Your Memberships & Subscriptions
Red Mountain: A Novel (Red Mountain Chronicles Book 1) Kindle Edition
Enter your mobile number or email address below and we'll send you a link to download the free Kindle App. Then you can start reading Kindle books on your smartphone, tablet, or computer - no Kindle device required.
To get the free app, enter your mobile phone number.
"For fans of women's fiction such as Nicholas Sparks's and Kristin Hannah's work." - Library Journal
"Boo Walker writes from the hip. Here's what I love about that, particularly when it comes to the narrative and the dialogue of his latest book, Red Mountain: it's sexy and unexpected, and the endings (for there are several) are thank goodness far from saccharine sweet." - Forbes
"Captivating, wonderful read, can't wait for the next one! The complexity of the characters keep you fully engaged, a true page-turner." - NJ Simonton
"Read it. You will be forever changed." - S. Meyers
"If only Pat Conroy was alive, he'd be singing your praises! It's like some of the characters from Beach Music or South of Broad had some friends that picked up and moved west to the wine country of Red Mountain! One finds oneself laughing and crying with these characters while at the same time wanting to smack or hug them!! It's absolutely one of the best books I've ever read!" - K. Timmons
"Rarely am I so engrossed by a novel that the world stops for a couple of days. This was one of those books. The characters were real and relatable, and the writing so polished that at times I forgot I was reading at all and felt I was there beside my new friends." - W. Wanner
From the Author
Like so many of you, my whole world changed the day the towers fell. Not in the way you might think though. I used to play the banjo professionally, but a career-ending hand disorder called focal dystonia sent me scrambling to pick up the pieces. It all started on 9/11/2001.
My struggle pales in comparison to those who lost loved ones, and 9/11 is certainly about them and the people who died and those brave souls who stepped up to assist in so many beautiful ways.
But I posted the below note in a Facebook group of musicians who suffer from FD and thought that I might share with you too. We are all facing our own focal dystonias, especially right now.
9/11/2001 was the day I first experienced focal dystonia symptoms. I had just moved to Nashville with a band of great friends, and we were heading into the studio to record our first big album. I drank my coffee, warmed up on the banjo, then turned on the news. The first tower had been hit. Banjo in hand, I watched in utter disbelief. We considered canceling our studio session, but our producer urged us to come in. It was the opening day of a week-long session.
I can't remember the exact moment, but during the recording of our first song that day ("Ramblin' Fever"), I remember thinking that my index finger wasn't doing what I was telling it to do. I pretty quickly told the guys that something was going on, and we chalked it up to studio jitters.
That night, I read about focal dystonia on Google and knew I had it. It took a lot of money and doctors (of all varieties) before I was finally diagnosed at Johns Hopkins a year later. Though some lucky souls have found their way around the disorder, there is no cure. Shortly after accepting my fate, I left the band and Nashville with a sad heart and a broken spirit.
They say something stressful triggers FD. I'll always wonder if seeing the towers fall on television was my moment.
I've had bursts since when I've decided to find a way through it. Switched picking hands, Botox, worked with some of the best doctors in the field, read every book I could find, etc. For whatever reason, I still haven't broken through. Maybe one day. I don't play much anymore, as my symptoms are as strong as ever.
But... focal dystonia sure did give me a lot of good.
I wouldn't have found my wife had I not left Nashville, and we wouldn't have adopted our son. I can't even FATHOM a world where those two aren't by my side.
I wouldn't have found my calling either, which is writing novels. After a few years of a serious decline emotionally, physically, and spiritually, I finally came to peace with my diagnosis. I dug out of my hole and found my muse in writing. No, I can't play the banjo as fast I used to, and I wish like all hell that I could. I still tear up thinking about the thousands of hours I put into my instrument, but I'm grateful for my broken road and what ultimately led me to my place now.
To all of you with FD, hell, for anyone who is struggling right now, I have an inkling of what you're going through. Even if you can't overcome whatever your focal dystonia is (I hope you can), there is abundant and beautiful light ahead. For the record, I'm 41, and I'm not giving up. One day my fingers will fly again. In the meantime, I'm having a ball playing electric guitar and teaching my son his first chords.
Thanks for listening.
- ASIN : B01MEEWFIC
- Publisher : Sandy Run Press (October 13, 2016)
- Publication date : October 13, 2016
- Language : English
- File size : 1368 KB
- Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 370 pages
- Lending : Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank: #3,787 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
- Customer Reviews:
Reviews with images
Top reviews from the United States
There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later.
The sick part of the end is that everyone (except the one couple) winds up staying together. These are morally corrupt, self-centered adults who in two instances are raising children. It is the children who uncover all the cheating and make the adults fess up. At the end everyone forgives the cheaters when they say, "I'm not perfect". Even the kids seem alright with know lingering problems or doubts. The sickness grows when one of the good characters is in jeopardy and may die as the book ends! Its a fricken cliffhanger. Uggh.
I feel cheated of the hours I invested in the first 3/4 of the book. I will never read this author's books again.
There were too many characters as well, but I was willing to keep reading since the characters were well drawn and entertaining. I took 1 star for that.
The story didn't exactly leave me hanging. It seems the serenity of Joan the shaman rubbed me just right that though I have questions left unanswered, I know that everything will be alright.
Red Mountain in Washington state is a small vineyard town and as a novel featured the colorful lives of its residents.
Otis and Brooks are like father and son; Otis saving Brooks from a sorry life on the streets to help him become an excellent winemaker like himself.
Joan is a breath of fresh air to her friends. A shaman who helped people find healing. To Otis, she not only directed him towards healing; she was also his reason to love again.
Margot was broken but was made whole again when she learned to forgive.
There are more in the cast of characters, but you get the picture. Red Mountain is the story of small town neighbors who each have their own struggles, but like the wine they produce, got better with age in dealing with themselves and with each other.