she sees a duck coming towards her, she breaks out into a cold sweat and looks like she is about to have a psychotic episode. The difference between other peoples issues and mine is the fact that you arent likely to have to confront ducks on a daily basis. People are an entirely different story. I have to confront them every day. To tell the truth, I suck at it.

I could probably write a four-volume treatise on my time in school. Just imagine being in an institution for thirteen years where everyone else knows that talking to yourself in public is strange except for you, and where color-coordinating your clothes is highly suggested and you tend to ignore that suggestion. That pretty much sums up as much of my time in school as I think anyone needs to know. Oddly enough, though, I enjoyed it.

It isnt like I never had friends. I had quite a few friends. It turns out that when you spend most of your time fighting against or trying to hide your quirks, you gain a certain amount of insight into people. That insight turned me into a bit of a problem-solver. People would come to me with their problems and I would listen and help talk them through it. When you do things like that, you get a reputation as a nice guy. The funny thing is that I wasnt a nice guy. Sure, I had manners and tried to treat people decently because my mother would make my life miserable if I didnt, but that wasnt the main reason why I helped. I liked hearing these people talk about their problems because it helped me forget about mine for a little while. I never told any of them that. Im pretty sure it would have ruined my reputation.

I admit it. Im stalling. I could spend several pages just talking about how I managed to never touch the toilet seats in the school bathrooms (they really are gross!), but I know that I would just be coming up with ways to avoid telling the story that my wife and my quack therapist want me to tell. Here it goes. I graduated from high school and had been accepted into a college to study psychology. Thats when the war broke out; Im sure you know the history, so Ill leave the details out of it for now. Ive always had a habit of reading. I read a lot. I read about a lot of stuff. At the time, I had become particularly fond of military action novels. Science fiction was my choice for television and movies, but military action seemed more real to me in books. It always amazed me how they could make the heroes so invincible and the villains so conniving. I think that my sense of patriotism was especially aroused by these novels. When the Second Korean War broke out I went and bought flags in every available size, got red-white-and-blue shirts and hats, and I got all kinds of posters and decorations to show my love of country. Obviously, none of this did anything to actually help the war effort, but thats just the way that I think. I figured that looking patriotic would be my contribution. I didnt really consider enlisting. Id never shot a gun before and I had the upper body strength of a . . . well, everything has more upper body strength than I did. So I figured I would just wear my shirts and hats and shout U-S-A! whenever appropriate and that would be enough.

I remember that I was wearing one of those shirts when the doorbell rang. I had been spending most of the day trying to figure out how to get along with a stranger as a roommate when I got to college. That probably scared me more than anything about going off to school. I dug into my wallet as I went to answer the door. Various groups had been doing door-to-door fundraisers to support our troops in whatever way they could. Hey, I could give a few bucks. I would do my part. I was wearing a patriotic shirt, wasnt I? When I opened the door, the deliveryman asked to see my identification. Maybe it was because he was wearing a uniform, or maybe it was because I was young and stupid, but I showed him my drivers license. He looked at it, double-checked his clip board, and then told me that I was hereby notified that I had been called to active duty through the Selective Service program. He handed me an envelope and then turned to leave. He stopped when I told him thank you. Maybe he thought I was being sarcastic. In truth, it was just an automatic response of politeness. He looked at me with an expression that I couldnt quite place. Then he told me, Good luck, kid. He got in his vehicle and drove off without looking back.

I looked at the envelope that he had given me. I opened it up and found a great deal of information there. In truth, it was information overload. The words that stood out to me as if they had been highlighted were active duty, United States Army. Something about those words disturbed me. Maybe it was the fact that they actually had been highlighted. I read them three times, then dropped the envelope and passed out. The least I could have done was close the door before I passed out. It took my parents two days to round up the cat and dog. My tendency to panic can be so inconsiderate at times.

Its hard to remember a whole lot that happened in the following months. I remember my mother crying a lot. That was no surprise. She wouldnt even let me walk to the neighborhood playground by myself before I was seventeen. By then, I could drive to it. I also remember watching the news a lot. I was really hoping that there would be a breaking news announcement that the Second Korean War had abruptly ended with the enemys unconditional capitulation (I didnt actually expect it to be worded like that, I just wanted an excuse to use the word capitulation). I also did a lot more walking. My therapist tells me that I probably did that so that I could experience more of my familiar surroundings before leaving to a more alien environment. Quack. My mother was crying, the television kept showing depressing news stories, and the dog and cat were constantly trying to escape. I went for walks to get the hell out of there!

The day finally came for me to report for processing. I really didnt want my parents taking me. Thats kind of like having your parents drop you off at school. Its embarrassing. I would know, mine did it until the last week of my senior year. Unfortunately, somebody had to drive me and they insisted. My mother kept giving me kisses when she parked the car. I finally had to speak up. Mom! Stop kissing me!

I dont care if I embarrass you! she replied. Youre my boy going off to war!

Its not that, I insisted. Im so nervous that Im nauseous and I think I might puke all over you. Sometimes you have to hit my mom with the unaltered truth. Imagine my surprise when that just made my mom cry harder. I guess I know where I get some of my issues from.

The processing was . . . unpleasant. After getting all of my information, having me sign a lot of things that I didnt really understand, and then taking away everything that I had brought with me, the military sent me to get a physical. Im not a big fan of physicals. I dont know of anyone who really is, but I think that I hate them more than most. People poking and prodding and asking questions that I wouldnt want to answer if they paid me. Why cant they just have a scanning device like on Star Trek? (Sorry! Flying my geek flag again!) To make matters worse, I had to stand in line in just my underwear with a bunch of other draftees. I guess I should point out that I have never been all that comfortable with being naked, or mostly naked, around others. I always tried to be the last to change in the gym locker room. I dont know why, probably because everyone is in better shape than me. Some people look like you could put five hundred pounds on a bar and they could bench press it without difficulty. I look like I could be the bar. I stood in line not making any real eye contact with the others around me. I shuffled forward whenever I saw the feet of the person in front of me move. I dont know if I should have looked up or not. It might have prevented the shock of what was to come, or it might have prolonged the agony. Ill never know. I only know what did happen, and that was humiliating enough.

I shuffled forward and saw a chair in front of me. Have a seat, a voice said. A feminine voice. A very feminine voice. I looked up and saw a young lady in green scrubs with a stethoscope around her neck. She was gorgeous. She was about twenty years old with red hair and a smile that could light up an entire room. I would know. Shed gone to high school with me. It was one of those rare instances that I actually recognized someone. She also recognized me. She smiled that dazzling smile. I was too nervous to smile back, but that didnt prevent other parts of me from . . . responding. While I was standing in front of her. In my underwear.

I dont think that theres any need to continue with that particular memory. Well just say that she checked my blood pressure (it was high at the moment) and my pulse rate (which was dangerously high at the moment) and sent me to the next table. It was difficult to tell if the smile remained one of familiarity or of amusement. Of course, most people who were familiar with me were also amused by me, so six of one, half a dozen of the other. I guess that it was good news that the rest of the people involved with giving the physical were male. It prevented any repeats of that episode. I almost expected to fail the physical at the hearing test portion. I hear everything very well. The problem is that I cant seem to understand anyone. Its like everyone mumbles. Maybe everyone does mumble, and Im the only one that didnt receive the memo. That would be about the speed of things. I was all ready to explain this with a vague hope that it might get me a medical discharge when they stuck a couple of earbuds in my ears. I heard a few odd tones come through the speakers and saw the tech look at his laptop screen. After about fifteen seconds, he removed the earbuds and put an approval on my paper. My hearing isnt . . .

Your hearing is fine. Move on, he interrupted. I started to protest when he looked at me with eyes that did not broker discussion. Your hearing is fine. Move on. I picked up my paper and followed instructions. At the final table was the only man in the room in an army uniform. I sat down in front of him and handed him my physical form. He took a look at it and checked off a few boxes himself. Since he was the final person in the line of tables, I figured that I had better ask him some of the questions that I had. Sir, I have a few concerns. First, I have an unusual hearing issue. I cant always make out what people are saying. Secondly, my stomach tends to get upset when I eat unusual foods. Third, Im not certain that I am in good enough physical condition for the military. Finally, I was just about to start college. Doesnt that exempt me from the draft?

The corporal (I had studied up a little on military rank) had not looked up from his paperwork while I had spoken. He didnt bother looking up afterwards to answer me either. Everyone is trying to go to college now, he began in a bored voice. Because of that, there are no more college deferments. Your tests say your ears are fine. Boot camp will get you into shape, and you can crap your pants after mess call for all I care so long as you dont foul up your weapon. Congratulations, pal. You are now a member of the United States Army. He finally looked up at me. When he saw how scrawny I was and the already-homesick look on my face, I heard him mutter under his breath, May God help us all. And that is how my glorious career in the military began.


I thoroughly enjoyed the story of Pup.   It was clever, unique, hilarious and sorrowful!   I thought Pup might remind of Gomer Pyle, but it never did.   Rather I found myself feeling like his mother, saddened by a fact that he would no longer be my boy, but a man when he returned home.

I loved that the writing seemed self depricating and very tongue in cheek.   My favorite part was the airport scene when he first left for Korea.    The author depicted a gangly, awkward teenager who seemed to do everything incorrectly and embarrass himself in so doing.    However this young man also realized his clumsiness and acjnowledged it.     You know the saying, "It is what it is?"  This fits a description of this story to a T.

Slater often speaks to Pups children as they are reading this book and I found that to be endearing and all a part of Pup's wonderful personna!

If you like war stories and if you like to laugh out loud while reading, this just might be the book for you to read.   I know I'm getting my grandson Noah a copy and I know he will love it as well.    After reading Pup, I can thoroughly agree, it earned the win in the  AUTHORS FIRST NOVEL CONTEST!   Well done Christopher Slater!

I rated this a five wink read!


Christopher Slater was born, raised, and continues to haunt Middle Tennessee. His love of history led him to teaching that subject, which gave him the opportunity to hone his storytelling skills with a captive audience. Once he thought he had sharpened his abilities enough, he decided to start writing for a more voluntary audience. When not writing, Slater enjoys historic reenacting, playing airsoft, and converting oxygen into carbon dioxide. He teaches middle school in Tennessee where he still lives with his entertaining son, very patient wife and a cat that wont get out of his seat. Pup is his first novel. 


Disclaimer:  I read for my pleasure.   I may receive ARC copies for review purposes, but I am not compensated for my reviews .  I like to read and I like to share my reviews.   I post my thoughts without prejudice or bias.  The words are mine and I write reviews based on my humble opinion.  I will admit, I seldom meet a book I don't like.  I received a copy of this book from the author or their representative in exchange for an honest review.