Short Story Review: "Help Me Make It Through The Night" by Kathy Golden

About The Author

Hello Everyone,


At present, I am working on my Christian novella, An Invisible Hand. You can sign up for details about it at www.aninvisiblehandbykathygolden.com. Be sure to opt in to receive an update on when my novella is published.[Update: An Invisible Hand is now published! Get your copy today. I'm working on the sequel and would love to hear what you would like to read more about in the second book. Post in the discussion section on this page or contact me via the website. Thanks! Kathy]

I studied creative writing at the University of South Florida in Tampa, Florida. I offer manuscript evaluations to help you improve your book before you have it edited and/or before you upload it for distribution. Contact me at any of my websites for more information.

I particularly enjoy listening to audiobooks. I've created Just Audiobook Reviews: a website featuring audiobooks that I read and review.

About The Book

On Christmas Eve, two strangers, fit only for one another's company, meet for the first time at a bar. A chance meeting? Maybe not. But one thing's for certain. They both need someone to help them make it through the night.

My Review


Two tortured souls meet and help each other make it through what can be one of the loneliest nights of the year when you're alone. I thoroughly enjoyed this entertaining Christmas short story that I devoured in one sitting. Great job, Kathy Golden! I look forward to reading more stories by this author.

Get Help Me Make It Through The Night

Next Eight books and short stories on my review list are:
Sharpe Shooter (Cozy Suburb Mystery Series) by Lisa B. Thomas (just finished)
Legend of the Walking Dead by Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko

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