Similar authors to follow
See more recommendations
About Cristina G.
Being the eleventh child (and a seventh daughter) of a farmer, Cristina thought her life path was sealed until she read "Les Misérables" by Victor Hugo and dreamed of being a writer.
If you like her stories, hit follow on Goodreads (https://goo.gl/uuvmsh) and here, connect with her on social networks: https://twitter.com/authorcristinag, & https://www.facebook.com/authorcristinag.
Spread the love as she does.
To know more about Cristina and her initiatives, go to https://authorcristinag.blogspot.com.
Customers Also Bought Items By
I am an immigrant, like you maybe, and this is my truth about immigration. A true story. A story of many... Too many. Is it yours too?
You too are a prisoner of geography who lives in a world of racism without racists?
If the answer is Yes, my heart goes out to you.
Discrimination, prejudice, exploitation, and abuse are what I know best. For the world, I am a human of inferior birth, but I know that is not true.
I don’t want to take anything from you. I just want what’s mine by birthright. I deserve to be considered human. A human like you.
This true story of survival is a work in progress.
17 years ago, after living under a very oppressive communist regime, I left my homeland for the first time.
I didn’t want to abandon my parents and the only reality I knew.
I cried in despair thinking I will never go back. I hated my destiny... my siblings’ destinies. None of us wanted to leave.
I know I am one of the lucky ones. I didn’t cross oceans and seas in shipwrecks.
I didn’t walk for thousands of kilometres as some of the people I know.
I didn’t live in barracks and ate from a trash bin.
My heart goes out to all these humans who went through unthinkable situations in the pursuit of happiness.
I have been treated in diverse ways during these years, but seldom fairly.
For many, too many, I am a human of inferior birth, not worthy of consideration.
- I have no country now. No identity.
- I feel like I don’t belong anywhere.
- I feel like the world doesn’t want me.
I haven’t seen my eight (remaining) siblings all together in seventeen years.
I know that only a tragedy will reunite us. But I don’t want that tragedy. I want to hug my siblings and have lunch with them. And I want to visit my dearest’s brother tomb and leave a flower on it to make him realise we haven’t forgotten him. He will live in our hearts forever.
The UK, the country I love very much, has voted "Leave."
- Should I pack my bags?
- Should I give up my dream?
- Nobody wants Romanians. Is there anywhere I could go?
- How am I going to provide for my octogenarian parents who survived the Second World War and raised ten children under an oppressive communist regime?
- Is it really true that this world is not for people like me?
- What should I do?
- What can I do?
- What would You do if you were me?
- Would you dare to ask for your human and civil rights?
- Would you cry and feel alone in the whole universe?
I hope you’ll ne
Bigotry, still a plague in the 21st century. We live in a world of racism without racists.
This memoir is a desperate scream of a human of inferior birth, a prisoner of geography.
I am a very shy person, humble and respectful, so when that woman (blueblood descendant) cleaned the floor with my human essence, I had no power, knowledge, or desire to defend myself. All I could think about was that I wished to be dead.
“Useless Romanian!” she shouted every time she saw me. “Stay out of my sight! You make me feel sick. You shouldn’t have been allowed to come here.”
I didn’t dare to say a word, to look at her, or to even cry. I just prayed to God to take me from this world because I didn’t fit into it.
A naïve farmer’s daughter, who never saw a computer before the age of 24, goes to Italy,
one of the most beautiful countries in the world.
Here, her dreams turn into a perpetual nightmare. Everything and everyone is against her.
Attractive, single, and humble she becomes a target of unfaithful men and an innocent victim of their wives.
Alone, terrified, abused and on the edge of insanity, she contemplates death. But the love for her family stops her.
Slavery at the end of the 20th century, exploitation, tears, solitude, mockery, phobias, are the key points of this poignant story of survival. Many immigrants and emigrants, especially women, will relate to it.
Update on 16th of July 2017 – If you bought this book after this date, you don't have to read "The Missing Chapter" published on its own. This second version has this chapter included. Enjoy.
“What are these, Mum?” I curiously asked. “Balls? But you don't play with balls! You can give them to Sebi,” (my little brother).
My mother burst into tears and I couldn't understand why.
I've never seen an orange before, maybe only on television, but as it was the black and white era, I didn't know they were in fact orange! There were many things we didn't see or imagined during the communist regime. We only knew how to work the land, follow the rules without questioning, and praise the leaders of the country.
Every time I peel an orange, that memory comes back exactly as that evening when I was overwhelmed by pain from seeing my mother crying, and by happiness when understanding why she reacted so.
A memoir packed with inspirational true to fact stories of a Romanian woman born and raised during one of the most oppressive communist regimes of Eastern Europe. Communism is an outstanding theory on paper – a Utopia – in reality, is slavery. Farmers’ children were required to work the land to reach the targets and pay the debts made by the irrational dictator. Oppression, persecution, censure, austerity brought people to their knees. The population kept in the dark, deprived of dignity and freedom, revolted in the end. On the 25th of December 1989, Nicolae and Elena Ceausescu – the leaders of the Republic Socialist of Romania – were shot dead. Romanians were free. However, “be careful what you wish for.”
This memoir and Ten Years in Italy, Three Weeks a Human are gathered in Humans Cursed by Geography in the Pursuit of Happiness.
The darkest thoughts of a hopeless author, the fears, the blindness of the mind, the self-sabotage and self-destruction feelings are all exposed without refrain.
Phobias, guilt, the sense of not belonging, the imposter syndrome, worthlessness, emptiness, hopelessness, are all devastating emotions that many of us know well.
"To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow..." Andy Williams
What about aphantasia?
Picturing images in the mind is a supernatural power, a key to success, that not all humans possess.
Can you see the light at the end of the tunnel?
I can't right now.
How do I get out?
I am the master of my destiny.
When God created humankind, He gave everyone the gift of procreation.
Then it was betrayal, pain, and chaos.
Women in terrible pain realised that they were different from most.
They were deprived of this primordial right.
Angry, exhausted and in agony they live the inferno on earth.
Do you recognise yourself?
I know how you feel. My heart goes out to you.
This illness memoir is for you. It’s filled with practical, inexpensive, and very useful recommendations. The power is in your hands.
Endometriosis and vulvodynia are mysterious maladies, extremely invalidating both physically and psychologically.
The road to the correct diagnosis is a calvary. For years, women around the world are lead to believe that they are insane, not broken.
That’s why I distanced myself from doctors and decided to take a holistic approach. I am reborn now. And you can be too.
Stop crying, precious woman, there is always hope.
You are worthy of love.
You can find peace and purpose without being a mother.
Being an author has always been your dream, but everybody told you’re insane, right?
I know the feeling.
The competition is ferocious, the readers are the leaders. It’s a grim time to be an author, but it’s also the perfect time.
I am here to tell that your dream is possible… if you work hard and never give up.
- Faith is what you need first.
- Self-esteem is second.
- Self-confidence comes with knowledge.
To build these, you need time, determination, and self-discipline.
You can be whatever you want to be.
Perhaps you already are a storyteller.
- Have you written anything yet?
- How many books have you published?
- Are they popular or nobody knows about them?
- Have you already given up or are you close to failing into misery?
Been there, done that. This book is for you.
For a person with a huge dream, like you and me, there is no writer’s block. For us there is fatigue, frustration, hopefulness & disappointment.
- Cry if you must.
- Scream if you feel the need.
- Then take a deep breath and start over. Again, and again and again.
It’s not over until you get where you crave to be.
The genre you chose is not that important because there is a market for every book, every story, and every author.
- Learn from those who have the experience. Nothing is too small or too big.
- Motivation and inspiration are very easy to find.
- Time is not a boomerang, waste it wisely. The only moment you’ve got is Now.
- Don’t build your fame destroying others. Another author is not an enemy. He is a dreamer just like you.
- Be truthful to your human essence. Follow the Golden Rule: recognise, appreciate, and respect.
Make no mistake, the universe will return what you give.
Half my Age Plus Seven – Too Good to be True – is
the sequel to the companion romance novel with the subtitle A Sinful
A contemporary inspirational romance with many key points:
- Older women have the right to love younger boys
- Men from Mars can learn the Venusian language
- Men are not all alike, neither are women
- A good man is hard to find
- Love is letting go of fear
- Love is all you need
- Love is beautiful
- Love is oxygen
- Love is darkness
- Love hurts
- Love is never enough
- Love is the power
- Nothing is too good to be true
- Love has no ending
A love inspired romance and a rhapsody of love and hope. Only for the
Drefan is a sensitive and sensible person,
committed and wise, loving and funny. He knows when to speak and when to stay
silent. The ideal man for many women on the planet. Tara plunges body and soul
into a perfectly imperfect union. Bliss, sacrifice, consistency. A doubt
torments her: Is it too good to be true?
A telephone ringing. “It’s not mine.” A roar. Oblivion. Thousands of
“I am sorry… Come back to me. The world is empty without you. Mi reina,
Teardrops. Perfidy. Tremendous loss.
“So, so tired. I want to go home.”
“I thought I was your home?”
“Who are you? I don't know you.”
Dysfunctional families with unfit parents and abusive
relationships are more common than we think. Children, women, and men are
emotionally abused every minute. Women who love too much suffer in silence and
break inside. A romance novel with twisted tales and romantic suspense.
My name is Beatrix, but you may call me Bea. I’m 40, single, and
utterly alone in this world. One day, in the
middle of May, I was walking on an empty alley in a park enjoying the beautiful
colours of mother nature. A child was moving among the flowers. I stopped and
looked around, but there was no other human than the little one. I didn’t know
what to do so I took the phone to call 112. Suddenly, the child spotted me and
started to run in my direction speaking words I couldn’t understand until she
got very close. “Mummy, mummy, where were you?”
A nurse came invited the visitors to leave. Dara cried when Ray
took her away. “I want to sleep with Mummy,” she screamed. The desperation in
her voice made my heart bleed. Ray didn’t regain his health yet, so he fumbled
and almost fell. I begged Dara to calm down.
“But I want to stay with you,” she cried.
“Me too, sweetheart. There is nothing in this entire world I would
like most. But I’ll come home soon.”
“Promise?” she said with hope.
While my father was lecturing me, I heard the sound of the whip hitting the poor animal who made a terrible jump upfront from pain. I closed my eyes for a second to hold back my tears. I felt the power of the strike on my back, and I shouted as loud as I could, “Stop, please, STOOOP, you are hurting him.”
My father grabbed my hand again and forced me to walk with him on the other side of the cart, away from my uncle who was saying to my father in disgust, “You have a very weird child, Giuseppe, not that the others were different. I have never seen anything like that. I pity you.”
My father ignored him and tried to reason with me, “Cristinuza, this is madness. He's just an animal. They don't have souls.”
I was sobbing in despair, “Who told you they don't have souls? But what does it matter? He’s made of flesh and bones just like us! When someone hits you, you feel pain. It's the same for them. It hurts, Papa, it hurts. The body suffers, not the soul. You know that.”
“You useless immigrants, coming to the hospital for every headache to spend our money,” she hissed through her teeth while pressing with force on my abdomen.
I screamed in pain. The look she gave me froze the blood in my veins. I was convinced she’ll kill me with the stethoscope.
“Get up and go pay the ticket. Tell me your name and date of birth,” she shouted.
“Cristina G., 14 November 1975,” I murmured more dead than alive.
“Hmm. Today is your birthday. Instead of celebrating you came here wasting my time.”
True to fact stories about people cursed by geography and discriminated by design. Communism, immigration, discrimination and abuse.
Ceausescu kept his nation in total dark and indigence. Children were sent to work the land to pay the debts the dictator made. Women encouraged to remain pregnant as often as possible. Then December of 1989 comes, and the communist leaders were shot dead on Christmas day. The country went into chaos. Freedom was not as people expected. The rich industry disintegrated at once. Schools were closed, forests were denuded… With faces covered in tears, we kissed our elderly parents and abandoned everything we knew on the pursuit of any future. Italy, one of the most beautiful countries in the world, was our main destination. However, Italians were not happy, and the inferno continued. We are humans without identity. Humans of inferior birth.
This manuscript gathers my previous memoirs from Romania and Italy: Oranges at Christmas in a Communist Country and Ten Years in Italy, Three Weeks a Human. If you read them, please skip this one.
God sighs and says to Peter, “I am on the edge of a
breakdown. I need a holiday. Now.”
Peter looks at this man with silver wavy hair and beard and
replies, “No can do, man.”
“I am not a man, Peter. You know this, and I am asking for a
break. I am exhausted, and can't think straight. People are unhappy, always
complaining, asking without giving, and I can’t stand this anymore. It’s an
“Sorry, God, but that's what you have signed for.”
“I haven't signed for this at all! Nobody asked me if I
wanted this job, I was born into it. It is not fair, and I demand a break now!”
In a universe where humans ignore what defines humanity and
mothers fail to love their offspring, there is a weary God watching over.
Children catapulted in the adulthood way too early. Unfit parents who blame them
for their broken lives. Dysfunctional families, abusive relationships,
siblings in distress, humans adrift. But also humorous stories with God, Peter
and Steve as protagonists. Nudism and communism. Tears and laughter.
Only for those who cherish emotions and real-life stories.
Is your life empty?
- Do you feel haunted by the past?
- Lonely, despondent and purposeless?
- In the clutches of depression?
- Are you out of hope and a step away from giving up breathing?
Every Day is a New beginning. Don’t make a resolution, make a habit!
Suicide is not the ultimate solution.You are strong and resourceful. Don’t pull the curtains just yet. There is always a way. Whatever situation you're facing today, You have the power to change it.
- Solitude is a gift, loneliness is a choice.
- Depression can be overcome.
- Happiness can be learned.
- Self-esteem and self-confidence can be built.
- Motivation and inspiration are in front of you.
- You can develop mental toughness.
- You can lose weight and find love.
- You can heal and transform your life.
Dreams come true if you don’t give up.
- You can’t control the weather, but you can learn to control your perception of it.
- You just have to believe you can!
- This self-help book is the reply to your Mayday.
- You are the master of your destiny.
- You are the placebo and the universe is on your side.
Take life in your own hands. All you need is within your reach. You can do it!
A motivation manifesto that speaks to you.
Personal development is a lifelong process.
Have you started working on yourself yet? Now is a good time for running.
You are what you believe.
Believe you’re happy and you’re halfway there!
My name is Tara. I am almost 38 years old. I just moved to England, and I am alone, scared, and hurt. My body is broken, and my heart is closed for romantic love. In my free time, I take care of an old man who needs help. He makes me feel… useful.
Then I meet Adrian. He is a 25-year-old English boy. I am so much older than him. He is courting me… but he is in a relationship. What does he want from me? Romance? I am no good for him, he is not good for me.
What would the society say? Is this even allowed?
We fight and we make love. I hate to love him. I curse and swear I will never do it again. I am one of the women who love too much. What am I going to do?
“I want to cook for you, Adrian. I want you to come home to me every evening. I want to walk with you on the street holding hands. I want to fall asleep in your arms. I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning and I want to make love to you like we did now. I am dying without you.”
“You said you didn't want a relationship. You want to keep it a secret. You are ashamed of me.”
“I said so many things, but never that I am ashamed. Why would I be ashamed?”
“I always knew I couldn't have you. You're out of my league, you're out of anyone's league.”
“What are you talking about? What do you mean? You cannot possibly think that. Can't you feel that I am crazy about you?”
“Yes, I know you are crazy about me, but your mind doesn't want to accept it. I am not good enough for you. You deserve someone better.”
“I only want you,” I said with tears in my eyes.
“You want me only when we are alone. In public, I mean nothing to you. You don't even see me.”
“You're the only one I see. There is no one else in this world for me. I now know that you'll always be in my heart. No matter where I'll be.”