Same Kind of Different As Me

by mo dong

A dangerous, homeless drifter who grew up picking cotton in virtual slavery. An upscale art dealer accustomed to the world of Armani and Chanel. A gutsy woman with a stubborn dream. A story so incredible no novelist would dare dream it. It begins outside a burning plantation hut in Louisiana . . . and an East Texas honky-tonk . . . and, without a doubt, in the heart of God. It unfolds in a Hollywood hacienda . . . an upscale New York gallery . . . a downtown dumpster . . . a Texas ranch. Gritty with pain and betrayal and brutality, this true story also shines with an unexpected, life-changing love.

232 pages, Paperback

Published January 1, 2012

Reviews

[Joshy · Rating 3 out of 5]

The true story of Denver and Ron’s friendship. These two are an odd pair. Denver was a homeless man that lived in a plantation as a slave; uneducated but kind and thoughtful. He meets miss Debbie, a kind Christian woman that worked at a homeless shelter feeding the poor, she didn’t see status or color, just a man that needed love, attention and kindness. He makes best friend with her husband Ron a millionaire art dealer. They become great friends and help each other even supported each other when Debbie got cancer and got really sick. Debbie was such a great person that after her passing, a church was named after her. It’s unfortunate that Denver had to teach this rich white man about racism, prejudices, homelessness, slavery and so forth. I didn’t like that to this day black folks have to be the ones educating white people on racism; racism being the thing that is done to them from white people; Kind of backwards. Anyway I didn’t like how religious the book was, it made me feel like because a white person did some good for some homeless and particularly for people of color, the book made her almost into a saint (eye roll) I’m not religious at all but the story made me feel things and that’s what books are for.

[Ginger · Rating 3 out of 5]

I wouldn't have read it if I'd known it was religious...