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A World Of LessonsLife Lessons From a Year of Travel  #1 on the Amazon Bestseller List!

Sometimes, in order to find ourselves, we have to get lost. Gregory Harris spent a year traveling the world with his wife and two children. They visited 24 countries through Europe, the Middle East, Africa, and Asia, spending several weeks in each place.

This is an illustrated collection of the lessons learned on that trip, from possessions (we have too many choices) to technology (technology hates dirt) to connections (you should always rely on the kindness of strangers) and more.

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Gordon Gatsby, Son of The Richest Man in the World

What do you do when your father is the richest man in the world? If you’re smart, you sit back and enjoy the ride. Dress respectably, act politely and marry well. Keep the Pater happy and the wealth and privilege just keep flowing. Above all, if you’re smart, avoid controversy.

But Gordon can’t stay away from controversy, and finds himself on the tough end of some tough love when his father cuts off his monthly allowance. Things go from bad to worse as Gordon’s father dies before he can change his will back. What will the millionaire playboy do without his millions? Just ask Gordon Gatsby. Coming shortly with a bottle of Grey Goose.

Another Teenage Vampire Novel (Young Adult)

“Tell me again what made you move here? ‘Cause I can think of a million places I’d rather be.”
“I’m photosensitive,” he said.
“Does that mean you’re sensitive to photos?”
“No dummy, it means that my eyes can’t take a lot of light.”
“Oh. I liked you better when I thought you were sensitive to photos.”
“I thought you liked me better when you thought I drank blood.”
“That, too.”
“So do you like me at all now?”
I paused, pretending to think about that. “Well …”
“Really?”
“A little, I guess.” I smiled at him. He was cute when he was angry.
He looked at me and his tongue flicked around his lips. “I gotta go,” he said, as he took off across the soaking lawn.

Susan is a normal high school student, or as normal as you can get in this godforsaken place. To be honest, she’d be happy just about anywhere else. No one seems to get her, except Jake, even though he’s a bit odd. He claims he’s drinking beet juice. He says he’s photosensitive. He seems to know an awful lot about history. But he’s really cute. Besides, vampires don’t exist. Do they?

Alphabet Soup (Young Adult)

The queue was short at the letter shop this morning, thought Mae. She checked her purse: two hundred marks, enough to write her shopping lists and their monthly bills.
“Two bags of whole alphabet, and a small bag of vowels, please.”
“Serif or sans?” asked the clerk.
Mae thought about the paper she had. “Ahh, a bag of each.”
“And the vowels?”
Crap. She hadn’t thought about that. Did she need another bag? She checked her purse again. Bags were 75 marks each and vowels were 50. There were a few vowels in the alphabet bags, but not enough to write very much. “Ah, make it two bags of serif, then.”
“ID, please?”
Mae handed the clerk her ID card, shooing a wisp of dark blond hair from her angular face. The clerk glanced at the card then at Mae. He inserted the card in the register and typed in her purchase.
“That’ll be two hundred marks, please.”
Mae handed over her cash and the clerk handed her the bags. They were about the length of her forearm and weighed no more than a few hundred grams each — they were just letters, after all. But the value …! How could you do anything without them? Everything needed to be written, and you needed letters to write.

Ever since President Bartholomew Baxter had come to power two dozen years ago, the Government had taken complete control of writing. There were no pens, pencils, paintbrushes, or other methods of writing your own letters. All letters were sold by government-controlled shops.
One day, Jay, a high schooler, and his friends are out playing with sticks when they manage to scratch a letter F in the mud. Jay scrambles to erase it, but not before everyone sees. Complications ensue.

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Italy On Two Cappuccinos

Just the treat to accompany your cappuccino. — J. Fitzgerald

It was 2pm, and we were cold. The town was quiet, and the shops would be closed until 3:30. We had already eaten lunch and finished our walk around the old town and we were now looking for a clean place to warm up and wait for the town to come back to life.

Italy On Two Cappuccinos, an illustrated travelogue about our year living and traveling in Italy, France, Germany and Switzerland, is available from Amazon in Kindle and paperback editions.