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South of Bixby Bridge

Name: South of Bixby Bridge
Author: Ryan Winfield
ISBN: 9780615511603

by Ryan Winfield

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Overview

2011 Breakout Novel -- About to turn 30 and being discharged from drug rehab, Trevor Roberts is sure he's hit bottom with nowhere to go but up. He soon learns that sometimes the "bottom" is just the beginning. With more twists than California's Highway 1, the intimate narrative follows a young man on a wild month-long ride to the dizzying, drunken heights of Napa Valley excess where he falls fast for his new boss's intoxicating wife and becomes entangled in a strange threesome affair. But things soon begin to unravel as Trevor is drawn into a secret world of sex and scandal, only to have his lust for success drag him down again through a phantasmagoria of hedonistic hell. "Shocking and unapologetic", South of Bixby Bridge barrels along with the "frenetic pace of a Hollywood blockbuster," delivering "poetic prose loaded with images". With gripping drama, witty dialogue, and sexy, jaw-dropping glimpses into the nouveau-riche underworld of California's wealthy elite, you won't be able to put this riveting new novel down. Buckle up and enjoy the read!

ADULT TOPICS (✓) FINANCIAL THRILLER (✓) CAUTIONARY TALE (✓) REDEMPTION QUEST (✓)
***If you or anyone you know has struggled with alcohol, drug, or sex addiction, you must read this!

Warning: This novel is an unfiltered account of a young man's struggle to overcome addictions and it includes some graphic language, descriptive sexual scenes, and adult situations.

What readers are saying:

"Powerful, riveting, dark and haunting!" ★★★★★

"Sexy, funny, and poignant with fantastic prose, this book is impossible not to enjoy." ★★★★

"... the story barrels along, the characters jump off the page, and Winfield knows how to turn a phrase." ★★★★★

"I wholeheartedly recommend this novel; it's a no-holds-barred, uninhibited tour de force." ★★★★★

"I couldn't put this book down. I was addicted; a reading-addict addicted to a book about addiction." ★★★★★

"Water for Elephants was my last favorite read and now I think this one has topped it." ★★★★★

About the Author, Ryan Winfield

Hi, I'm Ryan Winfield. I'm a 37-year-old novelist, poet, and screenwriter living in Seattle. My first novel "South of Bixby Bridge" released in the fall of 2011. If your book club is reading South of Bixby Bridge and you would like me to attend your next get together, please don't hesitate to message me. I hope you enjoy my book and I'd love to hear from you at www.ryanwinfield.com.

I've been asked why I write. I write because I remember.

I remember waking up to snow. Great buckets of it poured from the gray skies and blanketing everything in quiet white. I remember racing to dress, struggling with my boots. "Here, don't forget your mittens." I remember the soft thump of that first footstep in the cold and virgin powder, the tracks looking back, foghorns blowing on the mist-covered bay. I feel the canvas paper bag cutting into my shoulders, the weight of Sunday's headlines heavy on my mind. I see the trees bowed with armloads of white, as if to curtsey my passing. I remember rubber bands and ink stained hands. A car spun sideways in a ditch. Always a car. Then barking dogs, a distant chainsaw. Freckles throwing fastballs that hurt for the cold of them on my neck. I remember snowmen, and igloos, and icy trails through the white and wondrous woods. And I remember sweet Mrs. Johnson waiting at her door. The smell of Avon powder, her thin smile, an envelope pressed into my palm--ten dollars and a peppermint candy cane thank you. Evening now. I remember running downtown--Salvation Army bells, white lights strung in sidewalk trees, bundled shoppers bent against the wind. I remember the heavy door, the warmth, the wood. The bookstore! Smells of paper and leather and ink. Walls of worlds bound and waiting for me to read.

Nothing has affected me as much as reading has. Dickens, Tolkien, and Lewis raised me. And while I've walked through my own hell, made my own mistakes, and found my own redemption, always there have been books. Books to help me escape, books to teach me when to stay and fight, books to help me see where I've been wrong and where I've been right.

I write because I remember. And I write because I still dream.

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Editorials

Ask Miss A - Tari Gaffney

I recently finished reading South of Bixby Bridge by Ryan Winfield, and I have to say that I became a bit addicted to this roller-coaster ride of addiction and temptation because it's not the predictable narrative of an addict who hits rock bottom... Five Stars