You have in front of you an incredible book – evidence that reveals new clues to the assassination attempt on U.S. President John F. Kennedy. The world has never before seen these levels of revelations. Why the author chose to label this work a “novel”, we can only guess. Perhaps, and even likely, the author leaves a loophole — officially it is presented not as a documentary study that sheds light on the most powerful secrets of our time, but rather is published as an ordinary spy novel.
All the facts described in the book are true. All the quotations, references to reports, actual reports, memoirs, newspaper articles, details of the assassination attempt on President Kennedy, the names and positions of the persons mentioned . . . . These are easy to check on.
And the thoughtful reader shall inevitably be confronted by a big question: Was President Kennedy not actually killed on November 22, 1963, but instead lived happily until October 1985 when he was eliminated via a cooperative operation between the CIA and the KGB? Well, that is a powerful question indeed. Read, absorb, research, and contemplate . . . and then feel free to draw your own conclusions.
Trust me, I had drawn my own conclusion by the end of the first paragraph.
Why the author chose to label this work a “novel”, we can only guess.
Well, considering that you [the person who wrote this] almost certainly ARE the author, or at least were hired by her, I think you could do a bit more than just guess.
Am I the only person who is really, really put off by that stuff? When the author refers to him/herself in the 3rd person, as if s/he didn’t write the description? And it’s almost always some glorifying, utterly unwarranted praise, something like “A new novel by a wildly undiscovered talent, sure to be….”
I mean, gimme a break. Don’t write about yourself as if you are the next coming of Michener or Williams (Tennessee), and don’t tell me how I’m going to love your book or it will make me laugh or cry or whatever. Those two blurb fails will make me run, not walk, from a book.
The movie, “Bubba Ho-tep,” proves that Jack Kennedy and Elvis were living in a Texas nursing home fighting a mummy. Why they chose to make it fictional movie instead of a documentary, we can only guess.
OMG, I just recorded old Bubba Ho-Tep. I’ve had a secret soft spot for that movie ever since I heard Bruce Campbell describe it as having “escaped” rather than being “released.” LOLOL…
If you take old BHT in the vein in which it’s intended, it’s fun.