I picked that book up as throw-away travel trash, as I was lured by the colors and images on the cover. Good writing, intellectually engaging material, and the right balance.
It’s part pure fluff and conjecture, and part historical “fact,” sprinkled with just enough oddities to keep me engaged.
Read most of it in an evening, and there was a weird dove-tail wherein at least one of the tales, I’ve covered in a horoscope — at least in part.
About the author:
Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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