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Hello David,
I am the constant reader is this household, not my wife, so it was a bit of a surprise when she asked me if she could order a book... It was even more unusual to see her start The Thirteenth Tine Zone right away and stay with it. She is a very serious quilter, so she spends most of her time at her sewing machine. When she finished it she told me I HAD to read it. To me, that's like asking a kid if he'd like another ice cream cone. Your book I finished in three days, and it was indeed very good reading. It made me wonder if you had known Joseph Waumbaugh?
George

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Hi David,
Reading your book was breathtaking; it's a page turner if I ever read one. What marvelous experiences you had in your life! What chances you took! But what guardian angels you have to protect you !!! You are indeed a blessed soul.
I want so much to talk to you about more details in the chapters, and of course, in particular about what you wrote in the Sacred Garden. Do you ever come near us on your book signing tours?

Walia

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Dear David,
Thank-you for writting your book. I met you and your wife at ",The Living Room" here in La Jolla. I was able to identify with alot of the situations.I especially loved the sailing part.

I travelled with my husband the opposite direction over a years journey from Australia to Europe then to Mexico and the USA.I was 19 yrs. old. It was 1975. Some of the best years of my life.After South East Asia and Burma ,Nepal and India my Husband got deathly ill.I was on a rickety old bus taking a short cut through an abandoned river bed when I noticed Brendon turning greenish,sweeting profusely and going in and out of consciousness, eyes rolling up into his head.I asked the bus driver to take him directly to the nearest hospital.He wouldn`t of course and their was no hospital.I finally got him off the bus when the tiny desicated,primative villages stoped and we got to a bigger sort of town.They actually had a two story concrete hotel.I got us a room up stairs with a window that opened out to the roof if you climbed out. I found out their was a doctor several miles out of town.I hired a bicycle rickshaw to get out there.The ride was long and bumpy. I was afraid the driver might take me somewhere and kill me. I chanted a Tibetan mantra the whole time. Eventually we came upon one of those white washed buildings with a red cross on it like you described in your book .There was an extreamly long line of people waiting,half dying. I pushed to the front as if a visiting dignitary,as if my desires were more important than any one else.The "doctor'' gave me some pills to give Brendon after I described his symptoms in great detail.The rickshaw driver took me back respectfully,a Hindu.When I thanked him he said "It is my duty",like they all would say when I thanked them.How odd,I would think. Brendon threw up the pills violently.Then I carefully read the bottle which said in tiny writting, only to be administered in cases of sevear blood poisoning.Then I noticed the expiration date of 1968. It was then 1975.

I gave up on doctors.At the open air market place and only shopping place I bought vegetables that I recognized and lots of ginger root. Back at our hotel,the cook let me boil the Ginger and then add the vegetables.I gave Brendon the broth daily spoon feeding him medicine drop portions plus saying the Tibetan mantras that I trusted more than the Catholic prayers we were both brought up with.Oddly my biggest fear was explaining to his parents that he had died in a nowhere town in north India.After probably two to three weeks he came around and sat up speaking coherently.He became strong enough to walk on the flat roof.One day at the market someone told me there was a tiny airport out from town.I thought,' now they tell me!' I immediately went there and got us seats on the smallest plane I`d ever seen.It had propellers that worked.It got us to New Dehli.Instead of going overland through Afganistan,Iran and Turkey to London we flew directly to England.My parents picked us up at the airport.Rather than bringing Brendon home ,my parents drove us both to the tropical disease hospital in London.They kept Brendon for 2or3 weeks.He was thin as a broomstick,with hepatitis, worms,and amebic dysentary.I had worms too but was otherwise healthy and almost plump, as the english doctor described me.

It is a mystery to me that I didn`t get sick.Months before when we were getting our vacinations renewed in Dehli I watched the doctor give Brendon his shot with a thick bent needle and could see it really hurt.I decided not to be "Macho" and bribed the doctor to stamp my immunization records as if I`d had the cholera shot anyway.I would rather risk cholera. I grew up in Venezuela and was allowed to run freely as kids were in that time.I think my immune system was familiar with tropical bacterias so I didn`t ever feel sick except after eating contaminated food bought from poor people from a train window in Burma.My body projected it out immediatly the same way it came in.

To cut a very long story short,I came to the same conclusion you did, that Love is what is the meaning of life. That love is what I came here for.At one point I realized that if I would love more and give more,that I would deserve to live.Doing Theraputic Massage in La Jolla for the last 25yrs gave me the opportunity to do that and raise my daughter alone. Now I feel so drained.I do not find reciprical love just tons of offers of sex without relationship let alone love.I don`t think it will happen in California .I will fly to New Zealand at this late point in my life and be open to being loved back in a country that has time to socialize walk,hike and really talk with the TV unplugged. That is how I remember life over there.I know that what I seek is over there and inside me.

I look forward to your next books ! Thank-you .I could not put your book down. As you can see it brought back memories of richer times and infinite possibilities.I spoke to my cop friend on the dog patrol,oops cannine unit. He remembers you from the Academy when he was 21 yrs old . He is now 45.You taught him tacticle holds in arm to arm defense.He liked you but not your brother.I was so disappointed that he won`t read your book but he is impressed that you actually published one.

I teach Yoga on the lawn outside at the Cove on Saturdays and Wednesdays at 8am,unless there is a pelting rain.Did you every read the Yoga Sutras of Patangali? Even Buddha realized that if the lute is strung too tight the strings break and too loose it won`t play.He realized this when he was on the brink of death from starvation and physical neglect . It sounds like all your strings are finely tuned and playing beautiful music now.

All the best to you,
Valerie O.

Reader comments from Barnes & Noble

reviewer, March 19, 2006,
I read this novel cover to cover in one night!
The Thirteenth Time Zone was a thrilling read! The novel allowed me the vicarious excitement of traveling to places and discovering cultures that I would never have the chance to encounter otherwise. This story resonates with anyone who has ever felt disillusioned and sought a sense of peace and sanctity in an otherwise chaotic world.

Brad, a new fan of David Jebb, March 17, 2006,
A GREAT READ
When I first saw the book cover I thought it was going to be another cops & robbers book. It is far from it. The author takes you on a life changing journey half way around the world with a style that is refreshing and easy to like. You can't help identifiying with the main character if you have ever given or recieved a hand up in your lifes journey. I reccomend this book to all. Brad

Michelle Deva, graduate student, March 13, 2006,
Awesome Action Packed Story
An orginal theme, page turner, once I sat down and started reading I didn't stop until I finished the book. It's more than an action adventure cop story, it's about one man's search for purpose and meaning.

Reader comments from Amazon.com

Hard to believe this is Jebb's debut novel, March 31, 2006
Reviewer: Brian C - See all my reviews

The way Jebb transitions from gang battle-ground to bluewater escapades hints at his personal experiences. His writing combines just the right balance of character introspection with engaging events to keep the pages turning. The antagonist, "Blue", offers a behind the scenes look at the internal and external struggles in the complex life of a battle hardened cop. Just when I found myself completely engrossed with Blue's next event the story switches gears. So far it is a great read!

Reviewer: T. Chesser "TC" (New York City, United States) - See all my reviews


A friend told me about this book and I thought "oh great, just another retrospective cop story." I saw the book lying around and got intrigued by the back cover write-up. I have to say, it's really a real page-turner!

If I was a book critic, I'd say "Raw and refreshing. Entertaining and insightful. Inspiring! You just may learn a thing or two--Go grab a copy NOW!"

Don't miss this one, March 9, 2006
Reviewer: Donnita E. Hall (Carlsbad, CA United States) - See all my reviews


Not just another cop story. Although it starts out with life on the force, and this part is good, the bulk of the book follows a much different story line. The wide eyed and open dialog as the lead character travels across the world will keep you glued to the book. A kind of "Siddartha with a badge" story that will leave you wanting more from David Jebb. Well done.
Brad

Breakout first novel, March 3, 2006
Reviewer: ME "Crystal" (San Diego, CA) - See all my reviews

I highly enjoyed reading this action-packed novel. I've always wondered what would happen if I just quit my job and traveled the world, so it's really neat to see my daydream played out in a fictional story. Also, being from San Diego, it hit close to home with the references to places around town. San Diego may be a tourist's dream, but it definitely has it's dark spots just like any city. I encourage other readers to pick up this one.

I was also surprised to find out that David Jebb is a first time author because the story flowed so well!