Review: The Traveling Dildo Salesman by Kevin L. Donihe

I finished reading The Traveling dildo Salesman by Kevin L. Donihe a little over a week ago, I finally got around to writing my review on Amazon for it last night, and I am going to share that interview with you and then a little extra:

While this is not my favorite book in the bizarro genre, it was still highly enjoyable. The plight of the salesman in his never ending relentless cycle was quite relateable. His ability to overcome his monotonous unmemorable cycle was inspiring, yet it left you hanging wondering if what he experiences after will be better than his past. One can only hope.

The short stories included with this book were also very good and well written, however, some were a bit more predictable than I would have liked, and one was a bit more disturbing than I was prepared for, but with this genre you have to expect that. But for the most part they complimented the main story quite well. I must admit, that the short story Zombie Apocalypse was by far my favorite of the short stories. It is how I would envision many of the people in my circle reacting to such an event, which made reading it very funny, I literally laughed at loud at some of the imagery and conversation. Although the ending to Zombie Apocalypse  is probably much more accurate into what would happen to our world should such an event ever truly happen than many main stream movies seem to think.

This was my first Kevin L. Donihe book, and I would love to explore more of his works in the future. If you like reading bizarro, then this book is definitely for you. If you are just starting out in bizarro, then this book is a good glimpse into just how different from the "mainstream" books bizarro can get.

Seriously guys, check out this book, you can find it on amazon at http://www.amazon.com/Traveling-Dildo-Salesman-Kevin-Donihe/dp/1936383705/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1322794911&sr=8-1

Thankful for the Tears

There are some things going on in this world that sincerely break my heart. So many things are broken or breaking and it is affecting us all on a huge level. I weep knowing that the world I grew up in, the things I thought I knew and could rely on will probably not be there for my future children. Life is getting harder and will continue along this path until something changes.

But will anything truly change for the better? I worry about mine and my fiance's futures. I worry about my family's future and everyone I know and love. I worry about the future of people I do not know, as their pain is my pain and inevitably we are all linked together. Even though I do not have much, especially lately, I try to give what I can. To ease someone else's burden, to see at least a hint of a smile.

Will the people of the future look back on this era as a black mar on their history books. Something that should have been changed sooner, in the same way that we look back on other facets of history, some that happened not even 100 years ago? Will today be a day in history books to be remembered, studied for, and marked on a test in hopes of getting an A?

If not perhaps it should be. Perhaps we should decide here and now that we need to make a change, if we band together we can do it.

It isn't necessarily the big things. We can do little things, simple things. Take back what is ours. Make purchases from local people. Visit local businesses instead of corporations. Dig up our yards and plant our own foods. Get our hands dirty, in a good way. Learn to fend for ourselves so we never need worry about hunger if things get worse in the way that my grandfather expects them to. He lived through the Great Depression and forsees our current situation dwarfing that one if it continues to get out of hand. My grandfather has been right about many things, some of which I wish he hadn't been, but the man is undeniably intelligent.

Yet, despite all that is going on, I am thankful to have what little I do have, for many people do not have even that. I am thankful that I have the heart to shed tears for my fellow man and woman. To feel their pain, and to at least try to do what I can about it.

I just hate that if things continue, we are stealing our children's futures, our children's hopes, and our children's dreams before they are even born. We are aborting their chance at a good life before they even have the chance for their first breath.

These thoughts tumble around in my head and my heart screams out for me to do more. What is more? And how can I accomplish this task? I share my thoughts with you in hopes that I can find somone who can relate, who can either help point me in the right direction or spread their own message along and reach even more people who have not had the words to put their own voice out there.

Words. Perhaps words are more. The sharing of a thought in a tangible idea.

Laura Leigh Jones will Blow you Away

So apparently my old high school is pouring out kids with talent (yeah we're grown up now, but I still feel like a kid, so I'm classifying former classmates as kids too).

Let your ears enjoy some of Laura Leigh Jones' beautiful music:



If you enjoy her music please share it with others to help get the word out about this up and coming vocalist!