-A Memoir by Casey Gerald, 2018
Congratulations to the author, Casey Gerald, on a job well done. The writing is sensational. But before I get into all of that, I hope you will hear me out first.
I noticed this book within minutes of walking into Solid State Books. Drawn to the black and white cover (my favorite fashion colors) and the word ‘Miracles’ splashed across the title, this just had to be the new book I wanted- the new book I needed. Then I read the back-cover endorsements… the first PRAISE FOR There Will Be No Miracles Here says, [it is the “most engagingly spiritual statement of our time by just looking outside his window and inside himself. Extraordinary].” My thought was, -say no more- this book has SOFLY written all over it.
When I get home to start reading, I almost immediately hate it. I know, strong word, but what can I say, impulse is impulse.
I was thrown off from this book. It was the vibe. The energy wasn’t good for me. Who does this Mr. Gerald think he is? His message was borderline mockery and morally out-of-bounds. I was not feelin’ the way he said what he was saying. Like, to the point where I had refused to read beyond the first page. I wasn’t happy about that. Didn’t have time for this.
I just stopped for a minute to breathe and to think. Get out of my emotions, I told myself. At the end of my break session I concluded that I found this book for a reason. I became determined to meet that reason face-to-face.
This is where I’m going to stop talking -stringing this along- and tell you briefly about this book.
Oh, one more really quick thing, this book was a second away from 400 pages, at 386 to be matter-of-fact. I’m secretly looking for a reward from someone, or somewhere for getting through it all.
To be continued…