The dealer shoved the massive pile of chips and bills away from him, to the waiting arms of its new owner, and was once again dealing. He hesitated when he came around to Don the first time, looking at him inquiringly. Don looked up and reached for his wallet, but then he remembered that it was all gone. He had gotten an eight thousand dollar cash advance from his credit card, and it was...all...gone!
He didn't even acknowledge the dealer's look. He just got up from the table and stumbled out of the poker room, walking quickly, blindly through the crowds and the noise of the big casino.
"...as I read...I realized that I was enjoying myself...in the grip of a work of sureness, authority and directness...(I traveled) with Don Curtis on his odyssey, and neither romanticizing nor damning him, Jim Nelson allowed me to see across the space between us, into that life...into the heart of that compulsion. Don Curtis...an ordinary man who suddenly realizes that his picnic basket has been spread on quicksand." ---Joanne Greenberg, Author of "I Never Promised You a Rose Garden"
"Through one man's experience, the author allures you into a glittering dream world with all the enticement, excitement and romance of a compulsive gambler. He then vividly demonstrates a family's journey to reality with all of their fears, confusion, heartbreak, and...hope. Captivating...couldn't put it down." ---Kathy Donais, Program Director, Colorado West Regional Mental Health Recovery Center
The plot marches along never varying in its purpose to establish the most direct line from A to B. And to the reader, B is well in sight after the Preface.