Hey all! Since Den just had his third book published, he got an author Facebook page! So head over and like him here so you can keep up to date on what’s going on with him.
He misses you all (and posting here) thoroughly. But he IS feeling quite optimistic still, and things are quite well for him. He got married, went to London on honeymoon, and in general is quite happy.
Here’s a description of his new book:
On the day author Dennis Finocchiaro sat and started interviewing his grandfather for a graduate school project, he never knew how far into the past he would travel or the range of emotions he would feel. This is the story of Rosario “Charlie” Finocchiaro through the eyes of his grandson Dennis, throughout his childhood in 1920s Philadelphia to war in Italy all the way up to his retirement in Havertown; Inheritance introduces the reader to the life of an everyday man, a soldier, contractor and patriarch. Experience childhood in 1920s Philly, wartime Italy during World War II, the Jersey Shore throughout many decades, and contemporary suburban Philadelphia in a memoir that jumps through the last one hundred years and introduces the journey of a grandson getting to know his grandfather thanks to an assignment. Humor, romance and even a few bootleggers make this nonfiction account of one man’s life both heartwarming and informative. Travel through time with a grandson as he learns his family’s history, heritage, and ultimately, his greatest inheritance.
As you may know Den is a writer, and a damn good one too. When he’s not writing optimistic stories from his everyday life here, he writes short stories known as flash fiction.
The other day he posted a new story to his blog. It was one of those stories that you just have to read. Which is why I stole it for you guys to read:
“But…” she looked at him, confused.
“I said space alien.”
“Okay…so you think the shooting stars are UFOs?”
“Yup!” he said with a triumphant smile.
“But the place is called Shooting Star Beach.”
He nodded. “Look, there goes another one!”
“So let me get this straight. You think the lights that look like shooting stars are – “
“Spaceships flying. Isn’t it obvious?”
“It’s not obvious. It’s dubious at best.”
He slouched a little as her mother walked up.
“He’s only eight,” she whispered into her daughter’s ear.
I wish you a wonderful weekend and hope that you’ll take your loved ones by the hand and go look for spaceships.
Nadia (& Den)