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Author<\/h2>\nMichael Golvach<\/p>\n
I am a freelance writer, living in Grayslake Illinois. I am the child of a non-digital age. I am the author of several books, screenplays and many short stories.<\/p>\n
Visit me at http:\/\/mikegolvach.com<\/a><\/p>\n Mandi Wexler grew up in a dysfunctional household, suffering unspeakable abuse. As she grew older, she lost more and more pieces of her soul until at last she matured into a hollow, haunted shell of a human being. Now she is an abused automaton who bends to the will of vicious and evil men, shutting out the good in the world and resigning herself to a life of misery, giving up all hope of becoming the vibrant young woman she could have been.<\/p>\n Michael Skyler grew up in a military family, becoming used to never setting down roots, never alone yet always lonely, but never lacking for love and care. When he meets Mandi, he finds himself deeply drawn to her, even though he is hard pressed to explain why. Mandi tries her best to drive Michael away, not wanting him to see the scars on her body and soul. But the more Michael pursues her, the more she finds herself falling for him.<\/p>\n Yet winning Mandi’s love is not going to be easy for Michael, even if he can help free her from her self-imposed enslavement, for deep within Mandi lurks personal demons more menacing than any man ever could be. Will Michael be driven away by Mandi’s dark secret, or will his love finally help Mandi replace the missing pieces of her heart?<\/p>\n Missing Pieces is the latest novel from author Michael Golvach. Although it is a love story at its core, it deals with the subject of abuse on many levels and may be disturbing for some readers.<\/p>\n “Beguilingly intelligent with a powerful moral dimension, Missing Pieces is the latest release from Michael Golvach. A slick and facile novel he is completely at ease with his narrative, never striving for effect but careful to be sure we get the message. There’s a humane sensibility always bubbling beneath the surface that’s simultaneously sympathetic and fiercely judgmental and one quickly gets the sense that there’s something needful and anguished going on, sometimes veering towards disturbing as we come to know more about Mandi’s abuse. Emotionally charged, Golvach’s characters are strong and believable as further aspects of their back stories are revealed and it’s to his credit that he achieves an equitable balance between show and tell. On this level it’s a chilling reminder of an unfortunate truth that no one comes away from severe childhood trauma unscathed and Mandi’s internal angst is handled with as much complexity as Golvach’s underlying theme. A powerful and thought provoking read that will linger well beyond the last page, Missing Pieces is one of those novels you will want to talk about. Certainly deserving of a place on yourbookshelf it is strongly recommended.” (BookViral)<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re really a very sweet man,\u201d she replied. \u201cAnd you remember me?\u201d He didn\u2019t answer and she didn\u2019t look quite sure. \u201cI don\u2019t think you could have, but you\u2019re so very kind, aren\u2019t you? You\u2019d rather tell a lie than hurt a stranger\u2019s feelings. I don\u2019t understand it, but it\u2019s a beautiful quality.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust, if you take anything away from this encounter…\u201d He began moving in to frame her face with his hands. Keeping them at a safe distance. \u201cJust remember that there\u2019s someone out there who thinks you are something special. No matter what you say to him.\u201d<\/p>\n She laughed meekly. A smile crept over her face and he could see unfeigned joy in her exposed eye. \u201cI remember when you paid me a similar compliment yesterday. You didn\u2019t mean to say it out loud, or for me to have heard it, and you were embarrassed when you realised I had. So, I do believe that you mean it when you say… That\u2019s very sweet of you, and I would truly…\u201d<\/p>\n The wind blew a little stronger, wafting pretentious blue sand out of its rectangular prison, and lifting her babushka up slightly.<\/p>\n In that briefest of moments, he saw the place where her right eye should have been. But there was nothing there except what looked like a white patch surrounded by slightly bruised flesh. His face betrayed what he\u2019d seen. A micro-expression of fright, invisible to most people\u2019s attention, but not to hers. She\u2019d seen it too many times before.<\/p>\n \u201cBut, maybe not,\u201d she pouted, pulling the babushka tight. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to feel bad. I know you saw it. You don\u2019t have to pretend like you didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut…\u201d he began, not knowing what to say next. What prepares you for something as unusual as that? \u201cI didn\u2019t say anything.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cExactly,\u201d she answered. \u201cYou\u2019re a sweet young man. You really are.\u201d She reached up with her left hand and pulled his face down toward her, kissing him quickly on the cheek. \u201cYou\u2019re very kind. You may go now. You don\u2019t have to explain. It\u2019s all right, really.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut, I\u2019m not…\u201d He was stuttering again. Beginning to follow after her. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean anything. It just took me by surprise.\u201d She looked back at him as she continued on her way. A tear had started running from her left eye. \u201cIt didn\u2019t change anything. I still want to get to know you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd then what?\u201d she asked, stopping suddenly, but not returning, as he continued to slowly approach. \u201cWe\u2019ll be the best of friends? We\u2019ll lounge about and watch movies on cable television together?\u201d She shook her head. \u201cLook. Listen. I\u2019ve been around me a lot longer than you have, so trust me when I tell you I know how this works out. And then believe me when I tell you that I\u2019m really not mad at you, and I don\u2019t think any less of you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut you\u2019re\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not normal.\u201d Her scream was hushed, but it carried the same power. The same force as if she\u2019d yelled it from a mountain top.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n http:\/\/mikegolvach.com<\/a><\/p>\nDescription<\/h2>\n
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