Full Black-- A book review

We were honored, last night, to have New York Times, bestselling author, Brad Thor come in for booksigning. He is promoting his newest release, Full Black, a fast-paced thriller in the continuing adventures of Scot Harvath.

Not my preferred genre, this military/political thriller has the page-turning, heart-stopping, edge-of-your-seat tension down to an art.

For anyone with a penchant for espionage, global threats, or the American good-guy triumphing over International evils, this is a must-read.

For anyone looking for a slower-paced, character-centric piece, you may want to give this a pass.

This is only the second Brad Thor book I've ever read, so I don't profess to be an expert on his material. Though of the two, I believe Full Black was better written. Thor did allow the reader to see a wider range of emotions from his main character, Scot Harvath-- and I've heard, from Thor fans, the character arc in Full Black is more pronounced than any other Harvath book.

Scot Harvath is a Pro-American, Anti-Terrorism, Thriller-Reader's dream. He embodies everything that defines the American Hero-- the ability to thwart the plans for America's destruction, the need to ensure America's safety, the willingness to do whatever it takes (including all risks to personal safety) to secure the hazard-free future of millions of people he will never meet and who will never know what he has done.

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A to Z reflections....

Another A to Z challenge comes to an end--- another collection of posts and poetry have been written, another deep breath of relief is released. For my fellow bloggers that survived as well, it's another 'challenge-completed' notch carved into the writing desk. I've come to enjoy my yearly foray into the world of all things alphabetical. This was my third year, though it was only the second year I had a workable theme (which made the challenge substantially easier than the first year I attempted this challenge.) And, though my first year was difficult because my focus was so scattered, I found this year was more difficult because I lost the enthusiasm that came with the first year excitement----excitement which helped me plug along until the end of the challenge. Year 3 was a success in the sense that I completed the challenge, though, this was the year that almost wasn't---- Somewhere about a third of the way through the challenge, I seriously considered

A million lives, beneath a single sky.....

Though our feet leave different prints,our tongues sound different words, there's a mirrored rhythm in the beating of our hearts. Though born in different worlds, our eyes sharpened 'neath different moons, there's an unspoken truth in the warmth of our touch. We may walk in different strides and dream different dreams, we may speak in different voices, maybe swim in different streams. It's plain to see, when dark night falls, as all the stars shine through, that underneath it all, there's no difference 'tween me and you.

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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