Author Britt Minshall travels to Haiti and enters the forbidden territory of teenage sex workers, U. S. government dirty tricks and drug lords dealing death on America’s street by swapping cash for easy entry. This almost fictional tale accompanies Christian missionaries to the poorest nation in the hemisphere where some fall to lusting encounters with the very young people they came to save.

You’ll witness sins endemic to poverty ensnarl everyone involved from a hotel brothel in Port au Prince to the White House in Washington.

Reviewers have commented “couldn’t put it down,’ ‘I never understood ‘till now,’ ‘Minshall better look over his shoulder,’ ‘hottest read of the century.” Ring of Angels (248 pages) is an easy read. Written more like cinema than literature, like Hemingway, Minshall writes to people not writers.

In the genre of Graham Green, Minshall captures that sultry quality reserved to those who have walked among victims of oppression and lived to tell their story. Readers have cried at the sadness, become aroused at the erotica, angry at our country’s manipulation and inspired at salvation emerges in the midst of damnation. One caution: every reader wants to travel to Haiti. This is profoundly adult literature not suitable for children.