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Silent Screams from the Hamptons

By Christa Jan Ryan

Copyright 2008 by Christa Jan Ryan, published by Robert D. Reed Publishers, PO Box 1992, Brandon, Oregon 97411, http:,,www.rdrpublishers.com ISBN 978-1-934759-05-9

Silent Scream from the Hamptons by Christa Jan Ryan is an engrossing tale of one woman’s life, her battle with alcoholism and her subsequent recovery. It is a tale of a life gone wrong early on and finally found after a long and difficult struggle. It is a story of the multi-generational effect alcoholism and dysfunctional families have.

Christa’s openness and willingness to bare her soul to strangers for the purpose of healing both them and her is to be commended. She holds nothing back in an attempt to be honest and to help other to be able to see they are not alone and they too can begin the road to recovery if they are willing to try and to follow the steps.

Here is passage from one of the scenes in the book where Christa’s life begins to get totally of control. It involves a secret trip away with an adult male teacher from school when she was only twelve:

“Late that afternoon, I stood in the lobby of the hotel watching Greg check in and felt a wave of alarm pass through my young body. WHAT AM I DOING? He suddenly looked old. When Greg turned toward me and flashed a lecherous smile, I knew I was in trouble. He grabbed me by the hand and led me toward the room. I didn’t know how to tell him that the deal was off. In the room Greg suggested that I take a shower first. That sounded great; it would give me time to plan my escape. I stripped off my ski clothes and stood under the hot water with my heart pounding in my chest. He came in the bathroom, and I heard him lock the door behind him. “Shit, I should have done that?” I thought. Next thing I knew, he was in the shower soaping me down.

“I’m done,” I said casually as I stepped one foot out of the shower. “It’s your turn,” He grabbed my arm and yanked me back into the shower. “Hey,” I protested. “that hurt.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I just didn’t want you to leave.”

“Please, Greg,” I reasoned, “I’m only twelve. I don’t think I’m ready for this.”

“Christa, you’re not leaving me hanging now. It’s gone too far.” He turned off the shower.

“Please, please, Greg. I’m just a kid,” I pleaded desperately.

For the sake of keeping the review PG I won’t go any further into the story. Let me just say that Silent Screams from the Hamptons was spell-binding. Once I started it I was unable to put it down, I read it from beginning to end, all two-hundred-thirty-eight pages. It is wonderful, fascinating and an absolute must read.

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