FAITH’S ETERNAL SUNSHINE- BOOK REVIEW

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Name- Faith’s Eternal Sunshine

Author- Aashish Gupta

Genre- Fiction

Pages- 175

Format- ebook

Ratings- 3.5⭐/5⭐

Blurb

*** HOW LONG CAN YOU KEEP YOUR FAITH IF YOU WERE TRAPPED FOREVER? ***
Manjiri, a devout atheist, is meeting her friend Manu after 20 years. Their conversation soon turns into an argument over God’s existence, and its nature. What seemed to be a harmless debate becomes Manjiri’s worst nightmare when she is trapped by Manu in a cell. Are Manu’s intentions malign or is this some weird test of faith? Take a seat, buckle your belt, as you set yourself on the world’s most claustrophobic, yet enlightening, journey of Manjiri. Be prepared to see life in a radically different way with this bold, edge of the seat thriller.

My Review

The first thing this book deserves is appreciation for being absolutely unique. I have never read a book like this. The plot of the book is very innovative and skillfully constructed. The characters are well developed and well spoken. One can easily relate to them. The book is short. I devoured it in a single sitting. The language used is easy-going. The author has used the right words to beautify the story. The book is a roller coaster ride. It has both its ups and lows. The reader is kept in enough suspense to feel the right amount of tension like you feel at the peak of a roller coaster before coming down. The book also satisfies the reader in the end. The only thing that I felt disappointing was the arrangement of the book. It does become a bit messy for me at some places. Otherwise, the book is carefully written. It is full of philosophically great quotes some of which are included in this post. The title completely goes with the book. The cover is significant with the incidents in the book.

The book deals with the sensitive issues which questions one’s believes in multiple aspects. The book makes you think about relevancy of many things in your life. This book was worth reading for me. It can turn out as a slow paced book for beginners or people who specifically do not like reading non- fiction. I would recommend this book to anyone looking for a short read. If you are finding a book that is different from your usual fiction novels, this is the book for you.

Trigger Warning- This book contains scenes of sexual assault.

Quotes from the book

“Never accept defeat. Accept fatigue. And rest.”

“Only the mad knows the joy of madness.”

“You see, there is always something in nothingness- sometimes best of the treasures.”

“It was ironic how tears could express more happiness than a smile and how one could bury the darkest sorrow im the wells of laughter.”

“Lift the veil from what is hidden, Cover all that which glows and glistens See not what really happened, Find things that were waiting to happen Only then will you see the beauty of it all Disguised as troubles, the miracles so small.”

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INTRODUCING ONE VERY ODD TEACHER

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One Very Odd Teacher

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The humming noise got louder. Adam willed himself to focus. He had to finish his math test.
Suddenly, the noise became unbearable. He glanced up.
Mrs Murphy was inches away, leaning over another kid’s desk. Was the noise coming from her?
***
Every child remembers a teacher who was a little bizarre, prickly or ill-tempered. Some teachers, though, are very odd indeed, and warrant some closer attention…
This quirky chapter book will thrill kids who are adventurous, brave, and a little bit cheeky!

EXCERPT

After recess, Mrs Murphy handed out a math test. The day got immeasurably worse.
Adam dropped his head into his hands. He knew he was going to fail.
“During this test,” Mrs Murphy announced, “you’ll need to use the TrooCo pencils from your stationery packs. You aren’t allowed to help others, and you must keep your eyes on your own work. Anyone caught copying will get a zero on the test, and a visit to Principal Sharley.”
She moved closer to where Adam and Jennifer sat. She peered at Adam pointedly. “I don’t think I need to remind you that we will all be doing this silently.”
She handed out the tests and Adam searched in his pencil case for a TrooCo pencil. He found one just as the test slid onto his desk.
He glanced at the first page. It looked incomprehensible. He sighed, wrote his name at the top, and shot Jennifer a desperate look. She shrugged her shoulders, already a few questions in.
Adam stared at Question 1. It began with a picture of a donut.
A teacher needs to chop a donut into thirty pieces, the instructions said. Every child in the class should get the same-sized piece. Draw a diagram to show how it can be done.
Adam frowned. What sort of teacher gives each child one thirtieth of a donut? he thought.
He strummed his fingers on his chin, trying to figure out what he had to do, but a high-pitched hum was distracting him. Adam forced himself to ignore the noise and concentrate on his test.
Under Question 2, there were several identical cartoon socks. The question was about sorting them into groups of three. Who groups their socks in threes? Adam thought, rolling his eyes. They belong in pairs!
The high-pitched humming sound got louder. Adam willed himself to focus.
The answer to the sock problem was on the tip of his tongue when the humming became unbearable. He glanced up.
Mrs Murphy was inches away, leaning over another kid’s desk. Was the noise coming from her?
Adam frowned. Mrs Murphy shuffled over to another part of the room, and the humming faded. He looked over at Jennifer, trying to make eye contact. But Jennifer, diligent as always, was engrossed in the second page of the test.
He kept staring at Jennifer, hoping she’d feel his eyes on her and look up. All of a sudden, the humming sound became louder again, ringing in his ears like an angry mosquito.
Adam looked up. Mrs Murphy was standing right in front of him, her eyes fixed on his. The hum was deafening. “Keep your eyes on your own work, Adam,” she said. Adam nodded, gulped, and stared back down at his test, hoping she’d go away.
From that moment onwards, every time Adam glanced up from his test, Mrs Murphy was staring right at him. He tried as hard as he could to keep his eyes on his paper, but the noise was making it impossible to think. His score on this test was going to be abysmal.
Once the test was finally over, and Mrs Murphy had gathered up all the papers, he leant over to Jennifer. “Please tell me you heard that!” he whispered.
“Heard what?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. Her freckles jumped across her face.
“That noise, during the test. That weird humming.”
Jennifer shook her head. Melodramatically, she touched Adam’s forehead, checking for a fever. Adam rolled his eyes.
“I’m not going crazy,” he said. “I heard something. It was bizarre.”
“Sure you did,” said Jennifer, crossing her arms. “It’s lucky it’s nearly home time, kid. I think you need some rest.”

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About the Author

Robbie Yates is an author from Melbourne, Australia. He likes cocoa, cheeky poetry, and eating all of the red jellybeans before anybody else can get to them.
In his free time, Robbie likes to read ridiculous and wacky kids’ fiction. He also likes practical jokes and terrible puns.

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INTRODUCING THE WEEPING BOOKS OF BLINNEY LANE

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THE WEEPING BOOKS OF BLINNEY LANE

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Welcome to Blinney Lane, a historical Salem shopping district controlled by a witch’s curse.
Sarah Allister just wants a normal life running her bookstore and daydreaming about the handsome deliveryman. Contentment seems within reach, even if she has to deal with the daily phenomena that occur in her shop.

But when her spirited nephew shows up to spend the summer, all bets are off. Now Sarah must keep Ricky from discovering the curse of Blinney Lane and awakening its full power.

Will Ricky heed Sarah’s warnings? Or will he accidentally awaken the magical weeping books and send Sarah back to a land she swore to forget?

Get ready for a modern fairy tale that will sweep you away to lands beyond your imagination.

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About the Author

Drea Damara grew up in Illinois working on her family’s farm. Raised in a home of seven with only one television, she spent her free time reading and roaming the woods. She set writing aside to join the Army and later returned to the Middle East, conducting similar work as a civilian. Drea enjoys writing in multiple genres and is currently working on additional installments of her Blinney Lane series.

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INTRODUCING SONG FOR A LOST KINGDOM

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SONG FOR A LOST KINGDOM

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Music is not bound by time…
Adeena Stuart is a struggling cellist ready to give up on her dream of landing a spot with the National Arts Centre Orchestra. All that changes when she receives a musical score, lost for almost 300 years in a Scottish castle, sent by her dying grandmother.
When the score is played on the oldest surviving cello ever made in the UK, the music connects Adeena directly to the past as Katharine Carnegie, struggling to find words to complete her symphonic tour-de-force in the midst of 18th Century political rebellion that is tearing apart Scotland and England.

But Adeena is not a scientist or historian. What she wants more than anything is to create and compose. As she is buffeted back and forth between the past and present, she grows to want more of the past, even though the promise of her most yearned-for professional dream is coming true.
With a clear voice that sets us in modern day Ottawa and old world Scotland, Song for a Lost Kingdom, Book I, begins a journey of discovery between two women who share the same musical soul and love for the same doomed man.

EXCERPT

Scotland, 1746

KATHARINE’S ONLY CONCERN was for the new life taking hold in her womb. Only yesterday she had felt its first wondrous kick and now it stirred again, as his dirty fingers penetrated her roughly.
“Ahh,” the drunken Redcoat grunted. “Ye want it, don’t ya bitch?”
Katharine struggled to break free of his choking hold around her neck. But he only gripped tighter and pushed his thick fingers into her deeper. She felt another tiny kick in her belly as if in response to the gross violation.
“Stop!” she cried. “You’re hurting the baby!”
The soldier laughed and withdrew his fingers. “Yer traitor’s bastard?”
He kept one hand around her throat as he raised the other, showing her the filthy fingers that he had used so horribly inside of her. He brought them to her lips and her stomach wrenched.
“My brother’s coming.” She gathered all her strength into a warning glare.
He ignored the threat and shoved two foul fingers into her mouth, feeling around her tongue. “The Captain knows what you’ve done. And with who.” He paused a moment before retracting his fingers to her bottom lip, peeling it down as if he were examining an animal.
“Yer a strong wench. But I’ll no marry you, like he asked me to.” He let go of her and stood up. “I like your music, and I just want to ride you. My mate wants a turn too.” He started to unbutton his tunic and she knew she had to do something. Her mind was racing.
Her tone softened. “Can I undress first?”
He grinned, exposing his jagged brown teeth. “Yeah. Like ta see what I’m getting.” He sat down on the bed and began to remove his boots.
Katharine looked around to see where she had left her violoncello. She had brought it upstairs after tonight’s performance in the main hall of the Inn. Now it sat in the corner of the room and the bow lay on the table beside it, near a candle that provided the only light. She began to undress, a plan forming in her mind.
“Come over here wench,” the Redcoat called to her. He lay flat on the bed, his engorged organ standing at attention. “Get on me.”
She blew out the candle, gathered herself and walked slowly towards the man who waved his organ like a sword, grunting for her. The room was dark with only a faint moon outlining her shape. She came to the bedside, sickening herself with a faltering smile, displaying her bare breasts and crotch to him. As he reached to pull her on top of him, she took the bow from behind her back and in one swift movement, drove the end of it into his right eye.
He screamed in agony as she jumped away.
Katharine grabbed her dress off the floor, bolted out the door, down the stairs and out of Culloden House into the cold Scottish night.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

I have always been drawn to passion and creativity in all its forms. I am equally fascinated by the mechanics of the universe and the characters of history. I have a special affection for the power of music which I believe is the universal language of human emotion.

My writing journey started in journalism, public relations and advertising then continued into software development (yes that involves writing)! Recently I finished a screenplay and my first novel, and am now embarking on this a full-time career.

I grew up in London, Ontario and also lived in Pompano Beach, Florida as a teenager. I moved to Ottawa and attended Carleton University many years ago and now live just south of the city with my wife, daughter and four dogs with attitude.

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IN SERVITUDE: BOOK REVIEW

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Name- In Servitude

Author- Heleen Kist

Genre- Fiction/ Suspense

Pages- 241(ebook)

Ratings- 4🌟/5🌟

Review

I want to talk about the cover of this book first. The cover is so beautiful. I just loved it. This is a great debut novel by the author Heleen Kist. The plot of the book is well constructed and the language used is good. The twist and turns in the book are enjoyable. The book flows on varied themes and interests and it is really fast paced. The characters are well thought and carefully written out. It is an ideal book for anyone who is short on time to read because in very little time you will experience a whole new adventure.

About the Author

Heleen Kist is a Dutch quintilingual Stanford-educated globetrotting career woman who fell in love with a Scotsman and his country, and now writes about its (sometimes scary) people from her garden office in Glasgow. Trained at work to spot and prevent financial crime, she put this knowledge to good use for her debut novel, In Servitude.

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YATBTTHTM: BOOK REVIEW

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Sushil: A successful writer and an engineer from a middle-class family

Anjali: A gorgeous and smart girl. Anyone can fall in love at the first sight of her.

Aashish: Sushil’s best friend, who loves Anjali one-sided.

Anuradha: A journalism student and doing research on writer

Sushil Pandit is a mechanical engineer. He is also an author of two bestselling novels. Now, he has everything in life, except his love, Anjali. Love is a blissful and everyone has to experience it once in a lifetime. Love makes life lively and also give a reason to live. There was a time when these two lovebirds were an example of two bodies, one soul. But a turning point in their lives sets them apart, with their soul still united and strong. Experience a roller coaster of emotions in this story. Find out how Sushil changed into a successful person from an ordinary boy.

REVIEW

Name- You Are the best thing That Happened to Me

Author- Sushil Kumar Rana

Genre- Fiction/Romance/Coming of Age

Pages- 207

Ratings- 3⭐/5⭐

The starts when Sushil attends an award ceremony and on his way home he meets a journalist who is curious about his story. Sushil narrates the whole story to her. The story is a simple and sweet tale of two teenagers falling in love. The language is not complex and easy to follow. There are some errors in the book which might catch your attention. The descriptions of character and places in the book are very good. The plot is simple with a plot twist in the end ofcourse. The cover of the book is a beautiful one. The book is a quick read and I will recommend it to beginners and to anyone who reads light romance books.

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Sushil Kumar Rana is a Mechanical Engineer work in an MNC company in Odisha. He was born and brought up in Bolangir District, Odisha. He has contributed in Rainbow of Womanhood& “Twisted Tales” anthologies. He is the author of “In Search of Happiness ” anthology. Currently working on his second novel based on crime thriller. Apart from writing, reading and book reviewing, he is a music and movie geek. He currently resides in Sambhalpur District.

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INTRODUCING GOLDEN SKIES BY JUAN ZAPATA

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GOLDEN SKIES BY JUAN ZAPATA

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As a boy, Malik watched an army of religious zealots swarm his home town, slaughtering his people and running his beloved grandfather through with a black sword. Nine years later, Malik still believes there’s peace…somewhere. At least that’s what he tells himself as his body is ripped apart by whips at a conversion camp. That’s what his best friend whispers as he frantically creates new force technology and jetpacks to rescue Malik. Yet when war bursts through the skies and the sky troopers, assassins, and heroes fall, when the world comes crashing down, Malik Zzoha stands amidst the sands to lead a band of friends and revolutionaries to face his tyrannical, zealot father, determined to free the people he loves.

BOOK EXCERPT:

“Let her go!” I shrieked, attempting to leap forward. I doubled over in pain as the guards holding me struck me in the gut. Tears of anguish brimmed at my eyes. “I…won’t serve anyone!” I spat on the ground, screaming. “Safad isn’t a god! He’s nothing!”
The guards holding me suddenly let go, taken aback. Silence rang forth from the crowd and rapidly descended upon the entire square.
Mujadin looked at me, speechless.
“Safad isn’t holy! He’s a man who pisses and shits like everyone else. His laws are hogwash. You kill for nothing! You are nothing! You’re a liar, scum, a deceiver. All your life fighting for some sick charlatan!” I yelled, feeling blood rush to my face, popping out the veins on my throat and forehead.
I didn’t truly know if I believed what I was saying, but Kafed had echoed my own thoughts on the subject countless times; he believed that Safad wasn’t divine—that he’d tricked others with his ‘miracles’ to gain power and keep it. Everything that was happening was because of that narcissistic, deceiving man-god my father worshipped.
No one in the crowd moved or spoke. The soldiers around me leveled their weapons at my head. The penalty for denying Safad’s divinity was death. I tightened my fists. If this was to end in a hail of bullets, at least I’d diverted attention from those about to be executed, my sister, and Kafed.
Mujadin put up a trembling hand, ordering the men to hold their fire. A deadly whisper. “No. No. He will suffer.”
A short, quiet pause rang forth, then suddenly, I lost control of my body and fell to the concrete ground, pain exploding from every nerve. I’d been struck by stun weapons.
My vision blurred, light entering my pupils in bursts. For one second I saw my father’s stony face, the next the feet of guards, the crowd staring at me, the sea-green sky, my sister weeping on the ground, Kafed flanked by guards.
Soldiers grabbed each of my arms and hoisted me to my knees. Time seemed to slow as I got my bearings, blinking at the crowd, then the air was sliced in two, the sound of a whip whistling before it hit its mark.
Tongues of fire lit up my back, pulling a heinous scream from my throat. My muscles tightened like knots, fresh air eating away at my raw flesh. Red engulfed my vision, and the air thundered and rippled. Wapash! My forearms tensed, and I cried out, trembling. The flames returned again and again, one lash after the other, ceaseless. The sky darkened, and the blistering heat disappeared. My flesh shredded apart in lines, pulled off my muscles in crisscrossing patterns, my blood flowing out, dripping onto the stone. The leather gouged deep into me with each lick. I could hardly breathe.
My tear-filled eyes stared blankly to those below the platform and rested upon a man below me, just one of the many among thousands. White skin. Blond hair. A Northeasterner? My eyes widened at the woman beside him—fiery red locks flared out behind a scarlet mask. Piercing blue eyes drank me in. I expected hostility from them but found shock instead. Sympathy. Conflict within these foreigners. And then they were gone, replaced by black. A last shuddering breath, another crack, and darkness took me.

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Juan Zapata is a senior at Alabama A&M, expected to graduate December 2018. He majors in Criminal Justice and is a member of the AAMU Honors Program. Born in Mexico, Juan came to the United States at four years old. When he is not writing, Juan likes to play For Honor and pretend he’s a knight, laughing with happiness at his victories and nearly having aneurisms when defeated.

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