The Bracelet

The Bracelet

by Roberta Gately

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ISBN-13: 9781451669138
Publisher: Gallery Books
Publication date: 11/06/2012
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

A nurse, humanitarian aid worker, and writer, Roberta Gately has served in war zones ranging from Africa to Afghanistan. She has written extensively on the subject of refugees for the Journal of Emergency Nursing, as well as a series of articles for the BBC Worlds News Online. She speaks regularly on the plight of the world’s refugees and displaced. 

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Chapter 1

Abby woke with a start and bolted upright, throwing her arms out for protection, but nothing was there, only lightweight covers, which fell away. She wiped her hand across her sweating brow and rose quickly, but a sudden dizziness caused her to stumble, and she sat back heavily. Inhaling deeply, she tried to get her bearings, but the sound of footsteps outside the door made her freeze.

“Who is it?” she whispered, but the footsteps faded, and a heavy silence settled in their place.

A dull throbbing erupted in her brain, and her hands trembled as she tried to rub away the goose bumps on her bare arms. She took a deep breath and looked around, trying to push away the fog of confusion that had settled in her thoughts. Streaming sunlight fell on a rickety wooden chair and the familiar suitcase it held.


She was in Pakistan. The UN staff house. She’d arrived yesterday from Dubai. She’d been sleeping, though fitfully.

Sighing with relief, she rubbed at her eyes, still gummy with sleep. Had it only been forty-eight hours since her run in Geneva? She shuddered at the memory of the woman falling to her death. Though the police had initially seemed concerned and had taken her back through the streets, they’d quickly grown weary of Abby’s failure to find the body, and they’d raised their brows in disbelief.

“I was certain this was the street,” Abby said. “But—”

“Why are you confused, miss?” the younger policeman had interrupted her. “This is such an important detail. Was she thrown? Did she fall? Which was it? And where is she now? Bodies don’t just disappear.”

His rapid-fire questions and her failure to find the body had only fueled Abby’s growing alarm. Her eyes scanned the streets, but the same monotonous buildings, all granite and steel, had loomed above her, one building, one street, indistinguishable from the next. And without the body as a landmark, she’d felt her certainty fading. “One more time,” she’d pleaded. “There was a woman. I’m not making this up.”

A growing panic had nipped at her thoughts. Which road had it been? Perhaps it was the next street, she’d said. The police had taken her down one street and then another, filled now with cars and people, but there was nothing to see, no body, no blood or tissue in the street. Finally they’d driven her back to the hotel, derisive smirks playing at their lips.

“Get some sleep, miss, and you’ll forget this,” the younger policeman said, impatience dripping from his words.

“But—” she tried to protest, but the second policeman spoke up.

“Be sure to call us if you see the body again.” He broke into a wide grin that was almost a sneer.

But she’d neither slept nor forgotten. Even now she could clearly remember, in crisp detail, the woman’s olive skin, her thick black hair, and the bracelet that had sparkled almost obscenely on her shattered wrist. Abby could see too the face of the man as he’d searched for her in the street, and she shivered at the recollection.

On her overnight in Dubai, unable to sleep, and drenched in sweat despite the air-conditioning, she’d dialed the hotel operator and made a call to Emily, her best friend in Boston. Abby had forgotten the time difference until she heard Emily’s voice, heavy with sleep.

“Oh, Em, I’m sorry to wake you. It’s early morning here, and I was desperate to talk, to tell someone.”

“What’s wrong?” Emily said, the sleep suddenly gone from her voice.

“I . . . oh, jeez. This will sound crazy, but I saw a woman fall from a balcony in Geneva, and, well—I don’t think she just fell. I think I may have witnessed a murder. My heart is pounding just telling you about it.”

Abby’s story spilled out quickly—the eerie quiet of Geneva, the arguing voices, the woman hurtling through the air to her death. “She wore this beautiful jeweled cuff, and I remember it so clearly. The thing is, I’m not sure if she fell or if the man threw her.” Abby paused, but Emily was silent.

“Em? Are you there?”

“Where are you?”

Abby heard the concern in Emily’s voice. “Dubai, I’m in the airport hotel. I came in last night from Geneva. I fly out to Pakistan later today. I just had to hear your voice. My hands are shaking.” Abby made a fist to quiet the tremors. “I reported it to the police, Em, and they took me back, but the body was gone.” She swallowed hard. “I know how it sounds, and I know the police thought I was a little bit off, but I am one hundred percent certain that I saw a woman fall to her death. I just don’t know if she was thrown or if she fell.”

“Why are you so worried now?”

“The man who was with her, he came looking for me in the street, and when I came back with the police, she was gone, just gone. I just . . .” Abby hesitated, hoping that Emily would say something reassuring. Instead, the line was quiet, and Abby thought she might have lost the connection. “Em, are you there?”

“I am. I’m just trying to understand what you’re telling me.”

“Oh, Christ, you don’t believe me either?”

Emily sighed heavily. “It isn’t that, but, well, you’re sure she was dead? I mean, maybe she did fall, and the man you saw was looking for help, and not for you. Otherwise, your story does sound a little crazy. Bodies don’t just disappear, right?”

“I don’t know,” Abby almost whispered. “Maybe he did call for help. I just don’t know.”

“You don’t think you might have imagined it?”

Exasperated, Abby snapped back, “No, I didn’t imagine it.”

“I love you, Ab, but you do have a tendency to be dramatic, and with everything going on in your life . . . well, it seems, I don’t know, maybe you’re making more of this than there is. You probably saw a jumper or maybe a woman who slipped and fell. Maybe an ambulance just came and took her to a hospital.” Emily paused, letting her words sink in. “As horrible as it must have been, the whole incident has probably been magnified by your malaria medicine. You’ve read about the awful side effects of Lariam—nightmares, dizziness, breakdowns—and those are just the known effects. And on top of that, you’re on your way to Pakistan, of all places. Maybe this is a sign. Just come home.”

Abby took a deep breath. “Emily, come on. I’m not coming home, not yet at least. And I don’t think I’ve been especially dramatic. I just can’t shake this feeling that I saw a murder.”

“Abby, take a deep breath and think about this. You’ve had one blow after another—you were laid off, Eric left you, you’re on your way to a strange country, and you’re on Lariam. I mean, come on. The only mystery here is why you haven’t booked a flight home.”

Abby hesitated. “Maybe you’re right. Not about coming home, but everything else.”

“Try not to dwell on what happened.” Emily’s voice was tinged with worry. “It was probably a terrible accident, but there’s nothing you can do about it now. Just let it go and get on with things.”

Abby drummed her fingers on the desk. “You’re probably right, Em. I just had to tell someone, it makes it less scary. It was awful seeing that poor woman on the street, but it’s over.”

“I still wish you’d just come home,” Em had said.

Abby stood and stretched, and tried to erase the image of the dead woman from her mind. She exhaled loudly and saw the woman’s bracelet again in her mind—a beautiful diamond cuff shot through with rubies and sapphires and sparkling garnets. It had sparkled so—

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. “I’ll be right out,” she said, the threads of her memory slipping away.

Abby’s room in the Pakistan staff house had an adjoining bath, and she headed in. The little room was dark and she clicked on the light just as a bevy of cockroaches scurried away. She groaned and stepped carefully around the collection of larger bugs that lingered in the tiny space. Though she’d occasionally spied roaches in her apartment on Beacon Hill, they were nothing like these enormous insects. She peeled off her nightgown, then turned on the shower and stepped in, turning her face into the spray of tepid water. Maybe a shower would wash it all away. She’d come to Pakistan to do just that, and she planned to make it work.

She’d been a new nursing graduate in New Orleans when Hurricane Katrina struck, devastating her hospital and her future there. Within days, her hospital, drowning in six feet of stagnant water, had closed forever, and New Orleans, drowning in a sea of looters and rot and misery, seemed a place to escape. She and Emily had headed to Boston, where Abby had found her dream job—in a pediatric clinic where she was in charge of immunizations. She kept track of which babies needed which vaccines, and she managed the records and logged the vaccines. She and Emily squeezed into an impossibly small apartment on Beacon Hill, and just when she thought life couldn’t get any more perfect, she’d met Eric, a six-foot-tall intern who thought more of himself than he probably should have, and maybe Abby should have known better, but she hadn’t, and she’d fallen head over heels in love.

After three years together, her heart had still fluttered at the sight of him, and when he told her he loved her, she was certain her life was set—perfect job, perfect life. She glided on air for the next three years, sure he’d ask her to marry him, but he didn’t. And when Emily became engaged, Eric almost seemed to wither at the news. He’d mumbled something unintelligible and changed the subject. Abby had shrugged her shoulders. He was just overworked. That was it. And she didn’t bring it up again.

When the recession hit and cuts were made, her hospital slashed jobs, and hers was one of the first to be eliminated. Eric had barely blinked. “Forget about that job,” he’d said, but what she heard was I’ll take care of you. The layoff, she thought, might turn out to be a blessing in disguise, a chance for them to get closer. Eric had accepted a fellowship in Oregon, and Abby just assumed she’d be traveling there with him, making a new life together. Instead, within weeks of her layoff, and just days after her thirtieth birthday, Eric, the man she loved beyond all common sense, had—well, he’d dumped her—by e-mail no less. Said he needed space so he’d be moving to Oregon alone. Abby’s dreams had dissolved into nothing. In a heartbeat, everything was gone. No job, no boyfriend, and thirtieth birthday alone. Her birthday horoscope—“This is the year you find true love”—served only to mock her misery.

With her perfect life in tatters, she took to her bed, where she devoured Godiva chocolates and guzzled Grey Goose until neither her stomach nor her dwindling finances could support her misery.

Abby knew full well her self-pity couldn’t last forever, and after a full day and night of decadent melancholy, her throat scratchy and her head pounding, she’d picked herself up, thrown out the candy wrappers, and piled the empty bottles in the recycling bin, certain that the garbagemen would be clucking their tongues.

She was desperate to leave Boston and her wretched life far behind, and her parents, newly retired and moving to a retirement community in Florida, had tried to convince her to join them. “Abby, we’d love to have you move with us,” her mother had cooed. “The three of us again, just like when you were little.”

Abby had winced at the thought. “I love you and Dad,” she’d replied, “but I’m thirty years old, Mom. I need to figure this out on my own.”

“I know, sweetheart, but you’ll always have a place here,” her mother had said.

But Abby wanted to make her own place in the world, and with Emily getting married and Eric gone, she’d have to stand up and do something for herself. She’d stumbled across this United Nations position online, a six-month assignment that seemed custom-made for her—vaccine statistics—and she’d decided it couldn’t hurt to apply. The confusing application process seemed designed to weed out the less determined applicants, but Abby had persisted, doggedly filling out the tedious paperwork. Still, no one was more surprised than she when she’d been offered the post. Perhaps it was the pay, a stipend really—$500 a month with room and board here in the UN house—that had thinned out the interested applicants. Or perhaps it was the area—Peshawar, in Pakistan—“unstable security situation” was how the ad had euphemistically put it.

Emily had cringed at the news. “Pakistan?” she’d moaned. “God, Abby, why not just stay and get another job here? Why do you have to go halfway around the world to find yourself?”

“It’s not that I’m trying to find myself,” she’d replied. “I just want to find where I fit in.”

“Which brings me back to why Pakistan?” Emily was nothing if not persistent. “You’re jumping into this. Stay. Figure things out here.”

“I have to stop relying on everyone else, Em. I’m going, so stop trying to talk me out of it.”

And now here Abby was—in Pakistan, a place she couldn’t even have found on a map not so long ago—on a UN assignment. This could be the adventure of a lifetime, she thought. This place that was so far out of her comfort zone could be just what she needed.

Abby turned off the water, the rush of air on her damp skin bringing her back to the present. She stepped out of the shower and quickly toweled off. Here in Pakistan, the desperate heat should have dictated what she’d wear, but, instead, the delicate cultural balance of this Muslim nation had influenced her wardrobe. Women here, she’d been told, did not show skin. No shorts, no sleeveless shirts, nothing that might offend. She pulled on a long cotton skirt and blouse, and already she could feel beads of perspiration running down her back.

Abby’s hair, the color of wheat, hung in waves to her shoulders, and she ran her fingers through the still-damp strands before shaking them into place. She wiped away the fog from the mirror and studied her reflection. For the first time in a month, her brown eyes were not rimmed with the red of her tears, and she smiled as she applied a thin stroke of eyeliner and a coating of clear lip gloss. Pakistan, she thought, is going to be way better than Oregon. She tucked her feet into sensible Nikes, missing her designer sandals. Too late to think about that now, she reminded herself, probably no chance to wear them here anyway. She was beginning her new life, and this was her first day.

She grabbed her work bag and, pulling open the door, stepped into the dim hallway . . . where she almost ran into a squat, scowling woman.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you,” Abby apologized. The woman, dressed in the local garb of long dress and loose pants, wore a scarf tied around her head and clutched a broom. “I’m Abby, the new UN staffer.” She smiled to herself—she liked the sound of that, UN staffer.

The woman nodded, unspeaking, and Abby, thinking perhaps she’d spoken too quickly, repeated her introduction slowly and enunciated every syllable, hoping that the woman might understand. Instead, as though she’d just wrapped her lips around a bitter fruit, the woman’s face crinkled into a scowl.

“I’m not deaf,” she said, a British edge to her voice. “I heard you the first time. I’m Hana, the housekeeper and cook. She’s waiting for you in there.” Hana looked over her shoulder, nodding her head to the room at the far end of the hallway.

Embarrassed, Abby stuck out her hand. “Sorry, Hana. Nice to meet you. I guess I’ll see you later.”

Hana shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her broom, tapping it against the floor as she worked.

Abby pulled back her hand, swallowing her disappointment at Hana’s unpleasantness. She gathered her courage and headed toward the stream of light at the end of the hallway.

Reading Group Guide

This reading group guide for The Bracelet includes an introduction, discussion questions, and ideas for enhancing your book club. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.


Boston nurse Abby Monroe takes a UN position in one of the most dangerous and unstable countries in the world: Pakistan. Nick Sinclair is a New York Times reporter on a mission to uncover a human trafficking ring that spreads from the villages of India and Pakistan to major cities in the West—and with Abby’s help, he thinks he can finally incriminate the shadowy figure at its heart. As Abby struggles to heal the refugees she works with every day, she also volunteers at a local halfway house, where women who have escaped their captors can recover from the ordeal of being trafficked and work toward a better life. But when a unique piece of jewelry helps Abby realize she’s witnessed a murder by a high-ranking official, she and Nick must break the story before she becomes its next casualty.

Topics & Questions for Discussion

1. Abby takes the nursing position with the UN as a way to escape from her past—the ex-boyfriend who dumped her and the job from which she was laid off. How does her desire to run away mirror that of the underprivileged women and girls who voluntarily go off with traffickers in an attempt to have a better life? Is being able to escape one’s surroundings a privilege of a particular class?

2. Would you ever do as Abby did and travel to a foreign, dangerous place in order to change your life? What are the risks and what are the rewards?

3. Abby feels guilty that she and her roommate Emily left New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. How do the atrocities of Katrina compare with what Abby eventually sees in Pakistan? How are they connected?

4. When did you first realize that Najeela is not the trustworthy friend that Abby wanted her to be? What were some red flags? Have you ever been in a similar position with a friend?

5. Abby doesn’t have her own car and it’s dangerous for her, an American woman, to walk the streets of Peshawar alone. How does her isolation in the UN house amplify her own fears and put her at risk? Is she more vulnerable there than she would be at Nick’s hotel? Are there positive aspects of her seclusion?

6. So much of the secrecy surrounding human trafficking, and so much of the shame for the victims, seems to be related to the patriarchal society of Pakistan and its surrounding areas. How does the subjugation of women in this part of the world allow for these greater atrocities to take place?

7. Abby dislikes Nick when she first meets him, but ultimately he proves to be a great romantic hero. Is there ever any doubt that they might end up together? Did you think she’d ever consider going back to Eric? How does Abby and Nick’s love story enhance the novel?

8. On page 166 Zara says, “When women work together, anything is possible.” How are women in a unique position to fight against corruption in the Eastern world?

9. One of the refrains that we hear from so many of the women at the safe house is, “I’m still a good girl.” Why do you think it’s important for them, after their terrible ordeals, to reiterate this phrase? What does this say about their culture, that the victims of sexual crimes are often the ones to be blamed?

10. When the women at the halfway house told their stories, how did you react? Were you able to read the explicit parts? Was it difficult to read?

11. Did you suspect Hana’s and Mohammed’s true loyalties? Were there hints along the way?

12. The Bracelet is a novel, so the events that take place in it are fictional. But human trafficking is a very real and dire problem. How would your understanding of the events of the book change if the book were nonfiction? Does reading a fictional account provide a more accessible window into this world of corruption?

13. What do you think Abby’s future has in store for her? What do you think will come of Abby and Nick’s relationship?

Enhance Your Book Club

1. The most significant characters in The Bracelet are the victims of trafficking—from the women at the halfway house to the missing people whose photos graced the walls of the Protection Tent. Visit the website www.human to learn more about real-life cases and what you and your book club members can do to help.

2. Abby’s volunteer work at the refugee camp in Peshawar is enriching and opens her eyes to a new world. Schedule a volunteer day with your book group. Whether it’s serving food at a local soup kitchen or delivering meals to the infirm, spend some time helping others. Discuss what you learned with your book club.

3. Although Abby eats plenty of cheeseburgers at the American Club, she also enjoys Pakistani cuisine. Consult a Pakistani cookbook and arrange a potluck dinner with your book group!

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momoffourRB More than 1 year ago
This is a subject that I had not thought about in years. I saw a review in the Sunday paper so I ordered the book and could not put it down What a story, one every girl and woman should read. I do hope this is not the end, please keep us informed on what is being done in the world to stop this business.This is not a subject that will make the front page of the paper or the evening news as there seem to be so many people in high places that are reaping rewards from this dirty business.
HeartofaBookWorm More than 1 year ago
Oh my! The Bracelet is Soooo good! I absolutely could NOT put it down! At times I was on the edge of my seat and couldn't read fast enough LOL. I wouldn't normally pick up a book like this but I am sooo glad I was given the opportunity to review it! I just fell in love Abby Monroe and her journey is one that will inspire and astound you! After witnessing a horrible murder, she just can't let it go. Through Abby, author Roberta Gately, shares the horrific and devastating life of human trafficking. The leaders and those who are forced to live this life will break your heart and anger you all at the same time. Although this book focuses on this serious issue, there is also a bit of a romance that is just perfect!  I highly recommend The Bracelet and I soo look forward to more from Roberta Gately! Thank you so much Leyane Jerejian for allowing me this complimentary book in exchange for my honest review!
sneps More than 1 year ago
Excellent Human Trafficking Story!This is a fast paced story that takes Abby to the streets of Geneva, where she witnesses a murder. One of the things that stands out most for Abby is a piece of jewelry the victim has on: a bracelet with sparkling gems. Abby contacts authorities, but the scene of the crime is clean and Abby begins to doubt what she saw, blaming it on the side effects of a medication she is taking for sleep. Abby then travels to Peshawar, Pakistan as a UN nurse. Leaving behind a broken heart and wanting to find herself again, she takes on this very dangerous job assignment, considering how tumultous the environment is. Abby is housed with a Pakistani hostess, where she oversees reports on immunizations for women and children. She then decides to visit the clinic and begins to put a name with each number assigned to those getting vaccinated and learns about sexual trafficking. While she delves deeper into the stories of those at the clinic, she begins to question all those she meets and soon finds herself running for her life. With the help of a New York Times newsreporter, both try to escape the dark world and bring light to the 3rd largest export business in the world: human trafficking. The stories of the different women rescued from that dark world are given a voice through their talks with Abby and Nick. Soon, the bracelet, the world of human smuggling, and everyone’s role in that horrid life become apparent, with secrets uncovered and fraud at the highest level is discovered. Roberta’s writing is very elaborate and raises awareness on such an important human rights issue: human trafficking for sexual purposes. The story is very fast paced and told with such detail, that the reader will connect with the characters. I would have wanted to learn more about the bracelet and its significance, as well as Najeela’s role with her uncle and fiance. However, it was still an overall great book! -booksintheburbs
kherbrand More than 1 year ago
 This book was fascinating and tragic at the same time.  It gave me a look inside the world of human trafficking at a time when my local church is getting involved in a local program dealing with human trafficking.  It is really scary to me to think that there may be women in my own community who are trafficking victims - but that is a story for antoher day - back to The Bracelet. Abby chose to go to Peshawar to get away from a broken heart and an unsatisfying job.  She wasn't really thinking about where she was going, but what she was running from.  When she sees a woman fall from a balcony in Geneva on her way to Peshawar, she has no way of knowing what that even will come to mean to her, but it is really just foreshadowing the events that she will experience in Pakistan.  She is pretty timid at first, pretty introverted, visiting the camp but not really stepping out side the boundaries she has erected for herself.   As she gets to know the women though, her compassion comes to the forefront and she really starts to relate to them and goes out of her way to befriend them.  Abby does not really understand how Najeela, an Afghan woman who works in the UN house that Abby lives in, does not want to do more for these women.  Najeela is just concerned with what her European boyfriend can give her in the way of jewelry,  and how she is going to get past her father's objections when she announces that she wants to marry him. Nick, a journalist who comes to Pakistan to do an article on Abby, also helps to push Abby out of her comfort zone.  Abby is determined not to cooperate with him, because she does not want to be the subject of an article.  But like with the women in the camp, her carefully constructed walls start to come down and soon her and Nick have stumbled upon some key players in the trafficking world.  LIke I said in the beginning, this was a fascinating read but the tragedy that is happening both here and all over the world is horrifying.  It was quick paced and really kept me glued to the pages.  I would highly recomment this one if you are looking for chick lit with a little soul.
KrittersRamblings More than 1 year ago
Check out the full review at Kritters Ramblings A different kind of setting, taking place in Pakistan was an interesting place to this suspenseful thriller centered around human trafficking and the current happenings in this volatile country.  With the author putting two huge topics into one book, as the reader, I didn't feel overwhelmed, I loved how both the issues interacted with each other in the story and how one can affect the other.   
literarymuseVC More than 1 year ago
Abby Monroe has lost her job as a nurse after Hurricane Katrina wiped out the hospital in New Orleans where she worked. Soon thereafter her boyfriend Eric dumped her and moved from Boston to Oregon, saying he needed to do this alone. Now she's initially in Geneva, where she inadvertently witnesses a devastating crime which haunts her dreams for a very long time. Now, she just wants to get away which she does by being accepted for a UN job in Pakistan. The nightmare and sorrow of the past now becomes the escape route to reshaping her life but certainly not as expected at all! Abby receives a warm welcome from another UN worker, Najeela, and a cold, hard look from the UN housekeeper, Hana. Reeling from the sites of abandoned children and abused women at a nearby refugee cam, Abby meets an American Pulitzer-prize-winning journalist, Nick who initially strikes her as an arrogant waste of a guy but who later will be the link that helps her keep her sanity. Now Abby is enduring culture shock of the highest magnitude! In the days ahead Abby learns of the sexual traffic and opium businesses that just might be linked to someone she is coming to know well. Story after story is recounted by women who were sold as young girls in order to insure financial solvency for the girls' family, with devastating, abusive scars that will probably never heal permanently. The remainder of the story concerns the capture of those deeply involved in maintaining and promoting the illegal sexual and drug traffic not only in Pakistan and nearby Afghanistan but across the Middle East and Europe as well. Some characters are part of the secret sent to put a stop to this travesty of justice and the story ultimately reaches a violent conclusion involving some thought to be innocent and others who seemed unimportant who are pivotal to solving these crimes. The Bracelet: A Novel is a hard, tough story to take but a necessary one. This is truly "real" fiction and well told. It should be a story that fosters greater dialogue about how to cope with these pathological, evil deeds and their perpetrators. Finely told, Ms. Gately
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderful and captivating writer! Inspiring as a future nursing student! Genius work, as always! I will be fondly awaiting the day that she releases another action jam packed edge of your seat phenomenal captivating inspiring enthralling wonderful spontaneous innocent nursing related book! Love you Roberta, Abby, and Nick!!! MUST READ AND RE-READ!!!
CrossroadReviews More than 1 year ago
I received this book from the publisher Thanks Gallery!! Again this is one of my branch out books. Not something I would normally read. But this book was so good. I love the cover its beautiful and classic. This story will grip you and not let you go until the end. A book about a real issue we face today. Human Trafficking is really something we have to worry about. My mother had a brush with this when she was a teen. She had applied for a babysitting job that would allow her to travel the world with the family. And at 18 that seemed wonderful. So she set up a time to meet. When she got to the house it was swarming with police. She later found out that they had been kidnapping young woman and sending them over seas. So read this book it will move you! "*I received a copy of this book for free to review, this in no way influenced my review, all opinions are 100% honest and my own."
FeatheredQuillBookReviews More than 1 year ago
Roberta Gately pulls the curtain back in her latest novel, The Bracelet, and enlightens the reader to the hideous and inhumane business of human trafficking. Thirty-year-old nurse Abby Monroe sets out on a journey and life’s experience she may never have had, had she not lost her nursing job in Boston or been dumped by her boyfriend, Eric. Desperate circumstances call for drastic changes and suffice it to say, Abby goes to extremes when she responds to an employment ad for an overseas assignment. She is on her way to a UN clinic in Peshawar, Pakistan where she will be evaluating an immunization program—not exactly the most desirable place for a fair complexioned, honey blond, American beauty. On the last leg of her journey to Pakistan, Abby sets out from her Geneva hotel, pre-dawn to take one final run. What she didn’t know was it would end in murder. Ms. Gately is specific in building a scene of peace and tranquility in the early morning hours only to rip the rug out from under the reader’s feet. In the next scene, screams are heard, a body is cascading downward and the mind’s eye zooms in on the first clue: a brilliant and ornately bejeweled, gold cuff—The Bracelet. Ms. Gately notes Abby’s frustration when she has her share specific details about the tragedy with a call to her best friend, Emily in Boston and a visit to the Police in Geneva. However, not only was a body never produced; but the notion of the mysterious bracelet was questionable as well. Once in Peshawar, Abby cannot shake the fact that nobody believes her account of the murder she is certain she witnessed. However, Gately redirects the reader for the time being and moves forward on another course. She introduces a new character, Najeela Siddiqui, administrative assistant at the UN Staff House. Gately successfully achieves the element of the diversities between Western-cultured, Abby and Pakistani Najeela. In spite of their cultural differences, she does a tremendous job in establishing an instant connection between the two women. It is when New York Times reporter Nick Sinclair is introduced that another facet to the plot is uncovered. On the surface, Sinclair is on assignment to do a cover story about Abby and her UN services in Peshawar. However, there is a dirty, tightly-kept secret that festers globally and Sinclair’s mission is to expose it. With his Pulitzer winning writing abilities and a fair amount of adventure, it’s time to blow the top off the dirty secret once and for all. Things never are what they appear to be on their surface and Gately is the master of spinning just that. She has managed to write an intriguing work of fiction and at the same time a compelling story that perhaps isn’t all too far from reality in many respects. She is compassionate in her address toward the many innocent unknowns throughout our world who have fallen prey to the inhumane crime of human trafficking that generates billions of untracked dollars on the black market. However, she does not lecture. Gately’s thought-provoking insights in The Bracelet deliver a clear message of her compassionate view of the subject matter. Gatley has hands-down passed the age-old litmus test of an accomplished writer in that, a writer writes what a writer knows - without question, Ms. Gately knew her topic and therefore, she wrote a fantastic book. Quill Says: Current topic equals great read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago