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The Note
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Price: $0.99 USD. Words: 2,680. Language: English. Published: September 17, 2013. Category: Nonfiction » Biography » Other biographies
(5.00 from 15 reviews)
The Note is 15-20 minute read. This short story is a hilarious true story about a morning I was five hours late for work on a job I had just started as a 20 y/o kid. My best friend kept me out all night, and I must've turned the alram off. My brilliance thought if I got a doctor's note, everything would be fine. When I got to the hospital, though, ruht roht--see cover. Please rate after this read.
Drifting into Oblivion
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Price: $0.99 USD. Words: 9,780. Language: English. Published: March 7, 2012. Category: Nonfiction » Health, wellbeing, & medicine » Cancer
You're 39, just got married and everything looks bright until the sudden discovery of colon cancer. A first hand account of the events that follow written by Andrew Ian Dodge and his wife Kim Dodge. A percentage of the proceeds will go to Maine Cancer Foundation.
A Hot Time in the Cold War, Moscow 1967-68
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Price: $0.99 USD. Words: 16,180. Language: English. Published: November 24, 2014. Category: Nonfiction » History » Russian
(4.00 from 1 review)
The author describes what it was like living in the American Embassy in Moscow, USSR, from 1967-68 in the middle of the Cold War. He was a staff sergeant in the Defense Intelligence Agency who was also the part time editor of TWIM (This Week in Moscow) the only free press in the USSR.
Il sapore della madeleine
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Price: $0.99 USD. Words: 19,890. Language: Italian. Published: December 5, 2014. Category: Nonfiction » Biography » Literary biography
Alla ricerca del tempo perduto: in questo libro infinito, a mille livelli di seduzione (come la coscienza, come la memoria, come l’amore), riletto con stupore sempre rinnovato, mi chiedo se sia lecito cercare una tenera sfumatura di intimità: i cibi magici dell’infanzia e della giovinezza. Chiedo scusa a Marcel Proust se questo racconto può apparire banale .Io credo, tuttavia, che ne sorriderebbe.