Final Rose

by Shawntel Newton

Shawntel Newton is crowned high school basketball princess but faces criticism. Her boyfriend dumps her after three years. She looks for love while anguishing the decision to follow her father's footsteps, then becomes a funeral director and embalmer. She meets a bachelor on a national reality show, falls in love with the Southern gentleman, but has to compete for his attention with twenty-nine women. Shawntel shares stories about death, compassion, and the relationships she tried developing while working as a funeral director. She takes the reader behind the scenes of the reality show, gives a look at her tight-knit family, and tells what's happened to her.

153 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 2012

Reviews

[Nat · Rating 4 out of 5]

Given the name of the book, I would have thought there would be more about her dating life in the book. The little she did talk about the Bachelor was a bit awkward because she changed the name of the Bachelor. However, the rest of the book was a fun read. I learned a lot about the funeral industry. And it was easy to read.

[Madeline Nixon · Rating 1 out of 5]

This needed another round of editing. Not even the very minimal Bachelor content (if you can call it that when she changes Brad Womack’s name, crams it all in one chapter, and doesn’t mention her second appearance on the season after) could save it.

[Cemetery Trekker · Rating 1 out of 5]

Hands down one of the dumbest books I've ever read! This indulged daughter's embarrassing turn on The Bachelor has obviously gone to her head. Her so-called insights and feeling for her job as a mortician come off as insincere. Rather than having any true interest in the family business, she appears to be playing up the funeral home connection for dramatic effect (Which is unseemly). The book is purely an exercise in vanity. Little wonder it was published by a vanity press. No real publisher would be interested in such drivel. Stick to working in your daddy's funeral parlor and forget about writing, because you can't.