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"It's been two years since I received my life sentence of imprisonment."
Diagnosed with a rare form of meningitis, a teenage boy is paralyzed from head to toe--trapped in his own mind. To cope with his imprisonment, he retreats to an imaginary world called his Mind Palace, but the lines between reality and time start to blur into wild adventures after he gets a new roommate--an old, outspoken, Jewish jazz musician with dementia.
Filled with witty humor and heart-warming experiences, 4 Years Trapped in My Mind Palace is an inspirational coming-of-age story, entwined with an end-of-age story, that will capture your imagination with a hint of nostalgia, a hint of the whimsical unknown, and a wild adventure through modern history.
I've had over 25,000 downloads. 23,000 of those were for free when I did some promotions after it launched. The book was ranked #4 overall in free books on Amazon at one point. It's only been out since December 2016 and I have 146 reviews so far, all of them are 4 and 5 star reviews.
The book is starting to get more traction by word of mouth and my email list has grown to over 10,000 email subscribers.
Here are some reviews of the book.
PRAISE FOR 4 YEARS TRAPPED IN MY MIND PALACE:
"A winning tale." -Kirkus Reviews
"I could not put it down. Recommended for all ages. Superbly entertaining." - ReadersFavorite.com
"A touching story." - IndieReader.com
"One of the most interesting and inspiring books that I've read in a long time." - Heather Monson, editor
"I did not want to turn the last page." - Jen Johnson, Author/Playwright
"A captivating story. The author skillfully weaves these threads together and provides exciting scenes of danger, daring, and escape." - Kirkus Reviews
"It is very rarely that I finish a book and want to yell and scream about how much I enjoyed it. WOW!!!!!" - John Around The Corner Reviews
It’s been two years since I received my life sentence of imprisonment. I only know it’s been two years because mom and dad came to wish me happy birthday today.
My mom brushed back my red hair—which was desperately in need of a haircut and approaching the length of long girly hair—and squeezed my hand. She smelled like the flowery lavender laundry detergent she always used, making me miss home even more.
“Happy fourteenth birthday, son,” she said softly, still squeezing my hand.
I wanted to squeeze back, but couldn’t. I saw the shiny beginnings of a tear form in her blue eyes, but she quickly pulled them back with a blink.
“Yeah, happy birthday, Aaron,” dad said solemnly. The man smelled like chlorine and stood off to the side where I couldn’t see him. He avoided eye contact with me as if I were Medusa and would turn him to stone. In reality, I felt like one of Medusa’s statues—trapped.
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Already translated.
Translated by Irina Matveeva
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Author review: Irina was fantastic to work with. She asked great questions and provided a wonderful translation. I highly recommend her. |
