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I first read this piece on Bob Byrd’s blog site – http://byrdwordsblog.wordpress.com – several years ago and laughed so much I asked him if I could re-post the story on my blog.    Bob Byrd Bob has a book I highly recommend,especially if you like this piece: The Fur, Fish, Flea and Beagle Club on Amazon: So herewith, in two parts, is The Washtub War “The washing machine,” the wife informed me in her distinctive sing-song, you-have-to-do-something-about-it tone, “is broken.” Her voice was heavy, loaded with the apprehension of knowing I would not call the repairman as she intended. The plea was a lonely cry in the wilderness. After all, I am a mechanical engineer, I thought. Nothing could be that hard to fix. Hah. Now, only now, can I laugh. Hah. Hear me laugh again. Hah. I do not usually start out trying to fix things. The decision is made when I make the call to the repair shop and I am informed of just how much it is going to cost. My hackles start to rise, the conversation deteriorates rapidly and goes something like, well, I’ll let you listen in to my side: “Hello, Ace Repair Shop? I have this gizmo that needs fixing and I wonder if it would be possible for you to come out and have a look at it. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. When? No sooner than that? Oh, I see. What? Sounds? Well, it’s goes whiz-bang-whee-pop-pop-pip-pop-ching when my wife pulls on the push button, but only at night when there’s a full moon. Uh-huh. What do you think the trouble could be? Ah-huh. Well, if that’s what it is, how much do you think it would cost to fix? You’re kidding. No, I’m serious, you must be kidding. My children didn’t cost that much, why on earth do you think this machine is worth half as much? What? That’s just for labor? My wife’s labor didn’t….what? Well, I never. No, I’m not kidding. For that kind of money, I’ll just do it myself. No, No that’s all right, just tell me how much the parts cost. What? Now I know I’m going to fix the whizzlestick myself. Uh-huh, that’s right. I really don’t care what you think; I’m going to fix it myself. Uh-huh. What’s so funny? Trained mechanic? What? Well you broken-down…” The conversation usually goes downhill from there. Of course, after you have said something of that nature to a repairman, you’ll do almost anything to avoid having to call him again. I always do. As I said, my wife had great misgivings about my playing Mr-Fix-It. She listened patiently to my explanation, looked at me, looked at the machine, looked at the ceiling, and walked out of the room. That’s her you’d-better-admire-my-non-committal forbearance coming out. I sighed and went for my tools. First things first, I thought. I’ll figure out what is wrong with the thing, and then I’ll fix it. It’s a logical approach, what could be simpler? I took the back off the machine. There before my eyes was the most completely baffling arrangement of tubes and wires and struts and supports and belts and linkages and clamps that I had ever seen, all surrounding this machine casing closely resembling a miniature black hole of infinity. I thought that is what it must be, because no matter what direction I tried, I absolutely could not get any light from a flashlight, any flashlight no matter how small, into that hole. Well, I pushed on this and pulled on that and generally stared at the thing until I came to realize the machine was probably smarter than I was, and that I did, after all, need a service manual to figure it out. The cash register in my head rang up cost number one against the cost of a repairman. The next day on the way home after work I bought a manual for the machine (wrapped in plastic, of course. The significance of this will become apparent later). I brought it home, and sat down in back of the machine, with my tools surrounding me like faithful servants bowing to the high priest of repair, and reverently opened the manual. No one had told me the Egyptians had washing machines. They must have had, for this latter-day papyrus was damn sure written in hieroglyphics. I spent the remainder of the evening pulling on this and pushing on that, and squinting a lot through reading glasses, trying to match the words and pictures in the manual with the reality in front of me. I finally figured out I had spent good money (isn’t all of it good?) on the wrong manual. The next day I stopped to buy the correct manual, and to my irritation found that, no, I could not return the incorrect one because it was no longer in its’ plastic wrap.  The tiny cash register in my head rang up cost number two. That night I was all set once again, but this time under the spotlight glare of my wife’s “I told you so.” face. Not an easy task to concentrate under such trying conditions, but I was confident she would see the light once I had saved so much money. I strode manfully off to the laundry room, set on being the hero of the house. I had thought it would be relatively simple to fix, because the company we had bought it from (the name is withheld to protect myself as well as the guilty) is an All-American firm that has been in business ever since there has been an America, and so I thought this thing must have been put together by good old American hands with good old American know-how. The know-how turned into no-way. I started spotting all sorts of little oriental characters on the parts. The next thing I figured out (as you can probably guess) is that since it WASN’T good old American know-how, I needed metric tools, since

This review is for Rosie’s #Bookreview team. The book was purchased by the reviewer. A Shortcut to Murder is the third in The Dr. Adam Bascom Mysteries set in Georgian England. I’ve read the first two and was intrigued by the historical setting and, since I’m married to a physician and taught medical students for years, was drawn to the sleuth. The main character, Dr. Adam Bascom, practices medicine in Aylsham, a small town in Norwich. His closest friend, and the person off of whom he bounces ideas, is Peter Lassimer, a pharmacist and a confirmed ladies’ man. Indeed, Dr. Bascom’s unmarried status is the subject of many of their interchanges and a thread running through this book, as in the first two, but with more intensity. After solving the previous two murders, the good doctor is anxious to get back to treating patients, and his first is the nephew of Lady Alice, young widow of one of Bascom’s former patients. Bascom becomes progressively drawn into this family and drawn to Lady Alice as the story evolves. However, he is interrupted in his practice yet again, this time called by his brother, Giles, a magistrate, to confirm the findings of a local coroner in the death of Sir Jackman Wennard, a local landowner, debauching scoundrel, racehorse breeder and baronet.  His son, now Sir Robert, is an equally repugnant character and refuses to accept that his father’s death was anything more than an accident. Sir Jackman was killed by a blow to his body, which caused him to fall off his horse and break his neck. Bascom quickly confirms the injury he sustained could not have resulted from a simple fall, but rather from running into a rope, which flung him back and all but severed his head from his body.  There are many unresolved questions and as some are answered, others emerge. How could the blow be delivered with such force? How could the killer have known where and when to lie in wait? – especially since no one could have foreseen Sir Jackman’s movements on the morning of his death. Who is the woman who caused Sir Jackman to take the path he did that morning, and why is his son so determined to prevent the lawyers from assessing Jackman’s belongings in order to probate his will? Piling on to Bascom’s confusion is the kidnapping of Sir Robert. Is it related to the rash of highway robberies plaguing local roads? This is the densest of the author’s mysteries yet, with many threads that as they are pulled, reveal others.  It also adds more depth to the main character, his determination to find the answers, his insight, and also his confusion about himself – does he want to remain a country doctor and how does he truly feel about women? Add to that a wealth of detailed information about life in Georgian Norwich, all of which gives the reader a rich slice of life at that time. There are some drawbacks to this novel: there are long dialogue dumps and there is repetition galore as Bascom goes over and over what he knows with various friends and family. As I result, I did skim some pages. Overall, though, I enjoyed this book as much as the previous one and would recommend it to anyone who likes historical mysteries. About the author: William Savage grew up in Hereford, on the border with Wales and too his degree at Cambridge. After a career in various managerial and executive roles, he retired to Norfolk, where he volunteers at a National Trust property. His life-long interest has been history, which led to research and writing about the eighteenth century.  But his is not just a superficial interest in history, but a real desire to understand and transmit the daily experience of living in turbulent times. You can find A Shortcut to Murder on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Shortcut-Murder-Adam-Bascom-Mysteries-ebook/dp/B01M1R78L3/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1477584233&sr=1-1&keywords=A+shortcut+to++Murder William Savage’s blog is Pen and Pension:  http://penandpension.com/author/bluebrdz1946/ 0 0

The Lady Anne is the second book in the Above All Others series about the life of Anne Boleyn by Gemma Lawrence. The first book, La Petite Boulain, which I also reviewed, concerns the early years of Anne’s life, beginning with her happy childhood at Hever Castle in Kent and her education in the courts of France. This volume concerns Anne’s life and loves from her return home to when she falls in love with Henry VIII. When Anne returns to England on the orders of her father, she is scheduled to become a lady-in-waiting to Queen Katherine, wife of Henry VIII. During her first days at her family home at Hever, acclimatizing to a land she hardly knows, she meets Thomas Wyatt, a neighbor whom she played with as a child. Thomas is an accomplished poet and a close friend of King Henry and falls in love with the talented, accomplished and stylish Anne. However, he is married, and Anne rejects him, wanting to be his friend, but the rejection is taken badly and it shapes some aspects of her life at court. At court she meets the young Henry Percy, with whom she falls in love, projecting onto him some of the innocence she still feels. Their intended engagement is thwarted, and from there the inevitable unwinds when Henry notices her and becomes besotted. As with the first book, I liked the exceptional historical detail, from the food to the clothing to courtly romance, and the minutiae of life in that age – even to the way members of court and others smelled. Courtiers bathed more than most, but the fact the Queen often wore a hair shirt and how that led to her musky and repulsive odor was something new that wrinkled my nose! The politics of Henry’s royal courts, which defined everyone’s life and fate, is laid out in detail in terms of how it affected Anne and her family. I also found that more than with La Petite Boulain, Anne becomes a rounded character, petty and venal, but also thoughtful and caring. The multiple sides of her personality made her real – not always likeable, but very human. Above all, The Lady Anne is a love story, one that is hard to ignore. As the attraction between Henry and Anne grows, this reader found herself shaking her head at Anne’s determination to guard her honor and not become the King’s mistress, as her sister had been, worrying at what Henry would do in response to her audaciousness. Even though I knew how it would turn out. Such is the power of the author’s writing. The Lady Anne is heavy in exposition, and particularly noticeable are the dialogue dumps – conversation from one side that last a page or more. There are also repetitions of facts and ideas. I will freely admit I skipped over the repetitions and skimmed the overlong conversations. Nevertheless, the story has a fascination, especially for so for this Tudor fan, that holds one’s attention. I was immersed in Anne’s life more than with the first volume, and I look forward to reading the third. About the author Gemma Lawrence is an independently published author living in Cornwall in the UK. She describes her writing thus: “I write mainly Historical Fiction, with an emphasis on the Tudor and Medieval periods and have a particular passion for women of history who inspire me,” but she has not limited herself to one genre. Her first book in the Elizabeth of England Chronicles series is The Bastard Princess (The Elizabeth of England Chronicles Book 1), the second is The Heretic Heir (which I read and loved).  Gemma can be found on Wattpad (https://www.wattpad.com/user/GemmaLawrence31) and on Twitter @TudorTweep. The Lady Anne can be found on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Lady-Anne-Above-Others-Book-ebook/dp/B01M06B0JU/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1477583063&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Lady+Anne 0 0

Gina blew out the 19 candles and her family clapped.  She’d taken the bus overnight to be home because she knew how much her being there would mean to her mother. Her father handed her a small box, nicely wrapped, and everyone watched expectantly as she unwrapped it.  It contained some car keys. “Happy Birthday, Gina,” everyone yelled. “I got a car?” she asked. “Yeah, just look out the front door,” her father replied, the excitement in his voice bubbling over. Gina ran to the front door, threw it open and looked in the driveway. Nothing there. “Across the street,” her father’s voice behind her instructed.  She’d noticed the white Camry when her Mom and Dad drove in with her this morning but figured it belonged to a neighbor. She ran across the street, fitted the key in the lock and opened the car door.  Her father was right behind her. “I know it’s a little old, a 2003. But it’s in great shape, only two owners,” he told her. “Last one ran it into a tree, but the damage was completely fixed, good as new.” “So why was it sold?” “Kid got shook, and his mother refused to let him drive again for a year. Good mileage, too, less than 60,000. We figured you might want to drive home instead of taking the bus.” Gina got in, adjusted the seat and looked around. The inside was pristine and smelled almost new; she was sure her father had spent hours cleaning it. She was equally sure the car was  a way for her parents to wangle her home more often.  She loved it, though, and promised herself she would drive home more frequently. The she noticed it: a GPS unit attached to the front windshield. “Dad, it’s even got a GPS! Did you buy that for me?” “No, sweetie, it came with the car. But I feel a whole lot safer that you’ll have a GPS to help you find your way around and not get lost in some bad places.” “Fantastic, Dad. I could never afford one for myself. Thank you so much for my car!” She got out and gave him a bear hug. Throughout the spring semester, Gina drove her prized possession, taking her girlfriends out for fun nights at local spots, and yes, driving home at least once a month.  And she used the GPS unit, too. At first she was somewhat put off by the vaguely slimy male British accent of the voice, and try as she might, she couldn’t figure out how to change it. She knew the newer units let you choose the voice you wanted. But after a while, she got used to it and trusted that voice to find where she needed to be and to get her there. It became her lifeline, just as her Dad said. Her college roommate Kate asked her to visit her in July.  Kate lived in Wyoming and Gina had never been west of Wisconsin, so she said yes and asked when? It was decided she would drive there at the end of May, after finals were over and before she began her summer internship at a local vet’s office. Gina set off for Wyoming with Kate’s address programmed into the GPS and she also had maps her father had gotten for her at AAA.  Kate lived in the small town of Lander, near the Wind River Range, and Gina was excited to see the mountains and compare small town western life to hers in Chicago.   Her leaving was not without family turmoil. The drive was 18 hours, too long for one day, her Dad declared and offered to buy her a plane ticket to the nearest big airport in Casper.  But Gina stubbornly held to her idea of a great adventure, and only gave in to her parents’ demand that she stop for the night in North Platte, Nebraska. Gina snuck out of the house at 4AM on the day she planned to leave, figuring that she could make it to Kate’s home by 10 or 11 that night, if she drove straight through.  She had a hamper of food and a cooler of drinks her mother had prepared the night before and her GPS. She could do it, and shivered with excitement as she started her car and drove quietly off. She hadn’t realized how long an 18-hour drive could be after she’s been on the road for about eight hours.  She played the radio, ate, talked to her parents on the phone several times, stopped for gas and the bathroom, stretched and counted the time.  When she came to North Platte, she almost stopped, but then thought I can surprise Kate.  In their last phone call, she assured Kate she was going to stop, but now that she was this far, she wanted to push on. The GPS reminded her from time to time where she was, how many miles to go, and when she finally reached Lander just short of 11, she felt a great sense of accomplishment.  She found the dark here overwhelming, no streetlights like in Chicago, just the stars and blackness all around. The GPS now took her off the main road, and she was comforted by the voice that would take her up into the mountains to Kate’s. It seemed that this last part of the drive was interminable. Because the car was dark and she didn’t want to stop, she couldn’t check her maps. She trusted the GPS would get her there, following the voice’s commands through zigs and zags up the mountain side, turns onto side roads, until finally she was on what appeared to be a narrow gravel driveway. At last! Kate said they had a gravel drive and it was not easy to find. Gina thought she could see lights ahead and stepped on the gas, so anxious to be there. Her Camry shot forward and all of a sudden she found

Just made it with 2 hours to go! https://yourfriendlycarguy.wordpress.com is something truly different. The author, Jacob Dacey, is a local sales advisor at Royfoss GM dealership in Thornhill, Ontario. His goal is to change the way people think of car salesman by creating a friendly atmosphere with no pressure. He’s sharing everything he finds interesting in the automotive industry. This is not a nuts and bolts blog – check out recent posts: self-drive safari in Namibia, four reason to rent a luxury car while on vacation, exploring the Grand Canyon with pink Jeep tours.  This one’s a keeper – especially for me! borderlinebrunette is following my blog but I couldn’t find hers! https://ruby4inspiration.wordpress.com Ruby Khan, the author of this blog, always wanted to write but couldn’t figure out how to work it into her busy schedule. Then she just did it and now shares poems, quotes, writing and the journey of blogging. She has Motivational Mondays, Inspirational Tuesdays, Innovative Wednesdays, Collaborative Thursdays, and Free Spirited Fridays. This is a fun blog – check it out! https://sparklingpoems.wordpress.com is written by Varchswata, 18 year old girl from India, who loves to write poems. Her journey of mine was started when she was in 4th standard …she was in class and suddenly started scribbling something that ended up with a poem. She’s won several blog awards – so stop by and enjoy her lovely words! https://romancingmyself.wordpress.com/about/ is written someone who was in the communications field for sixteen years, before they’d had enough and left. She chose to live in a small town in a remote part of the country to mend her brain and currently owns an online fabric and crafts shop, a used bookshop that works through Amazon, and an online record store which provides the time and energy to raise a son.  Really interesting blog. Dalindcy at https://dalindcy.com is a freelance journalist and blogger. This is her personal blog, where she writes thoughts, opinions, adventures and anything else that may strike her fancy. Recent posts are on the art of quitting (!), riding on trains (one of my favorite pastimes) and a review of the Bill Hodges trilogy by Stephen King. https://alliesopinions.wordpress.com/book-review-policy Allie is the mother of a two year old boy and a brand new daughter and is happily married to her best friend. She is a voracious reader, loves to learn new things the outdoors and and animals. She review books on multiple platforms including Amazon, Goodreads, Barnes and Noble, Twitter, Facebook,  The Indie View and of course her blog. She’s not taking any more books to review until spring because of a backlog (imagine that) but keep her in mind and visit her blog! https://buildingtheloveshack.com/ is a blog by Lacie Sheldon Winters. She lives in Hamilton, Ontario, and is a nurse specializing in geriatrics and dementia. She is also studying psychology and writing and has two grown children.  It’s about the journey of building her Love Shack, but it’s also about cottage life. She is presently finishing her first book. Visit her blog and give her some encouragement! https://riocorbett.wordpress.com This is a blog by and for young women. The author writes about her world manly food, fashion, health, beauty, and reviews. This is an eye-catching blog – check it out! Noelle Martin at https://contemporarywomen.org writes social comments, stories and opinions exploring a wide range of issues affecting contemporary women in society: politics, race, pop culture, feminism, and many other things of interest. Every woman will find something there! Freeman at https://worldtruthssite.wordpress.com blogs about social and political parts of the world to allow people to connect. The posts are about what is happening currently in Afghanistan and are well worth reading since it is an inside view. With my son deploying yet again to this corner of the world in a few months, I found the content to be very pertinent. https://saurabhtrikha88.wordpress.com  This is a poet’s blog. In the words of the author “I have tried to pen down a few poems mostly on occasions when I was in need of motivation.” I think the poems are motivating for the reader as well. 0 0

I saw this post late last week and asked the author if I could repost it on my blog. He graciously agreed. Bjorn Andreas Bull-Hansen ( https://bull-hansen.com ) s a Norwegian author and screenwriter of 16 epic novels, including The Tyr Trilogy and The Anubis Trilogy. Continuing a tradition forged centuries ago by his Viking ancestors, Bull-Hansen is a traditional Viking skald, sharing the history and mythology of Norse culture. Like skalds of old, Bull-Hansen conveys Viking culture – his culture – to the people of a new generation. I have been fascinated by some of his posts. This one really resonated, probably because of all the times I’ve been told “You can’t do that.”  I know you will enjoy it. ****** I often say that any fool can be a critic, but only a few, rare individuals have the talent and perseverance to become creative artists. Also, I am astonished by the fact that so many people believe that professional artists actually care about what those critics think. Let me tell you a secret: Many of us, me among them, don’t. And no, it’s not because we’re arrogant. It is simply because of that mechanism that you’ll find in any sensible creative artist of some experience: We learn to ignore negative feedback. The most common sort of negative feedback is what I choose to call «loser branding». I have encountered this quite often up through the years and it goes far beyond my artistic and professional life. I believe loser branding is extremely widespread in Norway — far more than in other European countries. We even have a name for it: The Jante Law. Norwegian society loves the mediocre man or woman who experiences success, while the hard working and the genius are generally shunned. Loser branding is the way to deal with those who will not accept their place in the social hierarchy, and it’s all about telling you that whatever you’re trying to do, you won’t make it. You can find the rest of this post at: “You won’t make it.” 0 0

Today is October 16, and I put in 40 laps of our pool (which is pretty long) and am looking forward to another couple of weeks of swimming.  The pool is ostensibly heated but the heater went out for about a week and the temperature of the water dropped from around 80 to 68oF.  We got the dang thing working again and today the temperature was up to 70. Nirvana. Most of my friends can’t understand how I can swim in such old water, but you just have to consider where I swam growing up. My family belonged to the Eel River Beach Club in Plymouth, MA (it’s still there) and the pool at the club was salt water.  A huge pump used to draw water from the end of a long pipe that extended out into the ocean (actually Massachusetts Bay) to fill the pool. The average temperature of the water in MA Bay is in the low to mid-60s in the summer, so when that pool filled it was cold. It warmed up with use but was drained and refilled regularly. This is what it looks like today – a lot bigger with no high dive but the pump house (blue top) is still there. The beach in front of the club was where most of the adults who weren’t playing tennis or watching kids would go, because the pool was always a storm of activity: swimming and diving lessons, practices for meets, and of course the rough and tumble games of Hill Dill or Corner Tag. This is a picture of my cousin Peter and me in the pool – I was probably 10? I would occasionally go down to the beach (on the other side of those cars) with my Mom and take a dip there. Every day like clockwork, an elderly, very fit man who lived on Manter’s Point overlooking the beach, would come down with a thermometer and tell us the water temp. I swear it was frequently in the 50s, and even when it was warmer, it was usually only the top four inches or so. The minute you dropped below the top layer, you froze. Our idea of a swim was to run into the water, get wet, then stay in either swimming or just moving around until you couldn’t feel your skin. Then you ran out and lay on a towel in the sun, reveling in the warmth. So cold water is not much of a challenge for me. I usually quit swimming when the pool gets to 60 (November) and get back in in March or April when it warms up to 60. The four months in between are dark days for me – no swimming. I can’t stand overheated, over-chlorinated gym pools where you get run over in the lap lane, although I have been driven to a few water aerobics classes just to enjoy being in the water. Cold water is denser and will sink in warmer water, which is why the ocean is colder on the bottom. I swear swimming in cold water takes more energy, too, but it could be a figment of my imagination. The coldest water I have ever been in? Off the coast of Maine on Memorial Day. The water there averages 47-51 degrees and my Dad bet me a dollar I wouldn’t go in. I absolutely did but came out in the same motion. And there you have it: why I swim in cold water! PS We have a hot tub in which I can warm up in afterward. 0 0

I’m finally back in the groove – cold over although another sore throat coming on… https://badpagesblog.wordpress.com is written by a Portuguese girl with a passion for reading and random moments. She posts poetry (Auden, Poe) and beautiful paintings – so her blog is a feast for the eye, the ear and the mind. This blog deserves a visit! Belroxi at https://dlistdiaries.wordpress.com posts about online dating and in her words the douchbags who dumped her. I think her humorous posts will resonate with a lot of young women. Sign up for some sympathy. https://thehappybookcom.wordpress.com is a brand new blog began in September. The author is Shivani Gupta and she is a post graduate. She wanted to start a blog because she’s  read so many things about  life ,fine life and high life .. but in reality she believes in normal people having normal life enjoying their life with simplicity and finds happiness in that.  I like anything with the word ‘happy.’ https://coolfurbabies.wordpress.com s about – you guessed it – pets with fur. The pictures are so cute – you can definitely get your aawww factor with this blog My favorite is the tiny hedgehog one. Couldn’t stop admiring the little fellow. https://overdosingnews.wordpress.com is a blog site for news about China. I was particularly taken with the post about the report that over 1,300 elderly Chinese people go missing every single day and an average of 500,000 per year. The blog talks about government population policy and asks where they have gone.  Very provocative. https://rothpoetry.wordpress.com Dwight Roth is the author of this blog and is now retired from teaching elementary school in Eastern North Carolina – near me! He spends his time painting and writing and he has self-published several books on Amazon Kindle. He writes about music, literature and art but always with poetry – a perfect blog for all you poets out there. http://saharafoley.com/ Sarah is an indie author who began writing after the death of her husband. Her books are urban fantasy, paranormal adventures, with even a smidgen of horror, and she’s offering free books! Go to her blog – I know there are people out there who love, love this genre. The author of https://readersofthelostarc.wordpress.com (what a great blog title) writes weekly reviews on movies, books, and graphic novels. Recent reviews include Deepwater Horizon, The Magnificent Seven, and Ghost Busters to name a few. I am always looking for reviews before I pay my money to see a film in a theatre, so this blog is great. The author includes trivia on each movie,too! Alyssa Davies at https://alyssaadavies.wordpress.com is 22 years old and currently a law student in Northern Virginia. She has a pet bunny named Gravy and she likes to write about whatever comes to mind whenever it comes to mind. Recent posts include ones on makeup, an introduction to the awesome Gravy, a trip to NYC, and a memorial for a friend who recently died. Interesting and very compelling, especially for younger bloggers. And three odd ones: https://paramountgroupblog.wordpress.com/ Paramount Group is a young and contemporary real estate company in New Delhi with an objective to create industry milestones. It has already established itself amongst leaders for quality and style. NO idea why the follow??? jenmou is someone following me, but since I received only a gravitar and couldn’t find a blog, I can’t do a shout out. francislinbloghttps://dominantdisplay.com/ The author is a student at Kenyatta University but unfortunately all I have is the gravatar, although I looked for the blog. 0 0

Poison Bay tells the story of a wilderness hike turned dark and deadly. Eight friends from high school embark on a trek into New Zealand’s most forbidding wilderness. All of the trekkers have something from their past to hide, related to the suicide of another classmate, Liana, in front of them at an end-of-high-school party. Each of them has a guilty conscience from their relationship with Liana. Their leader, Bryan, now lives in New Zealand, and has become an experienced trekker, orienteer, and survivalist. Bryan talks his classmates into joining him on the trek as a reunion celebration, a way to reconnect and work through Liana’s death. Bryan also tells them their expedition would establish an alternative to the famed Milford Track in Fiordland National Park. To ensure their participation, he pays for all their equipment and food. He then proceeds to take his classmates on a trek through unplotted and challenging wilderness at a brutal pace. By the time the classmates realize the sinister purpose of the trip, they are hopelessly lost and missing emergency communication equipment.  Have they learned enough from the trek so far to survive and find their way back? The author clearly has hiking experience in this park and has done a lot of research to make her story realistic. I felt myself trekking with them. I wish I could feel the characters as well. I wondered what they’d all been doing for the previous ten years (with the exception of Bryon and Callie) and they were rather two-dimensional, without character or dialogue quirks except for Rachel’s diabetes and Sharon’s lack of athleticism. There were long pages of dialogue I was tempted skip. I also could not fathom why the group would surrender themselves so willingly to Bryan’s tyrannical leadership and not question where he was taking them a day or two into the hike. Offsetting this were the challenges to the group’s finding their way out of the park – food, mudslides, avalanches, snow and torrents of rain. Plus a lot of surprises, all plotted in the darkness of Bryan’s need for personal revenge on each of his classmates. Three characters in the group searching for the trekkers – Sgt. Hubble and his trusted deputy, Tom Ganton, and Rachel’s mother – have more depth, and there are surprises in this side of the story as well. This is the author’s first mystery novel. Despite its shortcomings, I was compelled to read it to the end, pushed by the scenery, surprises, and tension of the trek. About the author Belinda Pollard is an award-winning Australian mystery author and former journalist who loves animals and wilderness. She loves mountain hiking despite bad knees and a fear of heights, and trekked the Milford Track as research for her Poison Bay, which was awarded a Varuna Fellowship and an IPPY Silver Medal. A specialist book editor since 1995 and a publishing consultant since 2001, Belinda has steered upwards of 60 books to publication, initially for traditional publishers, and more recently also for start-ups and self-publishers. Belinda lives in Brisbane, Queensland where she undertakes ball-throwing duties for a red dog named Rufus, and turns on the air-conditioning so she can dream of snow. You can find her on her two blogs: Write & Publish Like a Pro at www.smallbluedog.com Real Life on a Beautiful Planet at www.belindapollard.com. On Twitter: @Belinda_Pollard On Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pollard.belinda?fref=ts Poison Bay is on Amazon: 0 0

Today is Sally Cronin’s blog’s third anniversary party and we’ve all been invited. Sally is well known in the blogosphere for her posts on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life Blog with a view – on books, music, humour and health Here are just a few of the things this energetic woman does: She’s a writer herself and has serialized some of her books for our delight. She has tons of sound health and nutrition advice . She sponsors other authors with guest posts and book reviews. She advertises our books through her Café and Bookstore. She sends us humor in words, pictures and videos to give our days a smile and a chuckle. And best of all, she shares her life with us!      Happy anniversary, Sally. I don’t know a more generous blogger. To celebrate, I’m offering a free (real) copy of my third book as a present to someone she chooses, and I will mail it anywhere. Wishing everyone attending balloons, streamers, and party hats. Oh, and cake! 0 0