Reviews...


 "Author Linda very smartly and skillfully educates her readers through her literary fiction about some of the reasons why people

  become addicts, why they stop using Meth and sometimes why they don't.

 This very touching and engrossing read deserves to be widely read for its sheer beauty of showcasing the very truths of life of & 

 after addiction.  Highly recommended!"

                                                                                                                                             enasreviews.com  April 25, 2016


 "Nothing by Linda Naseem is, as the author says herself "unfortunately, inspired by experience".  It tells the "fictional" story of 

  Annie, who discovers her husband is a drug addict.  It was a very interesting story highlighting the affects on a relationship due

  to drug abuse.  Some of the writing was convoluted and hard to get through but nonetheless worth the effort.  A raw story filled

  with tragedy, violence and hope.  These kind of stories stir up just about every emotion possible.  So thank you Linda for sharing

  a story that many of us are not strong enough to even articulate aloud."

                                                                                                                        Lady Sara's Book Blog, December 5, 2015



  "This narrative promises an unflinching look at a drug addict's world--and it absolutely does not flinch.  It's a paradox of

  addiction--when under the control of a substance--an addict feels most powerful and potent at the time when he is powerless 

   and  lost.  Thus we go inside, and then outside, the minds of addicts whose lives are being burned away, and those who are

   sometimes burned, standing at the edge of the fire.  If this book was just about hurt then it would be unbearable.  There is no

   "Hollywood ending".  But there are moments enough of honesty, redemption, and reconciliation to make this book worth a

    recommendation.  It is not entertaining, per se.  But it is re-assuring, in a way,  and a compelling read."

                                                                                                                                          ---Nate Briggs, Author, for the Kindle Book Review



  "...Naseem's harrowing novel pulseswith the pain of betrayal and the dire consequences of substanceabuse.  Sensitive readers  

  may beoverwhelmed by the edgy, expletive-dense narrative, but for those who don't mind its murky premise, the novel hums

  with raw humanity.

  "A riveting, intense portrait of substance abuse and the havoc it can wreak on family and friends."---kirkusreviews.com



Readers' comments...


     "...what an incredible mixture of fear, anger, forgiveness, sweetness, friendliness,  craziness beyond 

     control, hatred, solitude, mercy, salvation, self-absorption, realizations, gratitude, seeking-for-God,

     arrogance, sadness beyond help, helpfulness, just plain love, and especially faith..."

                                                                                                                                                  --G. H., Maple Falls, WA


      "I found the book very raw, gritty, getting knots in my stomach at times...I was emotionally drained by

      the end...you write really well---and I definitely was affected, touched, involved--whatever---you got

      to me!  Powerful!"

                                                                                                                                                          ---R. S., Seaside, CA



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          I watch him from the window, that same skinny dude marching back and forth in front of

   the dumpster.  He's lost his limp and his laceless shoes, and his bare feet have been slapping

   the asphalt all afternoon.  I know he's talking because I can see his mouth moving.  He's fried.

   Or mental.  Those are the only possible explanations.

          I should be working.  My computer is warmed up and ready for me to slave over it.  My

    online business.  I buy and sell Mexican and Central American crafts.  When you're in a

    wheelchair it's easier to sit at home and work.  That's one good thing about the computer

    age.  I have customers from all over the world without stepping outside my door.  It's

    actually pretty cool.

          But I can't tear myself away from the window and that wasted specter eroding a trench

    down there in the alley.  His head sags as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his

    back and his lips flap.

          When dusk blankets everything but the light bulbs over the alley doors I go back to my

    computer.  Is he going to keep this up all night?  Will he still be there in the morning,

    forcing those tattered feet to run a marathon in front of the dumpster?

           Around midnight I go to bed.  I'm out as soon as my head hits the pillow, but visions of

     him twirling, skipping, hopping get tangled in my sleep.  He sails up to heaven, sprouts

     wings, sings.  Plays a harp.  I gasp myself awake.  Why am I dreaming he's an angel?  He is

     rude, filthy, aggressive and probably violent.

           As soon as dawn whispers into my bedroom I roll back to the kitchen window.  He's still

     there but now his feet, powerful as the hind legs of an irate mule, are kicking dents in the

     dumpster.  I can hear his screams through my closed window.

           I have to stop him.  Someone will call the cops.  Or someone will jump him and I doubt

     he could fight them off.  After pacing all night he has to be ready to keel over, even if he is

     kicking the shit out of the dumpster.


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