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I'm one of those people who has tried just about everything once. I have been a rodeo cowboy, scuba diver, a miner, and a farmer. I've worked around a lot of machinery, and when I am not writing I work on machinery for a living, very often in foreign countries. I like using my hands as much as my mind, and I love restoring old homes, working with wood, and just tinkering around my shop.
I was raised on a farm in the high mountain deserts of the Great Basin in Northern Nevada. I read a lot of books in my spare time growing up....a lot of books. This passion for reading has helped shape me into the person I am today and even though I have traveled widely, I value the discoveries I have made within the pages of books above all else.
I have always been fascinated by world history and cultural uniqueness, but I am equally interested in how we all fit together as a people, past and present. I have returned from Brazil recently, and it is in Brazil were I found inspiration for my latest project, The Last Confederado, as well as garnered several ideas for future projects.
Fresno Parker is not my given name by the way. My given name is not nearly as catchy, but it is my name and I am proud of it. You will see my real name on the copyright page of my books.
on Feb. 17, 2013 :
History, mystery, and action all rolled up together. The history is detailed and accurate, the mystery keeps you guessing at the many surprise turns, and the action keeps you reading. Well written and interesting. I'd recommend this to my many friends who have the same taste in books.
(reviewed within a week of purchase)
Christopher J. A. Saint Germain
on Feb. 10, 2013 :
A story of a boy whose father died in the war, and his strong Polish mother running a boarding house. I don't usually read fiction, but this story is so well written, I can barely wait to finish it.
Oskar reached into his uniform pocket and carefully removed a folded piece of thin paper. He handed it to Mother, who took it wordlessly.
“I had to write it but it is his words,” Oskar said. Before she could open it, Oskar began to speak again, his voice low and reverent, and Marek barely remembered to breathe as the man’s deep voice reached into him with his father’s words.
“Dearest Tekla, We have won. I know these words mean little to you considering what it has cost you and I, but there are some things worth fighting for and yes, sometimes dying for. Please don’t pine away, or work yourself to misery, or be angry at me. Marry another and live as God meant you to. I only want you to be happy and put this sadness behind. Love the boy and teach him to be kind and just, and in this way he will find happiness. I am not afraid, and my last thoughts are of your beautiful face and the love we have shared.”
(reviewed the day of purchase)