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Thursday, April 16, 2015

The Power of Brain Surgery by Paul Flower Virtual Book Tour, Book Review

Pump Up Your Book Tours is pleased to bring you author Paul Flower’s The Redeeming Power of Brain Surgery  (Suspense) virtual book tour April 1-30.
The Redeeming Power of Brain Surgery
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The Redeeeming Power of Brain Surgery
TitleThe Redeeming Power of Brain Surgery: A Suspense Novel

Author: Paul Flower
Publisher: Scribe Publishing Company
Publication Date: June 1, 2013
Pages: 250
ISBN: 978-0985956271
Genre: Susepense

Format: Paperback, eBook (.mobi / Kindle), PDF

Jesse Tieter, M.D. has carefully constructed the ideal life. But lately, neither his Chicago-based neurology practice nor his wife and son are enough to suppress the memories that have haunted him since he was a little boy. He can’t stop thinking about that summer day in 1967 when his father died.
So Jesse is heading back. Back to the town and the place where a long-repressed horror occurred. Back to make sure his twin keeps the family’s secret buried.
But what will he uncover along the way?

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Book Excerpt: 

His son’s hand felt like a lie. Lately, to him, everything felt this way. The look of sadness on his wife’s face, the burn of a drink in his throat, the whine of a saw in the O.R.; nothing seemed true. Nothing was real anymore. He felt out of balance, too. Even now, the school building, the flag slapping against the heavy fall sky¬¬—everything was tipping away from him. It was as though he’d gotten up that morning and screwed on his head carelessly, as though he hadn’t threaded it good and tight. While shaving, he’d cut himself, a discrete, semi-intentional knick just under the curve of his chin. He’d stood there like an idiot, eyes feeding the message “blood” to his brain, nerve endings responding with “pain” and the logic center unable to formulate a response.

Dad? Daddy?”

Uh? Wha’?”

Pick up the pace. Chop chop. Move out.”

Now, as he snaked through the crush of other parents and children, he had to look down to convince himself the boy was there, attached to the hand, flesh and bone. The red hair, “his mother’s hair” everyone called it, was sliced by a crisp white part; his head bounced in beat with his sneakered feet. The child was so painfully real he couldn’t be a lie.

It amazed him that his son looked so much like his wife, especially the tiny mouth, the way it was set in a crooked, determined line. He was a kid who liked to have fun, but he could be fierce. Today, the challenge of a new school year, of third grade, had brought out the determined streak. This was good. They would need that streak, he and his mother would.

Whoa.” The tiny hand now was a road sign, white-pink flesh facing him, commanding him. Far enough. He obeyed. Squatting, arms out for the anticipated embrace, he suddenly wanted to tell everything. Tears swam. His throat thickened. The earth tilted and threatened to send him skittering over its edge. There was the slightest of hugs, the brush of lips on his cheek then the boy was off, skipping toward the steps as though third grade challenged nothing, caused no fear, as though the world was in perfect balance.

He walked back to his Lincoln Navigator with the exaggerated care of a drunk who didn’t want anyone to know his condition. He got behind the wheel and suddenly was no longer in his 50s; he felt 16 and too small, too skinny and insignificant to handle the giant SUV.

He nosed the vehicle toward home, alternately trembling and gripping the wheel as he merged with the morning traffic. The plan struck him now as odd and silly, the challenges too great. His hands, already red and scaly, itched fiercely. Get a grip, he told himself. Get a grip.

His tired mind—when was the last time he’d really slept well?—jumped from one stone of thought to another. Was everything covered at work? The bills—had he paid them all? Did his wife suspect anything? Yes. No. Absolutely. Of course not. Relax. Relax. He left the expressway at the exit that took him past their church and wondered if the church, too, was a lie. What of the wedding there so many years ago?

Through a stoplight and past a Dunkin’ Donuts, his gaze floated around a corner. A flash of inspiration—hit the gas. Let the tires slide and the back-end arc around. Let physics have its way until the big vehicle broke free from the grip of gravity and danced head over end, coming to a stop with him bleeding and mercifully, gratefully dead inside.

No. He had something to do. Had he figured the angles right? Gotten the plan tight enough?

A horn jabbed through his reverie. He had drifted into the turn lane of the five-lane street. He jerked the wheel and cut across traffic into the right lane. Tires screeched, horns screamed. A black Toyota streaked past on his left, the driver’s fist, middle finger erect, thrust out the window.

Rage, sharp and bitter, bubbled in his throat. He hesitated, then jammed his foot on the accelerator, cut the wheel hard, and sent the Navigator careening into the left lane.

A staccato barrage of profanity pounded the inside of his skull. He bit his tongue to keep the words in. His heart hammered and a familiar, dizzying pressure filled his ears. The SUV roared ahead, past one car, past a semi then another car, quickly closing the gap on the speeding Toyota. He couldn’t see the car’s driver but he could imagine him, some stupid, simple-minded schmuck, eyes locked on the rear-view mirror as the lumbering Lincoln grew larger, larger, larger. The instant before he would slam into the smaller vehicle, he jabbed his brake and turned again to the left. There was a squeal of tires and more horns bleating behind him; the semi rig’s air horn bellowed angrily past. Ramrod straight, eyes fixed ahead on the now-slow-moving car disappearing tentatively around a curve, he brought the Navigator to a shuddering stop in the center lane. He tensed and waited for the resounding WHUMP of a crash from behind. None came. Face flushed and eyes gleaming, suddenly rejuvenated, he accelerated quickly then eased the Navigator back into the flow of traffic—no looking back.



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Discuss this book in our PUYB Virtual Book Club at Goodreads by clicking HERE

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PUYB Meet the Author

Paul Flower

Paul Flower is an author, advertising copywriter/creative director and a journalist.
He has written and produced award-winning advertising for print, radio, television, outdoor, the Web––really, just about every medium––for business-to-consumer and business-to-business accounts.
His news features have appeared in regional and national magazines. His first novel, “The Redeeming Power of Brain Surgery,” was published in June 2013 by Scribe Publishing. Visit Paul’s website at paulflower.net.
 
Connect with Paul:
Author Website: paulflower.net

Author Page / Publisher Website: http://scribe-publishing.com/brain/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/paulflower.writer

Twitter: https://twitter.com/flowerpaul

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7137509.Paul_Flower



PUYB Tour Schedule ADivider 9
Tour Dates: April 1-30
Wednesday, April 1
Thursday, April 2
Friday, April 3
Monday, April 6
Tuesday, April 7
Wednesday, April 8
Thursday, April 9
Friday, April 10
Monday, April 13
Tuesday, April 14
Wednesday, April 15
Thursday, April 16
Friday, April 17
3 Partners in Shopping: Nana, Mommy, and Sissy Too! – Book Review
Monday, April 20
Quirky Book Reviews – Book Review
Tuesday, April 21
Fiction Zeal – Book Spotlight
Wednesday, April 22
The Literary Nook – Book Spotlight
Thursday, April 23
Pimp That Character – Character Interview
Friday, April 24
My Life, Loves and Passion – Book Spotlight
Monday, April 27
CBY Book Club – Character Interview
Tuesday, April 28
Terry’s Book Reviews, News and Author Interviews – Book Review
Jersey Girl Book Reviews – Book Review
Wednesday, April 29
PUYB Book Club – Book Spotlight
Thursday, April 30
A Little Bit of R&R – Book Spotlight
The Literature Exchange – Book Spotlight
   My review;

"The Power of Brain Surgery" is a great book. Once I started reading it I did not want to stop until I finished it. The storyline and the characters were well developed. Jessie Tieter, M.D. is going to leave his great life and go back to stop the bad memories that he has tried to forget. He is going back to the place where all of this started. Will he be able to or will he be in danger? I give this book a 4/5. I was given this book for the purpose of a  review and all opinions are my own.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for hosting the tour. - Kathleen Anderson, PUYB Tour Coord.

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