have you read it yet?


have you read it yet?

A few friends have called me to tell me they finished it. What a thrill!

And now that the book is finally in print, I get to hear stories about your Chasing Lights stories. Keep them coming, I love them all.

I am starting to schedule readings and talks about the book in various cities. Let me know if you would like to have a reading/signing/Chasing Lights event in your neighborhood.

I'm not sure if this story ever ends. But answers about the future can sometimes be found in our shared pasts. This printed version of Chasing Lights is about a boy growing up in Alaska and an older man waking up to the best part of his life.

The story is not over. The world does not have to end. Not yet, anyway.

Read it...and then let's chase the lights together.

Paperback, Hardback, and Kindle e-book versions of "Chasing Lights" are now available on Amazon. Make sure to get your copy now! (www.amazon.com/author/gunnarbranson)

Gunnar

chasinglights@gunnarbranson.com
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Gunnar Branson

If you are chasing lights in your life and want to see where they lead. If you agree that none of us are important and yet all of us are important. If you care about our environment and our place in it - SUBSCRIBE - Chasing Lights may be a book you will want to read.

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