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PublishAmerica
ISBN: 1-4137-2453-1
October 2004
General Fiction
Reviewed By Michelle Dragalin & Tami Brady
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Michelle: Karen Sanders is a young woman working at a coffee shop to earn extra money. She has a trust fund, but needs that little extra to make life comfortable. Travis Miller is a writer who spends his day at the coffee shop writing. He does not talk to the staff, but when the waiters come over, he gives them a $20 bill for coffee and to be left alone. Neither character has had a good life; each has his or her own demons from the past, which the story deals with as it goes back and forth between the characters. As the story develops and progresses toward the ending, the author joins the characters together to work through their individual demons. The author did a nice job in describing the places and really bringing them alive. In some cases, they were almost an essential part of the story. The descriptors that Mr. Palmer used really put the reader in the location, and it felt like he included the reader as an additional character. The reader could be have been having a coffee while the main characters were conducting the main action. This very visual representation added a great deal to the story. While the author’s descriptions were a definite plus, the beginning of the story hooked me. I really liked the premise of the story coming back to the setting, each time there was a point of view change. As the story progressed, I settled in for what I thought would be a good read, but the characters in THE LAST PAGE didn’t match the setting. It was unfortunate that a story that really had a lot going for it at the beginning just didn’t live up to its premise.
Tami: Karen
Sanders works at the Coffee Cove. For the most part she enjoys her job,
the people are friendly, the pay is adequate, and she gets to people
watch all day. Often as Karen watches people, she tries to figure out
their story. Actually she's pretty good Travis
is a regular at the Coffee Cove. Everyday, around ten o'clock, he comes
into the café, sits at the second table from the counter, takes out his
laptop computer, and starts to type. The introvert never
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