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need to preface this post with this statement, I LOVE CRIME NOVELS! Detective
novels, movies, and tv shows are my jam! The suspense of what is going to
happen next, or trying to figure out who did it, is far scarier than anything
with a lot of violence.
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Awareness were I get a daily e-mail in my inbox. The newsletter highlights
fun things happening in the world of books. I've found some really fun new authors!
Occasionally they post links with the option of getting a free copy of a book,
yet to be published. This is the best, coming home and having a free book
waiting in the mail for me.
while ago, I got a book in the mail called “Crime of Privilege” byWalter Walker. I have a bit of a
back log in my reading requests (for work and fun). Once I started this book, I
wonder how I overlooked it in the first place, it should have been read the
moment I got it.
I love about reading this book, is trying to figure out who did what. There is
a list of characters, all whom have some part to play. The main character is
George Becket. He is an assistant D.A. in Cape Cod. This character really made
me mad, I felt times he was being a baby, or just letting things happening. He
wasn’t living life, but just going through the motions of living. He was a
lawyer, has friends in high places, and he just acts like a bum. An excerpt from the book:
murder on Cape Cod. A rape in Palm Beach.
they have in common is the presence of one of America’s most beloved and
influential families. But nobody is asking questions. Not the police. Not the
prosecutors. And certainly not George Becket, a young lawyer toiling away in
the basement of the Cape & Islands district attorney’s office. George has
always lived at the edge of power. He wasn’t born to privilege, but he
understands how it works and has benefitted from it in ways he doesn’t like to
admit. Now, an investigation brings him deep inside the world of the truly
wealthy—and shows him what a perilous place it is.”
book is a realist portrayal of the justice system when it comes to the wealthy.
George finally comes to and starts asking the right questions. It takes him on
a journey across the world, but it’s hard to decipher who is pulling the
strings in this investigation. I felt the ending was less climatic than the
rest of the book, justice wasn't really served, but again that is a very
realistic outcome. The main character and the book felt like a real investigation,
and not one that is solved in a 60 minute television show.
celebrating my 6th anniversary of meeting a great guy, we reflected on my Peace Corpsexperience. Discussing how we met, the people I
worked with, but mostly laughing at the craziness that was my
service. Surprisingly, I still find myself running into people who are interested in learning more about Peace Corps, or my experience overseas. After most encounters I think back to those 3+ years.
Waking up every day to a
new experience might frighten some, but to volunteers serving in the Peace Corps
it’s just a regular day. I lived in Burkina Faso, a country in
Western Africa, serving from 2008-2012. As a health volunteer I taught health
education and outreach. I spent most of my time weighing babies, teaching
mother’s proper food preparation, and children how to wash their hands.
Teaching overseas in a another language was really hard, and sometimes felt very daunting. During training, Peace Corps helps to teach the common language spoken, which in my case was French,
but like most African communities the local tribal language is also very
prevalent. Even though I used, Moore, the local African language more than
French, my skill level was far from being perfect. Each program I put on was
a struggle, always needing a translator. Which to most, would be great, but I seemed to never be able to get the translator to show up at the
same time as my women, or vice versa. Rainy season was a whole different story;
I just knew people wouldn't show up to programs because everyone and I do mean EVERYONE was
in the field farming.
While on vacation in the United States for a short time in 2010, I would get all sorts of questions. The most common
was, "What did you like or didn't like about being overseas?" The one thing I
did not like, was having to barter for my food. It’s
petty, but going from booth to booth to get all my vegetables, fighting for a
fair price is not how I like to spend my time. That was something that would never change, but I learned to deal with it.
I loved the sense of
community. My village was small, were everyone knew each other. Not in the way
were you know everyone’s business, but when there was a crisis everyone banned
together. I loved everyone knowing my name, or when I was gone people took
turns feeding and caring for my dog. These villagers lack in resources and
materials, but they are rich. They have a strong community, stronger than most
communities I've been a part of in the US. One person may have nothing but
together they have it all.
When most people ask me
to describe my 3+ years worth of experience in a sentence or two, I
usually say, “It was great!” which is was, but it is better
described as a roller-coaster. Once you start you’re normally scared for the
future, you don’t really know what you got yourself into. Then you
get used to the roller-coaster and start to like it. During the ride you have a
lot of ups and downs, but in the end you love it so much it leaves you wanting
more, and you beg to ride it one more time.
That’s exactly how my
Peace Corps experience was, it left me wanting more. View some of my pictures
of my service here.