I was a fabulous baby. I could tell stories well into the night, pop a bottle, burp, and spin yarns until my diapers needed changing. Sure, I cried. I liked being held; who doesn’t? Anyway, I told of a boy in peril, not unlike my future brother running from my fists. I told of an angry lady with a gun. Gripping the bars of my crib, legs in a shaky stance, I’d bounce to the music of the 1960s—though, technically, it was still the 1950s. I knew the world was coming, my gurgles infused with meaning, ideas piled up until a good thump on the back sent them hurling between the covers of the books offered here. Bring a towel. Have a look.
By Leslie Rollins
The Man Dance
George Carveth: incredibly good-looking with a dazzling talent for dance, living in London in the ’60s. What could be better? American couple, Jack and Jill Stuart, bring him a chance at stardom and at love. But George discovered his dark side when he was too young. Torn between his past and his sanity, George must fight for balance and love.
It was in his tenth year when everything was taken away, when George realized he’d been a mostly happy child. Happy to chase Cloud, his favorite lamb, as she ran bleating around the farmer’s pen. Happy to run on steep, cobbled roads while summer tourists panted, fish-white and crowding the town, though Dad said they brought in money. Happy to skim into the cresting, salt-flecked sea on Uncle Dan’s fishing boat, out to where gray seals speared water off Godrevy Lighthouse. He was even happy in Aunt Tiffany’s art studio in the Warren where she painted her pears and empty bottles.
On a cloudy November Saturday, with the remains of Bonfire Night still scorched on the ridge, the house telephone rang like an alarm…
– The Man Dance
By Leslie Rollins
Confessions of a Good-time Girl
Lea hates thong underwear as much as she hates being middle-aged and fighting to stay relevant in her job. What strange freedom when she unexpectedly purchases a gun! It’s enough to make her consider an act of terrorism at her local Victoria’s Secret. Though she may need the help of her “he-moll,” the handsome 22-year old across the street.
Her shrink wants to help her, her mother wants her to get married, the neighborhood dope dealer wants to bed her and the girl across the street wants revenge for stealing her boyfriend.
But Lea and her gun have a different path to follow. Will her acts of rebellion cost her everything she’s gained in her life?
I had my first ever “Law & Order” moment. You know the arrest at the bottom of the hour?
Cuffs. Miranda rights. My usually docile Labradors turned into Cerberus behind my hastily-closed kitchen door, their confinement being “an order” from a pair of nervous, threatened cops, who are not unlike nervous, threatened dogs.
Outside, the neighborhood comes alive! Imagine the diversion of a cop car pulling in. Officers badged and holstered pound the door of an end unit townhouse. Even better, they drag out the short, snarly white bitch who lives there (me).
Upon my departure, neighbors swarm like hens to feed…
– Confessions of a Good-time Girl
[The Man Dance] is a bold story, rich in detail, with wonderful images and writing… The main character is deeply drawn, vivid, and the reader cares about him.
– Ginny Fite, Author
The Detective Sam Lagarde mysteries and No End of Bad
[Confessions of a Good-time Girl] is laugh out loud funny.
– Solveig Eggerz, Author
Funny and fun to read… an inspired piece of work.