Is 'Deaths Of Despair And The Future Of Capitalism' Worth Reading?

After Jason Yeo, the richest man in the world, discovers he has a year to live, he liquidates his fortune and produces a series of global actions that he hopes will create change. In his pursuit of peace and truth, Yeo addresses such issues as human traffic, nuclear war, and the poverty that imperils the Third World. When Yeo’s actions begin to rattle global power structures, he becomes the target of Deep 6, an underworld intelligence agency working for the Shadow State, a cabal of the wealthy and powerful, whose members make the big decisions on the planet. Will Deep 6 stop Yeo, or will his year run out first?

I'm dying, and so is Sean Quinton. He still has hope, though. I don't. Why? Because once I die, my body will become the first to have passed due to a special infection. It'll be dissected and researched to help cure Sean. So, his daily task becomes urging me to die. Unfortunately for him, I'm unwilling to save him another time, so I die not because of the infection but because of carbon monoxide poisoning. It's enough to destroy the symptoms my body shows and ruin their plans to research my corpse.

Adaeze "Ada" Okonkwo has done everything right. At twenty-seven, she is sharp, successful, and professionally untouchable. A second-generation Nigerian woman building a polished life in London on her own terms. When Tobias "Tobi" Mensah proposes on a quiet Wednesday evening, she says yes with her whole heart. The same night, Damien Adeyemi walks back through the door. Damien is everything Tobi is not. Magnetic. Withholding. Dangerously perceptive. For eighteen months he rationed his affection with the precision of a man who understood that scarcity creates value, giving Ada just enough to stay and never enough to feel safe. When it ended, it ended gently. That was almost the worst part. Eight months of silence followed. Then Ada gets engaged, and he returns. Not with apologies or grand gestures. With a legitimate business brief, a fifteen-page document written in the dark of their separation, and the devastating honesty of a man who has spent eight months learning what he lost. Now Ada is suspended between the man who loves her completely and the man who knows her dangerously. Between stability and chaos. Between the woman she has chosen to become and the woman her nervous system keeps insisting she already is. She understands her patterns. She can name them precisely. She repeats them anyway. Because understanding something and being free of it are entirely different things. Love in the Extinction: After the Death of Boredom is a story about what happens after the spark. About what it costs a woman to choose something good for her when everything inside her has been trained to want something else.

Blurb: Disparate Utopia is an alternate universe where mythological creatures exist. It is peaceful, back then, until false information spreads like a wild fire and that's how the war started. The peace that their Ancestors buiilt was destroyed by mysterious man. The belittling of each race started. They began to chop their head off and cast spell to vanish someone's soul away from the existence. Nieves, she's an elf and one of the royalties' daughters. Her heart filled with kindness and generosity. Her presence is longing for peace, that's why she ran away from her cruel hometown and ended up being cursed as dsrk elf, but people perceived her as a witch. Nieves' dream is to create kingdom where everyone can live, despite having different races. Where everyone live without even having a thought of being attacked. Will she lends her soul for the world to commit peacefulness for everyone? Or will lend her soul to savor for her own peace?

There are monsters in this world. And they used to be us. Now it's time to euthanize to survive in a hospice where Emily, a woman haunted by her past, only wants to do her job and be the best mother possible. Post-infection Chicago. Christmas. Inside The Hospice, Emily and her fellow nurses do their rounds. Here, men and women live out their final days in comfort, segregated from society, and are then humanely terminated before fate turns them into marrow-craving monsters known as ‘Smilers.’ Outside these imposing walls, rabid protesters swarm with signs, caught up in the heat of their hatred. Emily, a woman haunted by her past, only wants to do her job and be the best mother possible. But in a world where mortality means nothing, where guns are drawn in fear and nobody seems safe anymore – at what cost will this pursuit come? And through it all, the soon to be dead remain silent, ever smiling. Such is their curse. It won't be long before that snow-speckled ground will be salted by blood. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

After my family is burdened with a debt of 5,000,000 dollars, I become the only person in the family who can no longer afford to "die". Dad is trampled in the mud by our creditors, protecting what's left of my school tuition fees even if it means breaking his fingers. He roars, "You can hit me, but don't you lay a finger on my daughter!" At that moment, Dad's small, hunched figure becomes a debt that I can never repay in my lifetime. Meanwhile, Mom kneels before the creditors, grovelling in the mud as she begs for a few more days of grace. Burdened by Mom and Dad's love for me, I drop out of school and go to work at a factory to make as much money as I can as quickly as possible to pay back the debt. Ultimately, my landlord kicks me out of my lodging on Christmas Eve. I'm also sporting a high fever in the snow, but my wages from the factory are still unpaid. I call Mom and beg her to transfer just 50 dollars to help me out. However, she doesn't sound concerned or anxious on the other end of the line and utters in disgust, "Haven't you gotten your wages already, Carolyn Swanson? "How dare you lie to us? Who taught you that? If you can't afford to buy the meds for your so-called fever, then you might as well just die!" Then, she hangs up on me cruelly. I grip my phone in my hands, watching the snow falling from the sky. My hands feel even colder than the icy ground at this point.