Freedom's Child

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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The open road gives you ample opportunity to think; in fact, the road forces reflection on a man . . . or woman, in my case. And it's a terrifying thing, my thoughts. With each thought, each idea, each regret that makes my blood curdle, I accelerate, I race fast enough on the motorcycle so my demons can't catch me, but they always seem just a step ahead of the game, always there to entertain my sin.

hate

anything

Disclaimer: I received this book from the good people at Blogging for Books for this review.