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The Rastafarians (Book 13)

 Remember book reports when we were in school? For some they were a dreaded terrible thing, for others they were fun ways to recall your favorite book and an easy format to tell someone what the book was about. I've decided to post some reports of books I've read recently; let's jump right in.

I was given this book by an owner of a cannabis farm in Northern California. I spent 3 months harvesting marijuana. It was one of the best experiences in my life. The cabin we stayed in atop a 4,000 ft mountain had a rather interesting book case. I asked the owner if I could swap a book for this one and he obliged. I'm glad he did because I learned so much about this. Culture/ Religion that I didn't know about and clarification on things I did. 


Author: Lenoard E. Barrett, Sr.


Title:  The Rastafarians 


Main Characters:  The Author and the Rasta's he interviewed 


Setting: A lot of this book took place on the island of Jamaica in 1997. It goes further back in history literally to the time of Hailie  Selassie and Marcus Garvey.


Plot:  The Plot of this book is simple, it helps people understand who the Rastafarians are and what they are about. How they live and even how they came to be. 


Personal Endorsement:  I learned a lot from this book. I became very interested in the authors journey and the things he endured while composing the information for the readers. Although I'm well educated on the culture/religion of it all, this book gave me an in depth view of the blood, sweat and tears it took a group of people to be able to find God in a way they understood it. This book is a real informative well researched and put together masterpiece. 


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