Hi Jon, I'm reading your book "Trail of the dead" at the moment.. I'm half way through and I'm loving every twist and turns.. By the way, I'm a Nepali guy in UK. :)
At this moment I'm doing nothing, I guess you know how that feels (I quickly read your bio) and I have read about 10 novels in the last month and YOUR BOOK IS THE BEST so far.. (Just wanted to let you know that. Just the fact I bothered to find you on the net says it all and frankly, I don't remember the authors or titles of other the books I've read)
Writing to you feels like I'm talking to Paul Wood :). I've been reading the book the whole day and writing this comment from a cybercafe.. haha to bad I don't have a parang with me to keep me company... I will have to settle for our Nepali knife, Khukari.:)
By the way, the way you have described our Nepali Police is so true.. :) Yes, sadly no CSI in Nepal but I guess, they are good at getting confessions from the innocents.. :)
I don't usually leave any comments on blogs but today, I feel like I know Paul Wood so I am making an expection. I have a blog too and I see your pics are in Flickr and you link it to your site, I do the same.. and the border around your pics, I do the same.. :) haha I already feel like a groupie ..
The only sad think I find reading your book is, being a Nepali from a Third World Country I could never hop on a plane and travel the world.. :( However, I am luckier than most other Nepaliz :|
I look foward to finding your other books and reading them.. and I will be keeping and eye on your blog.. :)
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At this moment I'm doing nothing, I guess you know how that feels (I quickly read your bio) and I have read about 10 novels in the last month and YOUR BOOK IS THE BEST so far.. (Just wanted to let you know that. Just the fact I bothered to find you on the net says it all and frankly, I don't remember the authors or titles of other the books I've read)
Writing to you feels like I'm talking to Paul Wood :). I've been reading the book the whole day and writing this comment from a cybercafe.. haha to bad I don't have a parang with me to keep me company... I will have to settle for our Nepali knife, Khukari.:)
By the way, the way you have described our Nepali Police is so true.. :) Yes, sadly no CSI in Nepal but I guess, they are good at getting confessions from the innocents.. :)
I don't usually leave any comments on blogs but today, I feel like I know Paul Wood so I am making an expection. I have a blog too and I see your pics are in Flickr and you link it to your site, I do the same.. and the border around your pics, I do the same.. :) haha I already feel like a groupie ..
The only sad think I find reading your book is, being a Nepali from a Third World Country I could never hop on a plane and travel the world.. :( However, I am luckier than most other Nepaliz :|
I look foward to finding your other books and reading them.. and I will be keeping and eye on your blog.. :)
--wanna be anonymous nep guy--