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A Capital Crime
Syndicated columnist and presidential nemesis Jack Dodd lies in a coma in a Washington, D.C. hospital, so close to death that a priest has already administered last rites. His parents and girlfriend, Barbara Connover, are gathered at his bedside, desperately trying to ignore the grotesque cadence of life support equipment that struggles to keep him alive. They can only pray. Less than a mile away, an embittered President not only battles a hostile Congress and an unrelenting press, he struggles with demons from his jaded past. Even the White House spin doctors cannot soothe the pain inflicted by a cast of talking heads more interested in ratings than truth and civility. There is a bunker men...
Fort Moody Blues
Fort Moody Blues is the poignant if somewhat irreverent tale of a small Oklahoma town back in the early 70’s, the simple folk who live there and their doggedness when forced to deal with pain and uncertainty. While Sheriff Cobb, Bobby Lee, Rhonda and Dwayne might drive the story, it actually revolves around others, particularly an abusive father and an old bluesman. The novel is a moving testimony to life in middle America. It explores the prevalent attitudes and the ways in which people interact in a small community when faced with hardship. The story is thought-provoking with just enough loose ends to make the novel satisfying, not contrived.
The Ditch Digger - The Life of J. Fletcher Creamer, III
Book Description Those of us who once ventured up to Palisades Amusement Park on a hot summer’s evening and passed through its brightly painted portal knew right away we were entering a different world. The uncertain feeling in the pit of our stomachs coupled with a flutter in our chests meant that life as we once knew it was about to change, at least for a while anyway. As we hurried along the bustling midway, heads turning, eyes flashing, nothing seemed quite real, as if everything was being viewed through a prism. The cacophony of sounds, the blinking lights and the suffocating smells were both offensive and seductive. The Cyclone roller coaster was scary but who cared. We stood in line...
