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Sydney Rye and Blue exact justice with a vengeance--the dog doesn't die, but the bad guys do.
And it is AWESOME 😂
Building Your Empathy and Resilience Can Be Fun and Easy
The world is kinda of killing us right now...or we're killing it.
Either way, shit is fucked up.
What will save us?
Empathy and resilience.
How do you get those things?
Well, there are a lot of options and only a few musts:
❤️🔥 You must love yourself
❤️🔥 You must trust yourself
❤️🔥 You must do the same for others
I know what you're thinking: Love and trust myself and others? No wonder you're a fiction author, Lady. Keep dreaming. 😂
Trust me, I get it. I don't like people. I'm not a fan of the human race. Most of us are total assholes. Ugh. People! They are the worst.
We're destroying the planet.
Turning toward religious Fascism.
Oppressing SO many people.
How can you love and trust people?
With resilience—the ability to recover from people being dipshits over and over again. And empathy—the capacity to recognize that other people have reasons for being dipshits, and you can be one too.
Not a starting-an-insurrection-and-turning-toward-religious-fascism dip-shit, but we all have our cross to bear.
What builds empathy and resilience...you guessed it: Fiction! Yay. 🎉
Reading fiction is so fun, easy, and good for you. Not just you, it's good for the human freaking race--who we agree are totally annoying jerks but we still have to love them.
Replace doom scrolling with reading empowering fiction.
This is obviously a self serving recommendation since I am an author of empowering fiction. 😂 But when you have Sydney and Blue on your shoulders acting powerfully comes second nature.
📚 All you have to do is read 📚
Will reading my books solve all the worlds problems? Hell-to-the-no. But it will build your resilience and empathy so you can keep fighting. You know what is right and just. The Sydney Rye Mysteries give you a place where you're allowed to feel anger and joy, grief and strength. Where you can be human without having to deal with other humans. 😂
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Sydney Rye and Blue Exact Justice With A Vengeance
The Dog Doesn't Die But The Bad Guys Do
Listen/Read to an excerpt below
Audiobook narrated by Sonja Field
MY DOG once took a bullet that was intended for me. A bullet that ripped through his chest, narrowly missing his heart, and exited through his shoulder blade, effectively shattering it. This left him unconscious on the floor of my home. Amazingly, this bullet did not kill him.
Ten years ago I adopted Blue as a present to myself after I broke up with my boyfriend one hot, early summer night with the windows open and the neighborhood listening. The next morning I went straight to the pound in Bushwick, Brooklyn. Articles on buying your first dog tell you never to buy a dog on impulse. They want you to be prepared for this new member of your family, to understand the responsibilities and challenges of owning a dog. Going to the pound because you need some- thing in your life that's worth holding onto is rarely, if ever, mentioned.
I asked the man at the pound to show me the biggest dogs they had. He showed me some seven-week-old Rottweiler-German shepherd puppies that he said would grow to be quite large. Then he showed me a six-month-old shepherd that would get pretty big. Then he showed me Blue, the largest dog they had
The man called him a Collie mix and he was stuffed into the biggest cage they had, but he didn't fit. He was as tall as a Great Dane but much skinnier, with the snout of a collie, the markings of a Siberian husky, the ears and tail of a shepherd and the body of a wolf, with one blue eye and one brown. Crouched in a sitting position, unable to lie down, unable to sit all the way up, he looked at me from between the bars, and I fell in love.
"He's still underweight," the man in the blue scrubs told me as we looked at Blue. "I'll tell you, lady, he's pretty but he's skittish. He sheds, and I mean sheds. I don't think you want this dog." But I knew I wanted him. I knew I had to have him. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Blue cost me $108. I brought him home, and we lived together for years. He was, for most of our relationship, my only companion.
But when I first met Blue, a lifetime ago now, I had family and friends. I worked at a crappy coffeehouse.
I was young and lost; I was normal. Back then, at the beginning of this story, before I'd ever seen a corpse, before Blue saved my life, before I felt what it was like to kill someone in cold blood, I was still Joy Humbolt.
I'd never even heard the name Sydney Rye.
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