Dear Guy Selling Flowers,
Thank you so much for your kindness and your happiness. May it follow you wherever you go.
Love,
The frazzled librarian
Dear Guy Selling Flowers,
Thank you so much for your kindness and your happiness. May it follow you wherever you go.
Love,
The frazzled librarian
Outside is too cold.
Grab a book about lava
and come read with me.
Nothing is more scary and thrilling than traveling to a brand new place.
This week’s story comes from Em, a really rad lady I got the pleasure of becoming friends with a few years ago. She’s basically the one person on Facebook I haven’t wanted to toss across the internet–she’s amazing. Take a listen!
To listen or download this story, go to: http://www.wearestorymakers.com/post/127288484537/009
Noble Man is a fast paced thriller about a covert operative sent to the Philippines for one last mission. A diplomat’s daughter is missing and Jake Noble has no choice but to find her and bring her home. Noble’s troubles mount as he gets closer to the truth and the only thing more enjoyable than his clever response to each new problem is the book’s final showdown. This book ends with the type of cathartic gun battle you would normally expect from Hollywood blockbuster.
Miller has a keen eye for detail. He paints vivid pictures with his words and makes you feel like you lived through every twist and gut wrenching turn of action. The lead character is a likable, complicated, real life hero, not a comic book superhero. Jake Noble pays homage to the hard boiled detectives of the 40’s and 50’s.
This narrative takes an unflinching look into the dark heart of human trafficking. It grabs hold and doesn’t let go until the very last page. It is a must read for thriller fans. Best of all, a portion of the profits are donated to the fight against sexual slavery. Pick up a copy today!
To get the book, visit: Noble Man
And don’t forget to check out William Miller’s blog at williammillerauthor.wordpress.com
Dear Chinese Soap Operas,
Why won’t you tell me your name so I can watch you secretly all the time when I’m not doing laundry?
Love,
The frustrated laundry-er who has no idea what the frak you’re saying
I come home to him
covered in dust and old words.
Leftovers from books.
I always wonder what people pray for.