I’ve become accustom to the mundane life that is happening in COVID times, so when this book came into my pile I was expecting just another crime novel.
I WAS WRONG!
Thriller doesn’t fully encompass the adventure and suspense that comes from every page of this book.
I have a sweet spot for crime/mystery documentaries/series because they keep you so enthralled in the story better than any book I’ve read. Well that was until I read Operation Navajo. Anita Dickason’s extensive law enforcement background and unique skills comes through in her writing. The story is written with so much knowledge of crime that you could swear you were reading a non-fiction.
I feel if I were to tell you anything about the plot of the book it would just take away from the thrill and suspense you will have while reading it. I will tell you that FBI, Federal Reserve, WWII Navajo Code Talkers, and assassination are all in this book. Anymore and I could be giving away secret gems for you to uncover yourself in the book.
I grew up as a Jewish person in a Christian community, which meant I heard all the good holocaust jokes. And because being teased about what I believe in growing up wasn’t enough I went to a Christian university to top it off. While there coming out as a homosexual Jew increased the teasing and the jokes. Needless to say the long expose to negativity from Christians that surrounded me turned me off from interacting or associating with Christians.
But when the woman, who shoved your enormous head out of her 28 years ago, asks you to read something with an open mind…you do what she asks.
I was hesitant to dive into this book, but I sucked it up and dove head first in. I’m glad I did.
Julie Cull took her like experience and wisdom and spread it throughout the book. So many of the life events and experiences that the book’s character went through crosses over the religious divide placed throughout the world.
The ups and downs of transformative 30 years explained so many of the transformations that I’ve been through.
It turns out that no matter what your religion, sexual orientation, race, ethnicity, gender, or any other label that gets placed on you; that doesn’t stop you from having the same self-doubt, self-exploration, self-growth, and transformations that happens in other people’s lives.
For personal growth and understanding others check out Julie’s book and blog!
Short stories are an ADHD kids’ dream. I can’t count the amount of times I had to read a book in school and I didn’t finish it. How I passed English class I will never know. But if I had to take a test over theses 7 short stories, I would pass it (I read them all).
Tolu’ A. Akinyemi, I want to take this opportunity to thank you for trusting me with your works and thank you for allowing me to read such powerful stories. Akinyemi’s history of award winning poetry allows his stories to flow with grace and elegance, that few authors can accomplish.
Full of heart, trials and tribulations, and so much reality. Akinyemi shines a light on the day-to-day interactions that people have all over the world, through the stories of his culture and his people.
Before I read any of Akinyemi’s stories I knew very little of Nigeria or of it’s culture. The closest I ever got to Nigeria was dating an Ethiopian girl in college; so not close at all. After reading the stories I became more knowledgeable of Nigeria’s people, food, culture, clothing, and so much more.
You can take my word for how great Akinyemi’s writing is, or you can just get yourself your own copy of and truly immerse you self into Akinyemi’s work and passion.
As a lesbian I am not someone who worries about what a man has to offer me, but offer up Eddie Roark for me and I won’t turn him down. He’s a man of passion not just for the women in his life, but for his career.
The book is set in Texas and the realism that comes from Margaret Ferguson’s work makes me home sick. This page turner (or should I say this screen swiper) keeps you engaged and keeps you up at night, but in the good way of not being able to put it down.
Summary: Eddie Roark has his hands full… An ex-girlfriend, an ex-fiancé, and two ex-military armed to the teeth and determined to get some payback. Once again Eddie finds himself stuck on a mountain. Only his mountain is a restaurant and dozens of lives are at stake, including someone he cares about. Can he stave off the police and save the woman he loves, or will he be forced to sacrifice her life to save everyone else?
Grant-funded jobs make up a bulk of the social work career. Grants can last any length of time and be for any number of positions, services, or expertise. My job was one of those grant-funded jobs. Many agencies lose grants, but sometimes grants are long-lasting. My agency had been receiving a grant from the grant organization for almost a decade. They had three different grants that every year the agency would apply for and receive. This year was different. This year the grant never came. My agency reached out to the organization, and the organization stated they never received our grant application.
At this point, I should tell you that 99.9% of the high dollar grant funding organizations complete their grant applications through an online portal so you can watch the process of the application. The grant organization my agency went to was the .1%; they accept grant applications through emails. Safe, reliable, and secure? No.
Now my agency was not going to take it lying down. Our IT department checked and confirmed that the email with all three grant applications was sent and received to their email (aka did not bounce back). Head management went through the grievance process of the grant organization and continues to fight them. In the meantime, my agency couldn’t afford to pay the three positions’ salaries that were funded by the grant, which means that this Friday, after moving over 700 miles for the job, I will be considered unemployed. Great timing with everything right now, but it was not my agency’s fault.
However, this is not the end of my story with this agency. There is more to tell…
After 27.42 years of living in Texas, I moved out of the state. I moved to Kansas City, Missouri. I moved for my new job as a Relationship Advocate. What I really did was move for a girl.
Now I know I shouldn’t move for a girl, that I should have moved for the job and that it’s better to have the stability of the job over the love of a girl. I told myself that I moved for the job. Part of me did. I knew the job was a new experience; it’s a job that is nowhere else in the country. I mean Relationships Advocate; where else can you find a job title like that. My responsibility is to advocate for healthy relationships for youth in a local Kansas City, Missouri, homeless shelter. I left my current job for a better job; it was a win for me.
But damn it! I moved for her. I could not handle being 742 miles away from her anymore. I wanted to be 10 inches away from her. Now this move wasn’t a spur of the moment decision. We had talked about it for a while, and I had planned to wait until January 2020 to move to Kansas City. That way I could spend the holidays with my family. Unfortunately, fate had a different idea. With my grandfather’s death in November, my parents ended up staying in New Jersey and are not planning on coming back to Texas for a few more weeks. It was then that I decided to move out of Texas earlier than expected and start living my life in Missouri.
Today, I start the journey to the rest of my life. Let’s see what happens.
I grew up watching my grandfather take many roles; the goofy ball, the photographer, the mensch, the napper, the father, the disciplinarian, the bicyclist, the book aficionado, and countless others. A month ago, I visited him for what turned out to be the last time, but it was the first time we truly talked to one another. We talked about love and loss, triumph, and failure, but mostly we talked about our family name. From him, the Rosenblum name was passed to my father, who gave it to me, and one day I will pass it to my children. They will know the family history that comes from being a Rosenblum because my grandfather taught me what it meant to be part of the Rosenblum family. To the man facing his death that told everyone, “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina,” I will cry for you, but I will also laugh and live for you. Thank you, Grandpa.
My knowledge of dwarfs involved Snow White, and
as for ogres – there is Shrek! But this book made me see them in a whole new
light. It started out like a tale of the old past but then the author put in
some interesting characters. Cat-like creatures, a sword that I really need to
get and powerful dwarfs got the story moving at a quick pace, and before I knew
it, I was done reading. I was not sure if I would be a fan of fantasy but I was
and happy to found out there are two more. I can’t wait to see what happens