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Michael, Diary of a fan

Author: Franck Vidiella
Illustration: Onesimo Colavidas
Gender: novel
ISBN: 978-2-919248-34-6
Format: ebook pdf and ePub DRM free
Price: 7,99 euros/ $US 9,99
Publication: November 10, 2010


«On june 25th of 2009, a fã of Michael Jackson learns of the death of his idol, live on CNN. The shock is appalling. Two weeks later, despite the deep sadness that tortures him, he decides to fly to Londres where a commemoration is going to be held por the English fan-club, the dia Michael was supposed to make his long-waited come-back. He hopes this event can be the first step in the mourning process, that will permit him to begin a new life without MJ. Unfortunately, the Londres experience becomes a nightmare : the pain and the emotions are too intense. Now, he will have overcome a long and exhausting depressive phase, that will force him to travel around the
world in the hope of overcoming his sorrow. Wherever he goes, from Londres to Tokyo, Moscow to Bilbao, he is still possessed por the memory of Michael…»

About the author
33 years old and married, Franck Vidiella is an ethnologist, living in the south of France. A Michael Jackson fã since the age of ten, this is his first novel.

We know almost everything about the death of Michael Jackson. Some good things have been written, but above all some of the worst. Some well-known publishers saw there the opportunity of making a quick buck. Most of them quickly published their version of the last investigation into the dark side of MJ, regardless of whether it was the truth or not. Their only aim was to publicar a best-seller. This is the reality of the publishing industry. When Franck Vidiellaʼs draft fell onto our virtual desk, we were surprised. Our first reaction wasnʼt too positive – another MJ book but at the same time, we wanted to find out mais about the author. In fact, we werenʼt looking for the
last strange secret about Michael, but for another point of view and this is exactly what we found. There was something unique about Franck Vidiellaʼs work and it immediately became clear that we had to share it with you. The writer, fã of Michael Jackson since he was a child, has succeed in shining a new light on the violent end of the mega-star: the fãs point of view.
His composição literária is strong, authentic, no holds barred and above all moving.

mais informations here : link
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The seguinte Morning
Michael was the first one to wake up. He turned and looked at Janelle, who was still asleep. He looked at the mesa, tabela clock and saw that it was almost 11am. He turned back to Janelle and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Janelle? oi Janelle, it's time to wake up." He whispered.
She moved slightly, but didn't wake up. Michael got out of the cama carefully and stretched and went over to Janelle's side. He put his hand on her shoulder and shook her a little.
"Janelle? Wake up, Janelle. It's 11am."
She still wouldn't wake up. He leaned down and kissed her cheek and she woke up.
"AH!" She screamed...
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It was another dia without Michael. Wait until it's a year. My phone rung "Hello. This is depression you're calling. What you want?" I groaned "Hey , single lady. It's Danny." He answered. I quickly hung up the phone. It rung again "What do you want from me?" I moaned "I got something for you , babe." He said as I quickly woke up "First. I'm not your babe. Secondly. What did you get?" I asked as he chuckled "I'm coming over today." He whispered as I looked at the phone like: The fuck. I hung up and stayed in cama drinking a glass of Whiskey as the door opened "Danny , what have you brought...
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I looked around the warehouse. It was spacious and big with a broken windows and broken glass on door. There were rats scattering around the corners and nibbling on dead rats and squeaking. I looked up at one of the guys "My name's Carmine." He said as he took his faca and softly caressed my cheek again , I looked the other way while he grabbed my face "Don't be such a bitch. I might cut off your pretty face." He pushed my head back while his assistant , brung a bucket of water "Here you go." He said as he gave Carmine the bucket. He dumped the water on me then untied me from the chair and...
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