Review the first three chapters of Going Native and leave a review on Createspace.
I’ve gotten some reviews in on Going Native, and I admit…I’m over the moon. Well, more like shocked and over the moon. I know all writers go from thinking ‘that’s not bad’ to ‘where did this junk come from’…and they’re reading the same book–their book. So when reviewers find that same book having been worth the read…let’s just say, for me, I feel like it truly is Christmas in July.
I am going to indulge myself and bore you to tears but here are a few of my favorite lines:
“Amazing! I was hooked. At chapter 12, I contacted the author with a one word review—Gripping—-and after finishing this book I can truthfully say I am still thoroughly Gripped. I will be waiting restlessly for the continuation of this series. Don’t hesitate to give this book and author a try as you will not be disappointed.” T. Chadick
“Several nights I had to force myself to put it down, around 1 or 2 AM, to give my tired eyes time to rest. Near the end of the book I had to make myself put it down so I could go pickup a Little Caesar’s pizza. I do not want to give anything away. If you like a book that grabs you and keeps you wanting more then you need to read this book!” H. Clark
“A chilling book that says a lot about society. Highly recommended.” C. Chu
Okay, maybe more than a ‘few’ lines. But really, I keep reading them and thinking, “They said that about me and my book?” Four and half years is a long time to put yourself into something so when it is appreciated…it is exciting. I know the poor review will come, I expect it and will take it in stride. But until it comes…I’m going to keep on smiling.
Going Native is available on Amazon. If you decide to read it, I welcome your feedback.
Interesting article that looks at human gene modification from both sides. The Pros are presented from some and the Cons from others.
From what I see, the Pros are presented from the view point of health, curing disease, stopping suffering. The Cons are more from a moral view…taking God’s will into our own hands, gene discrimination, the ever present slippery slope.
Going Native is presented more from the view of gene discrimination though it is presented with the outward physical attributes as the guiding factors.
In the debates, the movie Gattaca was mentioned. I have never heard of it but will definitely look it up. Another take on an ‘what if’ in regards to manipulating genes.
Take a look and let me know what you think.
Below is an article about DNA manipulation in utero and one man’s take on it. What do you think about this? Though my book, Going Native, is a work of fiction, I wrote it from the standpoint of a society developing where children whose DNA manipulation wasn’t successful were treated as ‘lessers’ in a sense. Lower on the totem pole. Would I be opposed to such if it could keep a child from being born with a genetic disease? In my heart, I have to say as a parent how could I? Only problem, I think, is that the human race has not proved itself to be very trustworthy, not to be speak of government intervention, money, greed from the very doctors who made the discovery.
Have we opened Pandora’s box? What say you?
Doctors at a British fertility clinic will begin screening embryos for cosmetic defects, the first time a license to do so has been issued in the country.
A business man and his wife applied to London’s Bridge Centre family clinic for screening procedures to ensure an embryo would be created without the father’s genetic eye disorder–the man and his father both have an eye condition which gives them a severe squint.
Prof. Gedis Grudzinskas, with the Bridge Centre clinic, told the Telegraph UK that he believes the HFEA’s decision to permit screening for an eye disorder marks the beginning of a widespread relaxation of screening rules, Prof. Grudzinskas said. “We will increasingly see the use of embryo screening for severe cosmetic conditions.”
He said he would screen embryos for hair color or any cosmetic condition that caused distress to parents.
“If there is a cosmetic aspect to an individual case I would assess it on its merits. [Hair colour] can be a cause of bullying which can lead to suicide. With the agreement of the HFEA, I would do it.”
This is just baffling to me. Designer jeans are nothing more than the acting out of a desire to be fashionable and “with it.” Designer babies are even more nefarious, solely appealing to the ego. These parents don’t seem to be interested in having a child of their own as much as building a lab specimen. Remember that in order to create the perect child, many other imprefect children will be created and destroyed.
And the notion that hair color is a life changing factor because it leads to bullying and therefore suicide? By that logic no one should be born as any personal factor will lead to bullying. Bullies don’t bully because of a specific thing about a person; they bully because they want to bully. If someone wants to tease and pick on someone, they will. Everyone has something they’re sensitive about; bullies will find it and exploit it. No amount of genetic perfection will prevent that. By John Smith, Jr., May 8th 2007
I am getting the paper proof copy to edit and then will have Going Native ready in eBook form. On my FB page, those who friended me in a certain amount of time will be getting a free copy. One hundred and three people. Not to bad I don’t think since I probably only know about twenty-thirty of that number. I have others involved with groups I frequent so all totaled I will be giving away approximately two hundred books. Hopefully most will enjoy it. I will update everyone a few days before I put Going Native up on Amazon.
Here is a snippet of Going Native from the main character’s, Lexus, POV.
I jammed my hands under my armpits and crept on wooden legs toward the wall of shiny metal. My reflection watched me advance, hollow eyed and ashen. I gripped a handle. With a click, the door moved toward me. Eyes squeezed shut; I pulled the drawer the remainder of the way open. The clock on the wall ticked. My shirt was so damp it was as if I was draped in a wet blanket. And the smell, my nostrils flared. I wasn’t sure what it was, except that it was close to raw meat. Not repugnant, but not alive. Off—definitely off. The drawer moved, and my eyes flew open. I gasped. With a shudder, I turned away and retched. Pasty beige vomit splattered on my pant legs and onto my green hiking boots. A slender arm dangled in my peripheral vision. My eyes trailed upward to a young woman’s body. Lying across her still chest was a child. A tiny face with shadowed blue circles under closed eyes. I traced the shell of the baby’s ear and made the sign of a cross with my other hand over the mother and infant. A childhood prayer I had learned slipped from my lips.