Three Shoeboxes by Steven Manchester ~ GIVEAWAY!!




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ABOUT THE BOOK -
Mac Anderson holds life in the palm of his hand. He has a beautiful wife, three loving children, a comfortable home, and a successful career. Everything is perfectā€”or so it seems. Tragically, Mac is destined to learn that any sense of security can quickly prove false. Because an invisible enemy called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder has invaded Macā€™s fragile mind and it is about to drop him to his knees. He does all he can to conceal his inner chaos, but to no avail. Left to contend with ignorance, an insensitive justice system, and the struggles of an invisible disease, he loses everythingā€”most importantly his family.

One shoebox might store an old pair of sneakers. Two shoeboxes might contain a lifetime of photographs. But in Three Shoeboxes, a fatherā€™s undying love may be just enough to make things right again.
 

Details

Genre: Women's Fiction
Published by: The Story Plant
Publication Date: June 12th 2018
Number of Pages: 285
ISBN: 1611882605 (ISBN13: 9781611882605)

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Pre-publication endorsements:
ā€œCompelling and emotional, Three Shoeboxes takes readers on a heart-wrenching journey through some of lifeā€™s toughest challenges, always with the ever-present sense of the transforming power of love and hope. Three Shoeboxes is Steven Manchester at his finest.ā€ - Carla Neggers, NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author, Harbor Island and Echo Lake ā€œ
Raw, moving and brutally honestā€”Steven Manchester takes you on an emotional rollercoaster. Grab your tissues for this heart-wrenching storyā€”better yet, grab a box full!ā€ - Tanya Anne Crosby, NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author, The Girl Who Stayed "
Three Shoeboxes is a compassionate, accessible portrait of a vitally important topic, PTSD, how it affects the sufferer and the familyā€”and how to find hope and healing." - Jenna Blum, NYT & International Bestselling Author, Those Who Save Us and Storm Chasers ā€œ
Three Shoeboxes is terrific writing. Manchesterā€™s protagonistā€™s life becomes nightmarish, his rage palpable, and his ultimate redemption breathtaking. It was enough to bring this reader to tears.ā€ - John Lansing, #1 Bestselling Author, The Devilā€™s Necktie  

Read an excerpt:

Mac jumped up, panting like an obese dog suffering in a heat wave. His heart drummed out of his chest. Startled from a sound sleep, he didnā€™t know what was wrong. He leapt out of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom. He couldnā€™t breathe. He couldnā€™t think. Thereā€™s something wrong, he finally thought, Iā€¦I need help. He searched frantically for an enemy. There was none. As he stared at the frightened man in the mirror, he considered calling out to his sleeping wife. She has enough to worry about with the kids, he thought, but was already hurrying toward her. ā€œJen,ā€ he said in a strained whisper.
She stirred but didnā€™t open her eyes.
The constricted chest, sweaty face and shaking hands made Mac wonder whether he was standing at deathā€™s door, cardiac arrest being his ticket in. I have to do something now, he thought, or Iā€™m a goner. ā€œJen,ā€ he said louder, shaking her shoulder.
One eye opened. She looked up at him.
ā€œItā€™s happening again,ā€ he said in a voice that could have belonged to a frightened little boy.
Jen shot up in bed. ā€œWhat is it?ā€
ā€œIā€¦I canā€™t breathe. My heart keeps fluttering and I feelā€¦ā€
ā€œIā€™m calling an ambulance,ā€ she said, fumbling for her cell phone.
ā€œNo,ā€ he said instinctively, ā€œitā€™ll scare the kids.ā€
She looked up at him like he was crazy.
ā€œIā€™ll go to the emergency room right now!ā€ Grabbing for a pair of pants, he started to slide into them.
Jen sprang out of the bed. ā€œIā€™ll call my mom and have her come over to watch the kids. In the meantime, Jillian canā€¦ā€
Mac shook his foggy head, halting her. ā€œNo, Iā€™m okay to drive,ā€ he said, trying to breathe normally.
ā€œBut babe,ā€ she began to protest, fear glassing over her eyes.
ā€œIā€™ll text you as soon as I get there,ā€ he promised, ā€œand then call you just as soon as they tell me what the hellā€™s going on.ā€
Jenā€™s eyes filled. ā€œOh Macā€¦ā€
He shot her a smile, at least he tried to, before rushing out of the house and hyperventilating all the way to the hospital.
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Iā€™m here, Mac texted Jen before shutting off the ringer on his phone.
The scowling intake nurse brought him right in at the mention of ā€œchest pains.ā€ Within minutes, the E.R. staff went to work like a well-choreographed NASCAR pit crew, simultaneously drawing blood while wiring his torso to a portable EKG machine.
As quickly as the team had responded, they filed out of the curtained room. A young nurse, yanking the sticky discs from Macā€™s chest, feigned a smile. ā€œTry to relax, Mr. Anderson. It may take a little bit before the doctor receives all of your test results.ā€
For what seemed like forever, Mac sat motionless on the hospital gurney, a white curtain drawn around him. I hope it isnā€™t my heart, he thought, the kids are still so young and they needā€¦
ā€œWho do we have in number four?ā€ a female voice asked just outside of Macā€™s alcove.
Mac froze to listen in.
ā€œSome guy who came in complaining of chest pains,ā€ another voice answered at a strained whisper. ā€œTest results show nothing. Just another anxiety attack.ā€
No way, Mac thought, not knowing whether he should feel insulted or relieved.
ā€œLike we have time to deal with that crap,ā€ the first voice said. ā€œCan you imagine if men had to give birth?ā€
Both ladies laughed.
No frigginā€™ way, Mac thought before picturing his wifeā€™s frightened face. She must be worried sick. But I canā€™t call her without talking to the doctor. Sheā€™dā€¦
The curtain snapped open, revealing a young man in a white lab coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck.
This kid canā€™t be a doctor, Mac thought, the world suddenly feeling like it had been turned upside down.
ā€œYour heart is fine, Mr. Anderson,ā€ the doctor quickly reported, his eyes on his clipboard. ā€œIā€™m fairly certain you suffered a panic attack.ā€ He looked up and grinned, but even his smile was rushed. ā€œSometimes the symptoms can mirror serious physical ailments.ā€
Mac was confused, almost disappointed. So, what I experienced wasnā€™t serious? he asked in his head.
The young man scribbled something onto a small square pad, tore off the top sheet and handed it to Mac. ā€œThisā€™ll make you feel better,ā€ he said, prescribing a sedative that promised to render Mac more useless than the alleged attack.
ā€œUmmmā€¦okay,ā€ Mac said, his face burning red.
The doctor nodded. ā€œStress is the number one cause of these symptoms,ā€ he concluded. ā€œDo you have someone you can talk to?ā€
Mac returned the nod, thinking, I need to get the hell out of here. Although he appreciated the concern, he was mired in a state of disbelief. Iā€™m a master of the corporate rat race, he thought, unable to accept the medicine manā€™s spiel. If anyone knows how to survive stress, itā€™s me.
ā€œThatā€™s great,ā€ the doctor said, vanishing as quickly as heā€™d appeared.
My problem is physical, Mac confirmed in his head, it has to be. He finished tying his shoes.
Pulling back the curtain, he was met by the stare of several female nurses. He quickly applied his false mask of strength and smiled. A panic attack, he repeated to himself. When put into words, the possibility was chilling.
The nurses smiled back, each one of them wearing the same judgmental smirk.
With his jacket tucked under his arm, Mac started down the hallway. Sure, he thought, I have plenty of people I can talk to. He pulled open the door that led back into the crowded waiting room. That is, if I actually thought it was anxiety.
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Mac sat in the parking lot for a few long minutes, attempting to process the strange events of the last several days. Although he felt physically tired, there werenā€™t any symptoms or residual effects of the awful episodes heā€™d experiencedā€”not a trace of the paralyzing terror I felt. And they just came out of the blue. He shook his head. How can it not be physical? He thought about the current state of his life. Work is work, itā€™s always going to come with a level of stress, but thatā€™s nothing out of the ordinary. He shook his head again. I just donā€™t get it. He grabbed his cell phone and called Jen. ā€œHi, itā€™s me.ā€
ā€œAre you okay?ā€ she asked, the worry in her voice making him feel worse.
ā€œIā€™m fine, babe.ā€
ā€œFine?ā€ she said, confused. ā€œWhat did the doctor say?ā€
ā€œHe said itā€™s not my heart.ā€
ā€œOh, thank God.ā€
Her reactionā€”although completely understandableā€”struck him funny, making him feel like the boy who cried wolf.
ā€œSo what is it then?ā€ she asked.
He hesitated, feeling oddly embarrassed to share the unbelievable diagnosis.
ā€œMac?ā€
ā€œThe doctor thinks it was aā€¦a panic attack.ā€
This time, she paused. ā€œA panic attack?ā€ she repeated, clearly searching for more words. Then, as a born problem solver, she initiated her usual barrage of questions. ā€œDid they give you something for it? Is there any follow up?ā€
ā€œYes, and maybe.ā€
ā€œWhat does that mean?ā€
ā€œHe gave me pills that Iā€™d rather not take if I donā€™t need to. And he suggested I go talk to someone.ā€
ā€œTalk to someone? You mean like a therapist?ā€
ā€œIā€™m pretty sure thatā€™s what he meant.ā€
ā€œOh,ā€ she said, obviously taken aback. ā€œThen thatā€™s exactly what you should do.ā€
ā€œI donā€™t knowā€¦ā€
ā€œIs there something bothering you I donā€™t know about, Mac,ā€ she asked, ā€œbecause you can talk to me, too, you know.ā€
ā€œI know, babe. But thereā€™s nothing bothering me, honest.ā€ He took a deep breath. ā€œFor what itā€™s worth, I donā€™t buy the anxiety attack diagnosis.ā€
ā€œWell, whatever you were feeling this morning was real enough, right? I could see it in your face. It wouldnā€™t hurt anything for you to go talk to someone.ā€ She still sounded scared and he hated it.
ā€œMaybe not,ā€ he replied, appeasing her. In the back of his head, though, he was already contemplating how much he should continue to share with herā€”or protect her from. ā€œI need to get to work,ā€ he said.
ā€œWhy donā€™t you just take the day off and relax?ā€ she suggested.
Here we go, he thought. ā€œI wish I could, babe,ā€ he said, ā€œbut we have way too much going on at the office right now.ā€
ā€œAnd maybe thatā€™s part of your problem,ā€ she said.
ā€œIā€™ll be fine, Jen,ā€ he promised. ā€œWeā€™ll talk when I get home, okay?ā€
ā€œOkay.ā€
ā€œLove you,ā€ he said.
ā€œAnd I love you,ā€ she said in a tone intended for him to remember it.
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Excerpt from Three Shoeboxes by Steven Manchester. Copyright Ā© 2018 by Steven Manchester. Reproduced with permission from The Story Plant. All rights reserved.
 

Author Bio:


Steven ManchesterSteven Manchester is the author of the #1 bestsellers Twelve Months, The Rockinā€™ Chair, Pressed Pennies, and Gooseberry Island, the national bestseller Ashes, and the novels Goodnight, Brian and The Changing Season. His work has appeared on NBCā€™s Today Show, CBSā€™s The Early Show, CNNā€™s American Morning, and BETā€™s Nightly News. Recently, three of Manchesterā€™s short stories were selected ā€œ101 Bestā€ for the Chicken Soup for the Soul series.

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MY THOUGHTS -
Wow! Great job Steve!!  I think I have read 9 of Steve's books and I will have to say - this is my favorite so far! I don't really know why. What is it about a book that makes you like one more than another? I guess I just connected with this one. It was about a husband's PTSD and anxiety attacks. I have never personally known anyone who has gone through this. So it wasn't personal for me in that way. It just felt so real for me!

The beginning was breaking my heart. To see Mac and his family fall apart like that was so sad. Half way through I was in tears (well sobbing really LOL) and I really didn't expect that. But you know I do love books that make me cry. I am so glad that the author chose to let us in on Mac's thoughts. If he hadn't done this I would have thought Mac was a real jerk! When really he was sick, he couldn't help it. He was really struggling on the inside. Personally I don't think his wife was handling it very well, but I don't know how I would react if it were me. Maybe I wouldn't do any batter. but she just seemed to be adding to the problem and that made me feel for Mac all the more.

I really love the children as well. I thought the author did a great job portraying them. I think their reactions to their father's sudden outbursts were spot on.

I guess a good word for this story is - relevant. It is relevant, important, and very real.
I highly recommend this one!
A huge two thumbs up!



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  1. I thought this was so powerful in the message. I will admit, the tears were flowing for me too.

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