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About the author: Christy and I married in 1993. If you include dating, I’ve known and loved her for more than half my life. She is and always will be the home for my heart. We have three boys. Charlie, John T. and Rives. Folks often ask me, which of my books do I like the best. You might as well line up my sons and ask me who I love the most.

My hobbies are bow hunting, working out (a blend of old school stuff and martial arts, called Fight Fit) and Tae Kwon Do. In October 2012 I earned my black belt but I’m still the least flexible person you’ve ever met. The guy that trains me, laughs everytime I start warming up. My boys are far better at Tae Kwon Do than I but I doubt they have as much fun – I get to do and watch. They just do.

I also like to write, but that’s another story.

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Charles has written twelve novels, (this novel was his first one) and most recently a childhood biography.

I love these lines from the story, “I think that if we could give God a choice, He’d prefer that we scream and argue rather than say nothing at all… I keep the lines open… If God is who he said He is, then He’s big enough to handle my ranting and raving… and all my questions.” (p. 181)

Dylan and Maggie are living the good life. After obtaining his doctorate Dylan was unable to find a teaching job. But he found himself pleasantly satisfied working the land at his deceased grandfather’s farm. They were happy with their lot in life. And farming had not been all that bad. All except for a mean pig, of course, the pig was only mean to Dylan. About four weeks after a romantic evening, Dylan and Maggie realized that they were expecting. They were ecstatic, they enjoyed months of preparation. The baby was born deceased. After vomiting Maggie lapsed into a coma. She continued to bleed, so much so, that Dylan had to give one more pint than what was normally allowed.

This novel tells the story of Dylan’s suffering, and how he learned to cope with the reality that his wife was in a coma, and that she may never wake up. I loved the story, and I thought it was brilliant. During this difficult time, Dylan, unbeknownst to himself, influenced so many people. The main story revolves around Dylan and Maggie, but there is so much more. I enjoyed reading about all the characters and how all of their stories (lives) tied together. Near the end of the book Dylan realized that he was not alone. And he learned that he was not the only one who experienced suffering. If you read this book, make sure that you keep a box of tissues nearby. There is a sequel to this book, Maggie. I will read it soon.

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