Book Review
of The Angel and the Brown-Eyed Boy
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The Angel & the Brown-Eyed Boy
Book 1 in the Tales From Earth’s End series
paranormal fantasy
Winner of
Four National Awards:
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2011 IPPY (Independent Press) Award Gold Medal in Visionary Fiction.
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2011 Indie Excellence Award in Visionary Fiction (Winner of Catergory)
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Best Books of 2011, USA Book News:
- Winner, New Age Fiction
- Finalist Fantasy/Sci-Fi
308 pages
Blurb
:
Tomorrow morning, a nuclear holocaust will destroy the
planet. Two people carry the keys to survival: A teenage boy and an
intergalactic traveler.
By the late 22nd century, the Great Recession of the early
2000s has lead to a worldwide police state. A ruined United States barely
functions. Government control masks chaos, dissenters are sent to camps, and
technology is outlawed. War rages while the authorities proclaim the Great
Peace.
Finally it all breaks down. We’re in New York City on the eve of
nuclear Armageddon. In the morning, ultimate destructive forces will wipe out
all life on earth. Only Jeremy Edgarton, a 16-year-old, tech genius and
revolutionary; and Eliana, the angelic, off-world traveler sent to Earth on a
mission to prevent her planet’s death, can save the world. Join Eliana
and Jeremy as they begin a quest to save two doomed planets … and find each
other.
About the
Author:
Sandy
Nathan writes to amaze and delight, uplift and inspire, as well as thrill and
occasionally terrify. She is known for creating unforgettable characters and
putting them in do or die situations. She writes in genres ranging from science
fiction, fantasy, and visionary fiction to juvenile nonfiction, spirituality
and memoir.
“I
write for people who like challenging, original work. My reader isn’t satisfied
by a worn-out story or predictable plot. I do my best to give my readers what
they want,” says Sandy.
Mrs.
Nathan’s books have won twenty-two national awards, including multiple awards
from oldest, largest, and most prestigious contests for independent publishers.
Her books have earned rave reviews from critics and reviewers alike. Most are
or have been Amazon bestsellers.
Sandy
was born in San Francisco, California. She grew up in the hard-driving,
achievement-orientated, corporate culture of Silicon Valley. Sandy holds
master’s degrees in Economics and Marriage, Family, and Child Counseling. She
was a doctoral student at Stanford’s Graduate School of Business and has been
an economic analyst, businesswoman, and negotiation coach, as well as author.
Mrs.
Nathan lives with her husband on their California ranch. They bred Peruvian
Paso horses for almost twenty years. She has three grown children and two
grandchildren.
Contacts:
You can visit Sandy online at www.SandyNathan.com.
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sandy-Nathan/128447920557748
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sandy-Nathan/128447920557748
Excerpt:
When the girl appeared on the sidewalk, the edges of her
body and clothing were fuzzy, as though all of her hadn’t arrived. She looked
up and down the street, the way a person would if she’d forgotten an address or
lost her way.
Her hair was frizzed and matted, sticking out akimbo. She
was thin, had a dirty face, and wore a scratchy coat that was far too big. Its
sleeves were rounded little capes; her arms stuck out of them like chopsticks
protruding from a napkin. The coat slipped off her shoulders, first to one
side, then the other. She hitched it up and kept walking. When she walked, the
coat opened to reveal her feet and lower legs.
Her thin socks, trimmed with grayed lace, were pulled up to
make a ruffle below her knees. Pink satin laces held up the socks, their Xs
snaking up her shins from her shoes. She looked pretty much like everyone she
saw, except for her shoes. Long pink ballet slippers stuck out from beneath her
coat, as improbable as roses sprouting from the cement.
Eliana made her way along the sidewalk, knowing that she was
dirty, feeling the grit in her hair and on her skin. When she had reached the
planet’s atmosphere, clothes and all sorts of things had rushed at her with great
force, tossing her over and over. Dirt had come, too. She had found the clothes
she needed and put them on the way her teachers had shown her. Then her people
had put her where she was.
Humans passed, but no one stopped or said anything to her. A
paper blew against her leg. More dirty papers blew and piled up everywhere.
Streaked and grimy buildings rose near her. Writing in different colors covered
their walls. She looked carefully, but couldn’t make out the words. She’d
learned to read and write English, but those words mystified her.
“Hey, you!” a person said loudly.
“Yes?” She spoke to a human for the first time, politely
bowing. The human was dirty like Eliana, with torn clothes and matted hair. She
couldn’t tell if it was a he or a she.
“Get out of here!” the ragged person shouted. “You don’t
belong here.” Eliana cowered, but the stranger rushed past her, clawing at
something Eliana couldn’t see. “Stay away,” the human said, and then stood with
feet braced, shouting, “Get out of here, all of you. Stay away!” The human
hadn’t seen Eliana at all.
The girl realized that her people were right; they had put
her where no one would notice her. Now she needed to tell them that she had
arrived. She raised one foot, turning it gracefully and resting it easily on
the other knee. She flicked the shoe with her finger, listening. A trill of
clear notes deep within her brought the hint of a smile. She held the coat
closed and stood still. She was where she was supposed to be. It had begun.
She fingered the piece of paper in her pocket. Her map.
Beneath it, in the pocket’s depths, was the notebook. What was written on it
would get her where she needed to go. She had all she needed.
She walked a long way along the hard path. More humans
passed her. To her left, gray, inert structures rose high in the sky, blocking
the sun. She touched the see-through parts of their lower levels, looking at
the humans inside. They looked at each other with darting eyes, speaking
rapidly. Everyone outside rushed frantically, noticing nothing. They didn’t see
her, just as her people had said.
Eliana choked when a very large carrier passed, spewing a
foul odor. The carrier floated above the hard surface where the vehicles moved.
Her teachers had told her about the floating. Though she couldn’t see it, a
force lived under the machines that made them go. It would kill her if it
touched her. She didn’t know what kill meant; kill did not exist in her world.
Her mother had explained that she would be like a dead pet. She had seen dead
pets before they whisked them away. Motionless husks. She moved away quickly.
Better get on with her purpose. She didn’t have much time.
A man with a round stomach and a gray hat walked out of an
opening in the ground with many others. He walked like he had a mission. His
coat was the same scratchy stuff as hers, but it was buttoned up and looked
new. He looked new; his face was ruddy and clean. His shoes reflected the pale
sunlight. The trill of notes resounded in her mind once again.
He was the one! She stood in front of him to make him stop.
She hoped he could comprehend her speech.
“Will you help me?” she said, working to form the strange words.
“Will you help me?” she said, working to form the strange words.
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Book Review:
This story is odd but fascinating. It's a post-apocalyptic tale which are not my favorite genre but this was such a fascinating story line that I was hooked right away and it just got better from there.
I give this book 4 out of 5 clouds.
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