While I don't find Robert Pattinson to be the greatest actor of his generation (I admit that I am more Team Jacob,) the hype his new movie Water For Elephants did intrigue me. However, being a avid reader, I can only assume the book will be better than the movie. That means that I want to read it before I see the film.
Sara Gruen does a great job recreating Depression Era circus life. Or at least as far as my limited knowledge of Depression Era circus life goes. The story moves with so much fervor that I barely have time to eat my caramel apple before the story has pulled stakes and moved towns. The characters are vivid, and the interactions within the menagerie and on the train are enthralling. The recollections of Jacob as an old man tie the story together tightly.
I strongly recommend reading Water For Elephants and try to be immersed in the show.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
My new book is on Kindle
I'm excited to state that my book, Blood Remembered, is for sale on the Amazon Kindle. It's priced at a whopping $.99. So it's a great deal.
Blood Remembered is a murder mystery set in a small town in Arkansas.
When Max Sawyer was on the verge of graduating high school, he came home one evening to find his parents brutally murdered. He left his hometown of Hellenston, Arkansas with the intention of never returning again.
Years later, he is awakened by a phone call alerting him that his high school girlfriend, Amanda Rawls, was arrested for murdering her estranged fiancee. Max makes his way back to Hellenston to find that the years have changed the town, but that the evil that he encountered as a teenager is still present. He traverses familiar grounds to battle the memories he has hidden away while trying to save the woman he has loved since he was a boy.
I would very much appreciate any feedback.
Douglas Pratt
Blood Remembered
Blood Remembered is a murder mystery set in a small town in Arkansas.
When Max Sawyer was on the verge of graduating high school, he came home one evening to find his parents brutally murdered. He left his hometown of Hellenston, Arkansas with the intention of never returning again.
Years later, he is awakened by a phone call alerting him that his high school girlfriend, Amanda Rawls, was arrested for murdering her estranged fiancee. Max makes his way back to Hellenston to find that the years have changed the town, but that the evil that he encountered as a teenager is still present. He traverses familiar grounds to battle the memories he has hidden away while trying to save the woman he has loved since he was a boy.
I would very much appreciate any feedback.
Douglas Pratt
Blood Remembered
Thursday, January 6, 2011
I love to write
When I was in fifth grade, I knew I wanted to be a writer. I had a friend whose grandmother had made him a stuffed frog that he named Frisky. My first venue into writing was making up stories with him about the adventures of Frisky the Frog. Unfortunately they leaned extremely on the shoulders of Superman, Indiana Jones, and a few other characters ripe to be ripped off. My friend did not care quite as much as I did, so the majority of the book was written by me. I even made a cover that I wish I could find as a memento. I am sad to say that art was not my strong suit.
In Junior High I would read constantly. Anything. Everything. I would read it. That, much to my delight, has not really stopped.
High School rolled around, and I began to see girls in a very different light. This sudden enlightenment opened up the poetic side of me. "The poetic side of me" was really my writing bad poetry at the utmost of mediocrity. Of course, the poems would be for the love of my life that week. Girls were often very appreciative and let me kiss them.
My passion erupted during my senior year when I completed my first short story. That was quite an accomplishment. My entire life, my mind has been filled with bizarre and exciting stories that played out continuosly in my mind's eye. Then one day I was struck with an unusual inspiration, and I wrote my first short story, A Girl Named Destiny, about a teenage boy who is forced to say goodbye to his dying girlfriend. I was extremely proud of that work. I still am. That story was an array of emotions that I had felt and some that I had been lucky not too.
After Destiny, I broke out into numerous short stories. Some I enjoyed. Some were terrible. Probably all were terrible, but I enjoyed some still.
Writing has always been my passion. I have found that life has overtaken my passion, but still my stories flow about my head. They wait for me to put them to paper. Now, I am taking a new move to begin writing again daily. Putting my thoughts to paper (or screen) is an incredible release.
In Junior High I would read constantly. Anything. Everything. I would read it. That, much to my delight, has not really stopped.
High School rolled around, and I began to see girls in a very different light. This sudden enlightenment opened up the poetic side of me. "The poetic side of me" was really my writing bad poetry at the utmost of mediocrity. Of course, the poems would be for the love of my life that week. Girls were often very appreciative and let me kiss them.
My passion erupted during my senior year when I completed my first short story. That was quite an accomplishment. My entire life, my mind has been filled with bizarre and exciting stories that played out continuosly in my mind's eye. Then one day I was struck with an unusual inspiration, and I wrote my first short story, A Girl Named Destiny, about a teenage boy who is forced to say goodbye to his dying girlfriend. I was extremely proud of that work. I still am. That story was an array of emotions that I had felt and some that I had been lucky not too.
After Destiny, I broke out into numerous short stories. Some I enjoyed. Some were terrible. Probably all were terrible, but I enjoyed some still.
Writing has always been my passion. I have found that life has overtaken my passion, but still my stories flow about my head. They wait for me to put them to paper. Now, I am taking a new move to begin writing again daily. Putting my thoughts to paper (or screen) is an incredible release.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Getting started
I am very excited to start this blog. I have always loved writing, and I am excited to share my thoughts. I am new so bare with me while I get my feet wet.
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