We at Falcon Creek Publishing Co. agonized over what to place in the space you're reading. Course, we considered the usual " blurbs." You know, purchased testimonials from folk you likely never heard of, from publications you probably never read. We decided, no!

We thought about excerpts —titillating bits that would, hopefully, make you drool with anticipation regarding Deborah Yvonne Davis, and the rich, southern flavor of her "tragedy to triumph" story. We surely could have done that.

But, what if doing so would have given away too much about Deborah and her beloved Gram d 'lena; about the bigotry; about the racism; the family turmoil; black-on-black hatred; the brutal murders; brother Matthew's rage; Florinda Batiste's voodoo curse; June Boy's affliction; Big Baby Jesse's downfall; Mr. Peabo's pool hall 'bidness; Miss Ruby's Whore House; Ms. Jasmine's southern charm; Mr. Lonnie's Honky-Tonk joint; the mysterious Jude Barsteau; the dead BMW; unforgivable lies told Samantha, and Mabel Davis' real...? Okay, take a breath. You get the point.

If we had unwittingly revealed the real Jonathan Reed, son of the richest, most powerful man in the state—and close friend of then governor, and future President, William Jefferson Clinton—you would not have forgiven us. And we would have certainly deserved your eternal scorn.

So, we restrained ourselves. Our better judgement prevailed. We decided to trust your judgement; your intelligence; your power of perception, and your ability to decide for yourself whether to read, or to not read this unprecedented literary work.

   

Gene Cartwright's saga spanning 26 years of Deborah's life—beginning at age five —has been fourteen years in the making. It deserves to be experienced in its entirety.

Still not sure? Permit us to humbly suggest you read the poem, "I Weep No More" It is in the beginning of the book. Read the first few pages...the first chapter. We will respectfully defer to your opinion...your honest review. (myAFGreview@falconcreekbooks.com)