Book Review + Mae West

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Wow, I’d love to walk through there!

5.0 out of 5 stars Couldn’t Put This Down!!!,January 19, 2012
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I absolutely LOVED this book. I got it for my Kindle and I just couldn’t put it down. For a first book this was well-written and brutally honest, which I really appreciated. I did not want this book to end, but after all the author had gone through, I couldn’t imagine one more bad event in her life. For someone who is struggling with sobriety this is an excellent account because, for me at least, there is so much I could relate to. I found myself cheering for the author every time she entered another treatment center, but even when she relapsed I sympathized with her because I know what it’s like. Yes, she had quite an attitude, but look at the reasons: she arrived to treatment nearly every time extremely intoxicated and not very happy about being there. Too add more to it, I really think that she was feeling very beaten down and deeply disappointed in herself and was afraid of another failure. I loved the fact that she never gave up on herself in the end.
I highly recommend this to anyone going through recovery or any friends or family of an addict!

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Thanks, Black Belt Mom!

Quote of the day:   Between two evils, I generally like to pick the one I never tried before. ~ Mae West

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My favorite US city + Faulkner

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Seattle snow – looks awesome!

 

A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others. -William Faulkner, novelist (1897-1962)

Ghostwriting + Michaelangelo

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I never imagined that ghostwriting, writing for someone who is the named author, might be part of my future.  Well guess what showed up the other day…?  I’ve been hired to write someone’s memoir! Admittedly, I was very surprised by the idea at first.  This is a big deal!  It’s a huge project.   In celebration I offer an awesome picture (look at his little toes!) and quote.  Enjoy!

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. ~ Michelangelo

Shameless. :-) Okay – Cool Pic & Quote too…

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Sandra K rated it 4 of 5 stars ·

Exhausted.
Saturation, exhausted me. 

I’m not a reader that will read a book just to finish it. If the book does not interest me, if it is poorly written, I won’t continue.
Saturation took up a lot of my time and simply because the author’s life spread before me with such surgical, calculated pain; the book was fascinating I could not look away.
The author did not ramble and almost had a third party, journalistic view point of her life. I found myself thinking about the book when I was not reading it – a good sign. I found myself when I was finished sort of wrung out, as if I had run a long race. I can still feel that rubbery sort of numbness in my limbs thinking about the author’s life – completely saturated.
This is not light reading and it is not for the faint of heart. You will find yourself enraged and walking away – telling yourself you won’t pick up that **** book again. You will go back to it – you are compelled to go back to the book.
If you have a family member who is on the self-destruct road of alcoholism and you are searching for answers perhaps this book will help – it did not help me in that capacity. I was not searching for a connection or guidance, I wanted to read the book as an objective human being – I did not stay objective, I became emotionally involved.
I felt myself arguing with her decisions and questioning her complaints and pulling her away from her addictions. Then I realized – hey, I would be part of the problem too. I realized that as the book ended.
Again, I need to go back to that “exhausted,” feeling. As the book concludes and I realize that her journey was one of self-discovery and that wanting her to be sober was not enough – even her desire to be sober was not enough, she needed to deal with why she drank not how to get beyond drinking.
We’ve all heard that an addicted person needs to meet rock bottom, an addicted person needs to want sobriety. I realized when I completed the book that I had been wrestling with this author all through her words – she allowed me to enter her world. She did not come out, words blazing telling me to back off; she showed me my own controlling desires I never realized. That’s what a good book does – enlightens the reader. It was like grabbing the wheel during a high-speed chase and understanding you can’t drive from the passenger side.
Ms Place, I appreciate your work, your diligence and I would recommend and am recommending your writing. Thanks for your insight and best of luck.

 
 
Diligence is the mother of good fortune, and idleness, its opposite, never brought a man to the goal of any of his best wishes.
Miguel de Cervantes

Most Recent Review of Saturation on Goodreads.Com

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Teresa‘s review

Oct 21, 11
 
5 of 5 stars
Read in October, 2011

 

Personal recollection of authors struggle with addiction and what its like from a first hand account of struggling through the battle of recovery and relapse. The struggles to fight the itch to keep going and not to keep letting that itch be scratched as the author describes it best. i really liked the authors description of what addiction is and the battle is to fight it day in and day it. Her description was amazing. I am sorry she had such struggles though it has mad her who she is today and without those struggles she would not be that person. I am happy she has accomplished her goal of writing a book and hope that she continues on her journey in recovery and becomes whoever and whatever she dreams of being. i also am glad her dad was able to eventually understand more than what he understood in the beginning as sometimes it is so hard for people on the outside to understand addiction. Jennifer you are a strong women and I hope you continue to be who you want to be. You did a great job writing this and inspire me as you wanted something and set the goal and though struggled to obtain it you made it. Thanks for allowing me to receive this book through smashwords.
 
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Thanks Teresa!

The Future Is… + Rumi

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The eBook version of my memoir, Saturation, is now available for $4.99 for almost all eReaders.   I’d originally listed it for $7.99.  The first 40% is free for both the paperback and eBook versions.    For the eBook version go here: Smashwords.com or to your eReader bookstore.  For the paperback version contact me here or email Nefarioustwinkle@yahoo.com

The Breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.  Don’t go back to sleep. ~ Rumi

I Shrunk It – Large

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Hi everyone!  Okay, for those of you not in the know (and those in the know who haven’t ordered a copy) I’ve written my memoir detailing  my experiences of late stage alcoholism, two arrests by my new husband of three months and my subsequent adventures through and between five inpatient treatment centers for alcohol abuse.  My story is raw, a tad heavy, funny at times and very blunt.  If you’re interested in addiction, have an addict in your life (or know one) or are simply interested in a good read – keep reading.

My paperback sells for $16.99 plus $3.59 shipping on createspace.com.   In about ten days or so I should be receiving a large shipment and I’m offering to sell (and sign one if you’re interested) a copy for $12.99 – including shipping. I’ve decided to provide 15 books at this sales price.  Let me know if you’re interested.  :) Please – no more than two copies per order.

In the upper right corner of this webpage you’ll find two links: Reader Reviews At Amazon and Reader Reviews At Goodreads.  Take a peek.  :)

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Chapter 1.  Busted – Again: An Introduction

When the police arrived I didn’t wait for them to come into the house. I gave Dick a five-minute head start while I smoked a cigarette and finished my drink. Then I walked outside barefoot with my cell phone and introduced myself to the four police officers standing with Dick next to the gate at the end of our driveway. I wouldn’t see the inside of our house again for another month.

As far as I was concerned I was being rescued. I was being rescued from Dick and I was being rescued from the part of me that reaches for alcohol. I was a puppet to my compulsion to drink and by living with Dick I was permitting them both, inviting Dick and alcohol to destroy me. I was a tragedy for it. I was well aware of the irony in feeling that I was escaping something monumental as I sat handcuffed in the back of a police car on my way to jail for the second time in just over a month. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, my alcohol- induced anesthesia prevented me from fearing my destination. I had absolutely no idea what I was about to go through. I’d spent only nine hours in the tank the first time Dick had me arrested five weeks earlier.

Had I known what I was in for this time I most certainly wouldn’t have been so appreciative for the escort.

I sat comfortably in the back seat of the police car, Indian style, and cracked the knuckles in my toes. I remembered that some police cars have a little plastic wall that divides the front and back seats. This car had a metal fence divider that I decided was more personable and intimate.

I studied my handcuffs as we drove away. They were heavy and cumbersome, which made dialing and holding my cell phone awkward. Calling Dad was no easy feat, but I managed.

“Hello?” He answered on the first ring.

“Hey, Dad! I’m in a cop car! Dick just had me arrested. Again! We’re going to jail!” I said, enthusiastically.

“Who’s we?” He asked. I noticed he didn’t sound very surprised.

“Us. The cops and me. We’re all in the car. Together. We’re driving.  Just a sec.”

“We’re going to jail, right?” I asked the cops.

“Yep. We’re going to jail. “One of them answered.

“Dad? Yeah. We’re going to jail.”

“Jenny, Dick just called me.”

“He did? But I just got in the car. We aren’t even out of our neighborhood, yet.”

“He called me as soon as you guys drove off.” Dad explained.

“But it’s almost 2 a.m. there. Weren’t you asleep?”

“Yes.”

For a moment my alcoholic anesthesia lost its potency and I had to corral a small army of hostile emotions into my throat so I could swallow them.

Dick called my dad before me! That asshole! Why hadn’t he called someone in his own fucking family?

“You need to hang up your phone now.” One of the cops said.

“I’m talking to my dad.” I explained.

“I know you are. I can hear you. But I’m not supposed to let you use your phone. You can call your dad when we get downtown.”

“Oh yeah? Okay.” I didn’t want him to get in trouble.

“Dad? The cop says I have to hang up now, I’ll call you later.”

“Okay. Hang in there. Call me when you can.”

(To be continued)

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