Frank DiLuzio
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Hi, my name is Frank and I love to read and write. Life is too short not to truly live, so live it.
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Welcome to Modish Wear (Chapter 3)
Nick tried to slam the office door, but it had one of those slow door closers, so it could never shut quickly. Nick almost broke the door while throwing his anger into an inanimate object. He stormed out of the back room, his breathing heightened. Nick saw Hana in his peripheral vision as he strutted down the sales floor like a rushed runway model.
By Frank DiLuzioabout a year ago in Chapters
Book Review: Good Bad Girl by Alice Feeney
Alice Feeney’s “Good Bad Girl” reignited my passion for reading, and I regret not picking it up sooner. The story of a kidnapped baby at a supermarket, and the subsequent intertwining lives of four women, kept me on the edge of my seat.
By Frank DiLuzioabout a year ago in BookClub
Book Review: The Women by Kristin Hannah
Kristin Hannah’s “The Women,” is a captivating journey that will tear you apart and then gently piece you back together. Despite not being a fan of historical fiction, I found myself engrossed in this novel, thanks to Hannah’s intricate writing style and compelling characters, particularly the main character, Frankie, a war nurse in Vietnam. I recently learned that Hannah had conceived this idea in 1997, and I’m glad she waited until she was ready to write it.
By Frank DiLuzioabout a year ago in BookClub
Welcome to Modish Wear (Chapter 2)
"We need to talk" was never a good sentence to hear. It either meant someone was breaking up with you or, in Nick's case, you were in trouble. Nick sat inside the office, waiting for Victoria to return. She had to tell the rest of the morning staff coming in where they were going to be stationed. When the office door was closed, the office resembled what Nick believed the North Pole felt like: a holly jolly, frozen hell.
By Frank DiLuzioabout a year ago in Chapters
Welcome to Modish Wear (Chapter 1)
The snow was slowly falling from the sky, the wind dancing between parked cars. A man in ripped jeans and no jacket was waiting outside the store to buy a white T-shirt in December. One rule in working retail was there was a 95% chance that your store was not closing due to the weather. Every day, you were required to wear a fashionable outfit, a name badge on your chest, a walkie-talkie clipped to your side, and sell your soul.
By Frank DiLuzioabout a year ago in Chapters
