A Second Chance
on May 02, 2011
When I started reading Second Chance, my first thought was “here we go, another cancer book, another life after death novel” Ho-hum I have read it all before. How is this book going to be any different?
It’s not. There are hundreds of books on the market regarding cancer patients, both who have survived, and those who lost their battle. Of those cancer patients that have survived, there are some who faced a near-death experience, but not all of them “saw” the other side.
Then, there are us readers. Those who believe that it is possible for someone to cross over, meet their maker, and then return. Others have nothing of the sort running around inside their brain.
Stories like “Second Chance” are really going to ask you whether or not you believe in situations such as these.
Before I go any further, I do not want there to be any confusion. We have all seen incidents in the past where fellow writers are seen chit-chatting on social media sites and their personal website and a few days later up pops a book review and someone has to make a comment regarding fellow writers doing such thing.
Yes, I know Nicole, the author. No, I do not know her personally. Meaning, I don’t hang out with her outside of the internet world. Although, I would. She seems really sweet and we seem to have a lot in common. Would I consider her a friend? Yes. A co-worker sums it up well too and fellow writer. Nicole is not asking me for a review. I made the choice to do it after I purchased my copy. I support my fellow writers and when she announced its launch, I knew I had to read the final product having followed along on the journey to submission. I saw others were passing along reviews and I thought it would be helpful to her if I did one as well.
I am not being paid. I am not being forced to be nice or to act like I like something. These thoughts and words are my own.
Now that these things are out of the way, I have to admit I am torn over this story.
While I loved the story itself, the characters, and the plot, I felt the story lacked a little something more. I know firsthand how hard it can be to say everything you want to say without overloading an ebook short story, but I wish there was more. Maybe not so much more length in plot but more depth or volume to the characters and story itself. I almost felt as if the author was playing it safe, and I know she is a much better writer than she is letting us see.
This has nothing to do with the story itself, or even grammar. I don’t want to scare anyone away from purchasing this book.
We meet Annabelle, losing her battle with cancer. There are her parents, the loving husband, and their children. I would have loved a bit more detail to the back stories provided and more in-depth detail to the current events. There were times I could sense what Annabelle was feeling, and the pain everyone else was going through, but little else. When I read a story, no matter how short or long, I want it descriptive so I can transfer myself into the world of the words I am reading. I want to touch, smell, and even taste whatever is going in within the pages of the book.
(I hope that makes sense.)
Having said all of that, I do give Nicole 5 stars because the story is captivating and beautiful. It will pull at your heart (be sure to grab a tissue when you sit down to read), and I can see some people turning their life around after reading it. Life is too short. Don’t wait until you are handed your death sentence before you start making changes. Make your changes now.
I believe everyone deserves a Second Chance. Having watched so many people around me lose their battle with cancer, I can only wish one of them would have been given a second chance.
I am also thinking it would be nice to read about Annabelle and what she does with her second chance in life.
I really recommend this book to anyone, not just those who are connected to cancer somehow, but to everyone because there are lessons to be learned from stories like this.
Temperature: Dead and Rising
on June 05, 2011
At first I was a little leery of reading a book that had so much going on. I am glad I actually took the time to sit down and absorb it. This is not your typical Dawn of the Dead zombie movie, there is a bit of a twist. Comical in nature, the book takes on the feel of the DD counterpart, Shaun of the Dead. It is not dense and that over the top, so you can stop right there with that thinking. SD defiantly is a preference of taste. A creepy sarcastic comedy. Is there such a genre? If not, there is now. The book opens in a morgue, with Sally. Although we know from the descriptions where she is, or where some of us might think she is, Sally doesn’t seem to really understand the full effect as to what has happened. She is cold, nude, and has no memory of event that led her into the box of steel. Bo has come to rescue her, and let it be known she is going through an Awakening for the undead. While trying to grasp the concept that others are not extremely happy with her presence, Sally is forced to deal with being undead, and never being able to go home or be seen my friends and family. She was in a terrible car accident with her friends, who were all killed, just as Sally was. The rival clan, The Church, want Sally. They want to dominate her to use her powers to control the world of the undead. Sally has been given a gift. The powers that be have chosen her to be the one given the magical gift to raise the dead (known as a Slaver). Once they rise, she has total control over them. This is a huge responsibility for someone brand new to the world of the undead. It touches on some comedy within the horror of the undead storyline. Imagine finding out your dead, but not. You have to change your appearance, your life, the food you eat and the clothing you wear. Bo left her to take care of things on her own, along with a bag of money. So what is the one thing a woman will do first? Shop. Off to the drug store for basic necessitates. Deodorant? Yes. Toothpaste. Check. Tampons? Oh, crap. Why would she need those? Who has time to think about these things when an army of undead are chasing after you? You are just going to have to read this story to find out.
on June 22, 2011
I am a huge fan of “dear diary” type stories. When I first decided to take on this book review, I had read a few paragraphs of the story and started to dread it. What else could someone possibly say about the life of a drug deal who has obviously cracked? I put the Nook aside and decided to save it for another day.
Having said it before, I will always give a book my best shot. No matter how much it does not entertain me I will at least try especially when the author contacted me for a review. Once I finished up school for the summer, I decided to give it a go. I scanned back through the first chapter to refresh my memory.
I then sat up the whole night finishing the book.
Meet Adiran, messed up druggie extraordinaire. Typical, and yes, rather cliché. But how else can you describe the main character from a drug addicted novella? You wanted to love Adiran, but you hated him for messing up his life. You wanted him to be loved, to have love, and get out of this train wreck of a life he was living. You wanted to know he was going to clean up his life.
That doesn’t happen. There is no fairytale love story hidden within these pages. Instead, the pages are littered with drug use, drug deals, sex, crimes, and death. After death, there is revenge which does nothing more than create more death and an ending that leaves your ripping out your hair, screaming “I WANT MORE!” It can possibly end just like that. What happened to……
You will get sucked in. You will find yourself full of emotions and right when you think you have the story all figured out…………..it ends.
I am thrilled with the emotional roller coaster ride Silvano Williams took me on. Now I sit here, pounding away at the keyboard wondering….will there be more? When can I find out what happens to Adiran? Do the police catch up with him? Does he overdose? Spend the rest of his life in prison?
Or, maybe he falls in love while on the run and heads to Mexico….
Hey, a girl can dream (or in this case make up the ending to a story not written)