An interesting and thoughtful review of Jerry Gerold’s “Faith Lost”…a truly unique story.
Today is my stop on the blog tour for Faith Lost. I have an excerpt and I was able to review the book as well. Let me know what you think in the comments.
By Jerry Gerold
Genre: Suspense, Thriller
Benjamin Bracket, owner of pawn shop that specializes in vintage movie memorabilia has no idea his life is about to be turned upside down the day a mysteriously familiar woman walks through the door of his pawn shop wanting to sell a gun, or more precisely simply get rid of it.
The instantaneous attraction between Ben and Faith results in a whirlwind romance that has Ben’s friend and employee Veronica concerned that her big-hearted boss is being played. Seeing a losing battle in attempting to caution her friend, she steps back and plays along while watching to see if this woman is truly what she…
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Check out Jerry Gerold’s interview about Faith Lost today on The Author’s Show. A contemporary fiction about “faith, love, and history.”
Another wonderful 5 star review for The Weight of Living!!
New 5-star Goodreads review of “The Weight of Living:” “What a great read! A complex plot in a gloomy setting with characters honed to perfection. Detective Frank Nagler is one of those characters that could be real; intuitive, dedicated, but with baggage and a soft spot. My kind of guy. I’m not usually drawn into a story like I was this one. I finished the book in record time.” Thanks, Marc Cullison.
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This was so much fun to read!
The woman in the story. I don’t know. I haven’t named her yet.
How are we supposed to like her if she hasn’t got a name?
How do you know you’re supposed to like her? Maybe she’s a thief.
Is she going to be a thief?
Possibly. Maybe I want to save that detail as a surprise to the reader.
Readers don’t like surprises.
That’s a weird spelling.
No. Too Marilyn Monroe-ish.
You’ll need a male character who looks like Clark Gable.
I’m not writing a 1950s black-and-white movie.
Oh, how au currant.
Could I just write something?!
Sure. Go head. We’ll wait.
Alright. “She banged her head…”
“George banged her head on the locked front door glass when she realized she had left her…
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It’s done. The fourth Frank Nagler Mystery, called “The Red Hand.”
It’s done as much as it can be before going through an editing process and revisions, and all the stuff that follows the suspected completion of a book.
Before I describe the book, I would like to note the real life loss of one of the popular settings in the stories, Barry’s, a restaurant in Dover, N.J.
The real Barry’s was one of numerous businesses destroyed in a terrible fire this week. The fire, apparently fueled by natural gas, destroyed a block of businesses and apartments in Dover’s historic downtown.
It’s a terrible loss, homes, jobs and futures. Agencies are working hard to help those who suffered these losses.
Barry’s was the kind of place that every downtown needs, fast, loud, filled with stories. As a newspaper reporter working in Dover for eight years, it was a place for…
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Insights into Detective Frank Nagler’s relationship with his wife Martha.
“Do you remember the first time we came here?” Martha asked as she picked another rose, this one freshly petaled, and inhaled its soft scent. Then she offered it to him, and he buried his nose in the flower before kissing her hand.
“It was seventh grade, after you played Juliet, opposite, what was his name?”
“Bennie Garza,” she smiled. “Bennie, Bennie, where for art thou, Bennie? He was always trying to tongue me when we kissed. But I had braces, and he’d jam his tongue against them. I almost laughed in the death scene.”
She threw an arm across her breasts. “I pointed at you in the front row when I said, ‘Where for art thou, Romeo.’”
“I remember. I felt there wasn’t anyone else in that auditorium but you and me.”
He leaned over to kiss her, but stopped and pulled down her lower lip. “Nope. No braces.”
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Check out this interview with Imzadi Publishing’s author Marc Cullison, author of The Other Vietnam War.
“Outside, a steady rain washed away all other sounds; just the splash of water on asphalt and cement, tapping on roof tops and drumming metal car roofs; a perfect wall behind which to hide.
We walk through this wreckage, seeking what does not exist: wholeness. This is the weight of what we are, he thought. The weight of living.
A few cabs and delivery trucks splashed through the streets left damaged by winter’s wrath. Walking again. I wish I could walk this all away. What did Del say the other day: You see how deep the poison goes, how strong is the wrong in what they doin’.”
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