Cross Roads of Logan Michaels Book Tour & Giveaway

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The Crossroads of Logan Michaels
by James M. Roberts
Genre: Coming of Age

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James Frey, best-selling author of A Million Little Pieces

After growing up heartbroken
with an endless series of struggles, Maria
Michaels creates a picture-perfect family of her own.
But
life changes too quickly, and she loses her grip on herself and her
two troubled sons. In spite of her desire to give them a better life,
they spiral downward on the paths they choose. They must fight
through sadness, mistakes and tragedy to find redemption and the love
that only a mother can give. Told from a dual perspective of mother
and son, we follow the family’s battles with divorce, drugs and
depression. You will laugh and cry, and probably want to call your
mom to tell her you love her.
 
 

James M. Roberts wanted to prove that you don’t need to be a college
scholar or a perfect writer to put your heart on paper even when it
is hurting the most. James’s experiences have inspired him to tell
his story in order to reach young readers suffering from insecurity,
sadness, and addiction. Not only did James drop out of high school,
but he also stumbled into deep depression early in his adolescent
life. Although he had been an all-star athlete, he was far from
happy. He ended up making regrettable choices in order to feel a
sense of belonging and worth, especially following his parents’
separation. Through it all, James knew that one day he was going to
share his “misery” with the world. He struggled through
life’s lessons and finally put himself through college to earn a
business degree and currently has a successful career in sales. James
finished his first rough draft at twenty-five while in college. Five
years later he erased all 200,000 words and started from scratch. He
currently resides in Woburn, Massachusetts, where he continues to
thrive and develop his writing.
 

Being in a new town, and leaving all of my old friends, scared me. I knew I was good at baseball and
basketball, but I worried whether I would still be good in North Andover.
Summer was ending, but I couldn’t complain. We’d had fun times camping in Maine, while my little
brother, Jared, and I got into mischief. My friends from Andover called me and said we should still hang
out, even though we would be in different towns.
The summer came to an end and I was ready for third grade at my new school. Monday arrived and I
looked out the window at the playground and saw all the kids. Living across the street from the school
wasn’t all that bad. I grabbed my bag and kissed my mother and high-fived my dad before walking over to
the school yard. There was a steep hill I slowly ran down, and then I ran across a field of kids kicking a
soccer ball. I aimlessly walked around, checking out the playground, kicking my feet, and watching the
kids play before the bell rang. Our house was so close that I could see my mom staring through the
window at me.
The bell rang as I watched kids line up. We “pledged allegiance” outside and then walked to class. Being
the new kid sucks, I thought, as I sat down next beside a boy named Grant.
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Logan,” I said.
“Got a last name?”
“Michaels. My name is Logan Michaels.”
“You play any sports?”
“Yeah, baseball and basketball,” I replied.
“You any good?”
I laughed and said, “Let’s play at recess and find out.”
Recess arrived; we grabbed the basketball immediately and ran over to the hoops. After a couple of shots,
the fifth-graders came over and tried to kick us off the court. Grant and I were not giving up that easily,
though, and we said, “Let’s play for it.”
They laughed as they confidently threw the ball to me.
I caught it and shot. SWISH!! The game started out with two people watching, and by the end of recess,
Grant and I had the whole recess crowd around us cheering. “ICE! ICE! ICE!” the older kids yelled. My
last shot was in the air as everyone was watching: game point and SWISH!
We won by one point, and that day established my new nickname, Ice, because I had taken about twenty
shots and had missed only two. The older kids said that we could play with them anytime, and I became
popular on my first day. I ran home right after school, ready to tell my mom everything.
I walked in the house and saw Jared playing in the kitchen while my mom prepared dinner. The fall air
was warm and crisp, with a sourdough bread smell lingering. I threw my bag down and told my mother
about my day. She smiled and looked content as she continued to cook dinner. My mother would always
smile when she saw me and Jared. We would hang out until dinnertime, and wait for Dad to come home.
We would play video games, run around the house, and play in the yard; we always had so much energy.
My dad would come home, kick off his work boots, kiss my mom, and roughhouse with us. We typically
tackled him as soon as he came through the door. Jared and I would lose to Dad, of course; he seemed
like the strongest guy in the world.
After dinner, we would rush outside to play basketball with our small hoop in the yard until it got dark.
My mom would yell out the window about how we needed to do our homework, and we would come
inside once the sun set.
Realizing that I might have a career in basketball, I had Dad sign me up for the North Andover booster
club team. We walked into tryouts; he was definitely the youngest father in there, being only twenty-eight
years old. Most dads were in their late thirties.
As tryouts began, he introduced himself to the fathers. Everyone made the team, but I guess the tryouts
were to see how they could split up the kids to make fair teams.
After waiting a week for the results, I finally received a call from Mr. Stone, the coach of the Hawks. He
welcomed me onto the team, told me the practice schedule, and said, “See you there, Logan.” I hopped off
the phone and ran into my parents’ room to tell them the good news. I jumped on the bed and then
noticed something strange: my mother was crying and my father was rubbing her back with a worried
look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. My mom hugged me. My brother walked in quietly, looking unsettled as he
hugged my mom and dad.
“It’s my mom, Nana,” she said. “She’s been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and is very sick.”
“What’s Alzheimer’s?” I asked.
“It makes you forget who you are, Logan.” I was confused, but just hugged my mother back as she wiped
her tears.
We had been a tight-knit family before moving. My mom and dad grew up on the same street and met
when they were children.My grandparents on both sides were always coming over to visit us, and we would go to their houses. We
even went to church with them on Sundays. Jared and I called my mother’s parents “Nana” and “Papa;”
we called my father’s parents “Granpy” and “Grammy.” I was closest to Nana.
Sitting in my room that night, I didn’t know whether I should be excited for basketball season, or sad for
my Nana. It made me understand that pleasure and pain always went hand in hand.
One minute you’re up, and the next, you’re down, I thought as
I shut my eyes.

 

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About Angie

I'm a wife and a a mom of 4: 3 boys and a girl. I also have 3 fur babies, cats named Soleil, Luna, and a Savannah cat name Malkia. I work part-time outside my home as a COTA/L at a local hospital. I cover Johnstown, Altoona, and Pittsburgh areas. I love to do reviews and host giveaways for my readers. Contact me: angwith4 at gmail dot com if you would like a review.

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  1. this cover makes you ask questions and want to read the book

  2. Adrienne Gordon says:

    I like the cover.

  3. Your story is inspiring and I can’t wait to read your book. I love that you didn’t study writing in college but sill had the courage to follow your dream.

  4. I really like the cover.

  5. Cynthia C says:

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    Love the cover. Kinda creepy and mysterious

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    are the trees upside down?

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    I really like the cover

  18. I like the cover and the upside down trees.

  19. Jessica Whitehouse says:

    I don’t really put a lot of importance on book cover art. I’m more interested in the blurbs and reviews of the book to decide whether to read the book or not.

  20. Abigail Gibson says:

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  21. Danalee Davis says:

    The cover interests me, and makes me want to read the book. Thanks.

  22. The cover is rather non-committal, but emphasizes what it probably the key point–a crossroads.

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  28. Buddy Garrett says:

    It sounds like an interesting read.

  29. Penny Knowlton says:

    The cover is eerie.

  30. Christian Alejandro says:

    I’m digging the font and tone.