Spring Chickens

If you read my recent Flying Monkeys post, then you know I had a phone consultation with David Henry Sterry. He's on call over at The Book Doctors  He and his agent wife wrote the book, The Essential Guide to Getting Your Book Published. Now, they also do webinars, clever pitchapoolza contests and anything and everything to help aspiring writers. I won a free consultation with David. What a character! Afterwards, David asked if I would read his book Chicken. I took it on as an intriguing writing assignment. What an innocent barnyard title his book possessed. I told him I'd read it and cluck all about it on Amazon. Gasp. Here's my review of his experience in the poultry industry...

In writing, it all comes down to a clever positioning of words. And David Henry Sterry arranges his like a mad scientist, cleverly peppering his scenes with naughty spice. Asphyxiation by Vagina? It's in there bubbling with the rest of the chicken soup. It turns out, that in the Hollywood farmyard, chickens, are not merely egg producers or corn guzzlers. To put it bluntly, they're male prostitutes. David entered a seedy world and lived to tell the tale. We know that, from his moving acknowledgment of his wife Arielle Eckstut at the end of the book. We're glad, as readers, that we are only voyeurs of Hollywood's sexy beasts, colorful pimps and the wanted and unwanted of the streets. He tells his tale with a sympathetic slant for some of his clients, a reflective eye on his past and an unflinching perspective of himself. Chicken soup. Slurp it down and enjoy.

Ha! 

I bet you didn't expect that. Neither did I. But it was a good book.

Now, head over to Springtime in Magnolia for my harrowing book review of Behind the Beautiful Forevers...