The Kite Runner” by Khaled Hosseini

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The Kite Run­ner” by Khaled Hos­sei­ni — This is actu­al­ly a nov­el, but you would nev­er know it based on the his­tor­i­cal­ly accu­rate infor­ma­tion. The sto­ry cen­ters around a boy born and raised in Afghanistan in the ear­ly 1970’s and it’s affect on him through­out the Afghani wars with the Sovi­ets and then lat­er the tran­si­tion from a monar­chy to …

Devil In the White City” by Erik Larsen

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Dev­il In the White City” by Erik Larsen. Crazy true sto­ry about a cou­ple of dif­fer­ent rel­a­tive­ly promi­nent cit­i­zens of Chica­go around the turn of the cen­tu­ry and their vir­tu­al­ly par­al­lel mur­der­ous lives. It’s the sec­ond book I’ve read here by Larsen; I real­ly enjoyed both very much. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED (sent by Michelle Man­ning)  

The Man© by Bob Shallenberger

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Sweat trick­les beneath a black shirt, untucked, vin­tage, and well-worn for years with guests and sub­sti­tutes always beside the oth­er ones. Mag­net­ic beats echo long side by side, above at back, throb­bing tem­pos call out the mid­dle faith­ful, mics high log­ging each and every set. Crowds fil­ing and mov­ing to the rhyth­mic cadence of a dying man, voice brash and …

Served Up© By Bob Shallenberger

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Homes stripped from once proud fam­i­lies by gov­­ern­­ment-fund­ed, too-big-to-fail banks with cash reserves the size of third world regimes. Their futures ripped away with­out con­sid­er­a­tion or com­pas­sion, devoid of sup­port from mul­ti-termed elect­ed pen push­ers who live off their pain and mis­ery in their man­sions dis­count­ed by promis­es and favors, their mount­ing port­fo­lios of insid­er trades and equi­ty scraped off …

Solar Shacks© By Bob Shallenberger

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Hey you, Dis­con­nect­ed Glob­al Elite: they don’t need solar pan­els on their shacks! The sun won’t feed the bil­lion peo­ple who go to bed hun­gry every night, the mass­es of starv­ing chil­dren dying from con­t­a­m­i­na­tion, devoid of vac­ci­na­tions, treat­ment and sup­plies. Feed the chil­dren then redec­o­rate the neigh­bor­hood with your fan­cy giz­mos, your pre­cious over­priced gad­gets bolt­ed on the roofs …

The Silence of Stoke© By Bob Shallenberger

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The waves shim­mer under the fad­ing moon as the ocean starts its day just before its dawn. Glow­ing shades of turquoise, calm, bright and clear, with waves expand­ing, the sun climbs above the hori­zon beyond a palm-framed, post­­card-per­­fect island. No one around to enjoy nature’s majesty but dol­phins and a cou­ple sharks: not anoth­er surfer for hun­dreds of miles. Relaxed. …

No Body© By Bob Shallenberger

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Lime green zoot, striped thin, masked, vest flow­ing loose atop white sad­dles bony, shored at the base. Sil­ver chain spin­ning watch on end, broad brim rest­ing low on its gaunt brow, pal­try fea­tures gaz­ing, star­ing, smirk­ing, schem­ing as the unknow­ers look for a clue, a hint to solve the endur­ing mys­tery of the dead. by Bob Shal­len­berg­er

Shantaram” by Gregory David Roberts

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I received this book in April unex­pect­ed­ly from my mom’s friend who has lit­er­al­ly known me since birth. Although I was real­ly hon­ored that she took the time to write me and to send me a book, I was a fright­ened by its 932-page length, so much so that it took me more than four months to pick it up. …

Greatest Salesman in the World” by Og Mandino

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I was killing ten min­utes in the air con­di­tioned FPCY library when I came across this 120-page book. The title cap­tured my atten­tion so I picked it up, read the pre­lude and decid­ed to check it out. I didn’t actu­al­ly check it out, that’s not how we do it here — iron­i­cal­ly, we just take it and return it lat­er …

Rolling© By Bob Shallenberger

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Grav­el hides on the wind­ing asphalt as the curve looms inno­cent. Signs stream togeth­er, red and orange blur with­out warn­ing. Rub­ber clench­es, grasps, releas­es and repeats — eleven times. Tracks swirling behind, the strik­ing met­al skates in rhythm. Expert reflex­es turn to anx­ious pan­ic pro­vid­ing no relief or hope. End over end the rub­ber and steel bang. The tires touch …