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Secrets of Newberry Review and Winner of the book!

Essence Bestselling author Victor McGlothin has done it again with "Secrets of Newberry"(the secrets will rock you to your core but that's not until later in the box)
Our story begins in New Orleans in the 1950's on the night that the two main
characters lives will be radically changed.   Ivory "Bones" Arcineaux meets Hampton
Bynote at an illegal gambling house.  Things get hot for our scoundrels until Hampton
meets Magnolia Holiday  she appears to be everything  he is looking for except
he doesn't know it yet.  While she definitely makes a difference in Hampton's liefe will
her love/influence be enough on  the road up ahead?  I Know I am supposed to feel some empathy for Hampton's character I dont ,not because he wasn't   a "tortured soul" (He was and rightfully so ) it's just that I didn't really feel sympathetic until almost
the end.  I did relate to his sister Pearl Lee.  I thought for a male author he did a pretty good job with that without making all of us sound domineering .  The dialouge was
cliched to me at first but it definitely  improved.  The plot is good in spite of that funny
little twist almost  3/4ths of the way into the book.McGlothin's writing style is engaging,vivid,and at some moments raw, but overall  a worthwhile read I gave it 4out of 5 stars.  I would like to thank the Hatchett Book Group for allowing me this opportunity  to review this book .(No I don't get paid to do this)

And the winner of  "Secrets of Newberry " is Mike  Mike please email me at clsherrard(dot)bookaddict(at)gmail (dot) com within 48 hours  Send me your mailing address so I can send it to the Hatchett Group .       I will still be giving away two copies of "Damaged" by Alex Kava deadline is not until Sunday so stay tuned


Oh how epic is this! Really can't wait to read it! Thanks for holding this giveaway too! =D
Shan said…
I'm really looking forward to reading this book!
brizmus said…
This looks great - and plus, it takes place in Louisiana, which means I really must read it! :-)

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