Review – Bitter Pill

The moods, the methods, the manifestations of the human heart is the stuff of which legends are made . . . And nightmares. It was Socrates who declared, “to know thyself is the beginning of wisdom.” To truly undertake such an exercise requires more discipline, more tenacity, and more raw courage than most of us can muster. And yet Dr. Richard Mabry has managed to do so not once . . .not twice . . . But three times in 121 pages. In Bitter Pill one comes face to face with a religious shyster, an empty pastor, and a struggling physician. Each of them contain the seeds of greatness. Each of them is drinking the dregs of doubt and despair. And as they cross paths, and wander into each other’s lives, the reader discovers that he is experiencing the greatest thrill known to man. It’s called living. Dr. Mabry confesses in his preface that this particular story has been sitting on the back burner indefinitely, because a friend who knew him well said repeatedly, “this isn’t the typical Richard Mabry novel.” It’s more. It’s deeper. It’s both sobering and exhilarating.