Jan 202020
 

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Recipe for a Perfect Wife by Karma Brown

It was late in both day and season for planting, but she had no choice in the matter. Her husband hadn’t understood the urgency, having never nurtured a garden. Nor did he hold an appreciation for its bounty, and as a result had been gently irritable with her that morning. Wishing she would focus on more important tasks instead, of which there were many, as they’d moved in only the week before. It was true much of the garden could wait – little happened during these later months, as bulbs rested dormant, waiting for the rain and warmth of spring. But this particular plant, with it’s bell-shaped flowers plentiful, would not be so patient. Besides, it was a gift and came with specific instructions, so there was no alternative but to get it in the ground. Today.

Jan 132020
 

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A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood:
The Poetry of Mister Rogers by Fred Rogers

Mister Rogers’ Invitation
Would you like to meet the tiger
Who lives there in that clock?
Or see that Eiffel Tower
And hear a French man talk?

Would you like to use a telephone?
It’s a tin can on a string
That lets you reach the castle
Where a most majestic king
His Majesty King Friday
is in charge of everything!

Jan 062020
 

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Bite Me: Tell-All Tales of an Emergency Veterinarian by [Lefkowitz DVM, Laura]

Bite Me: Tell-All Tales of an Emergency Veterinarian by Laura Lefkowitz DVM

Chapter 1
Night Of Traumas

Summer is the busy season in the veterinary ER business. Dogs and cats are fighting, animals bolting in front of cars, and garbage cans are being knocked over, their contents scavenged. Grass awns are finding their way into our animals’ eyes and ears. Owners are camping with their dogs who are drinking stagnant water, eating poisonous mushrooms, and riding loose in truck beds. Hunting dogs are nosing up to venomous snakes, or cornering sharp-toothed animals, or overheating in the excitement of the chase. Disease-carrying ticks, mosquitoes, and fleas are biting through the protective fur of animals’ coats. Unvaccinated puppies are sniffing virus-laden feces in the park. Cats are scrapping over their territories and arriving at out hospital with nasty wounds on their bodies. Every summer the veterinary business booms.

Dec 302019
 

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Regretting You by Colleen Hoover
Narrated by Tanya Eby & Lauren Ezzo

Chapter One
Morgan

I wonder if humans are the only living creatures that ever feel hollow inside.
I don’t understand how my body can be full of everything bodies are full of – bones and muscles and blood and organs – yet my chest sometimes feels vacant, as if someone could scream into my mouth and it would echo inside of me.

I’ve been feeling this way for a few weeks now. I was hoping it would pass because I’m beginning to worry about what’s causing this emptiness. I have a great boyfriend I’ve been dating for almost two years now. If I don’t count Chris’s moments of intense teenage immaturity (mostly fueled by alcohol), he’s everything I want in a boyfriend. Funny, attractive, loves his mother, has goals. I don’t see how he could be the cause of this feeling.

Would you keep reading?

This is my First Book Of  2020 so I’ll be starting it 1/1/20

Dec 162019
 

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The Family Journal by [Brown, Carolyn]

The Family Journal by Carolyn Brown

Chapter One
When you come to the end of the rope, it’s time to tie a knot and hang on. Lily Anderson had reached the place where there wasn’t even enough rope left to tie a knot. She’d thought about her problem for a whole day, made a few phone calls, and now her mind was made up. She was moving her kids out of the city of Austin and to her hometown of Comfort, Texas – population a little more than three thousand.

Would you keep reading?

Dec 092019
 

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An Heirloom Christmas: A Small-Town Christmas Romance Novel

An Heirloom Christmas:
A Small-Town Christmas Romance Novel by Megan Squires

Chrissy

“I’m not sure I want this masterpiece hanging on anyone’s door but my own!”

Doris lowered her tortoiseshell reading glasses to peer over their rim as he held her wreath at arm’s length to survey her craftsmanship. Predictably, she’d opted for a coffee theme this year, with plastic mugs adhered to the floral wire and letters that read ‘But First, Coffee!’ arching over the top. Given that Doris Beasley and her husband, Earl, owned the only coffee shop in Heirloom Point, it was an expected choice.

Dec 022019
 

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Running with Sherman: The Donkey with the Heart of a Hero by Christopher McDougall

1

I knew something was wrong the second the pickup truck pulled into our driveway. I’d been waiting for Wes for more than an hour, and now, before he even came to a stop, the look in his eyes warned me to brace myself.

“He’s in rough shape,” Wes said as he got out of the truck. “Rougher than I thought.” I’ve know Wes for more than ten years, nearly from the day my wife and I first uprooted ourselves from Philadelphia to live on this small farm in Pennsylvania Amish country, and I’d never seen him so grim before. Together, we walked behind the pickup and pulled open the trailer doors.

I took a look inside, then immediately grabbed in my pocket for my phone. Luckily, I had the number I needed. “Scott, you’ve got to get over here. This is really bad.”

Nov 252019
 

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Speaking American: How Y’all, Youse , and You Guys Talk: A Visual Guide by Josh Katz

Part One
How We Live
What We Call The Shoes We Wear To The Gym

It used to be that if you wanted something to wear on your feet, your only options was expensive handcrafted leather. But in the late nineteenth century, the assembly-line efficiency of the Industrial Revolution and the advent of new materials like vulcanized rubber gave rise to new, cheap, mass-produced footwear. Typically, it had canvas uppers and soft rubber soles.

What to call these newfangled footwear? People quickly began using them to play tennis, so why not call them tennis shoes? Makes sense. That was good enough for most of the country, but in Boston, for reasons lost to history, people thought: Hey, I can really sneak around in these things; lets call them sneakers.

Nov 182019
 

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Stay by Catherine Ryan Hyde

Part One: Then
Summer 1969

Chapter One
The Tipping Day

Is it just me, or does everybody have a day in their life like the one I’m about to retell? I’m talking about those days that act like a fulcrum between everything that came before and your brand-new life after.

It feels a little something like this: When I was a kid, I used to like to bust a move on the playground. Boy stuff, I suppose. I’d run up to the teeter-totter and jump on the “down” seat. The one that was resting in the dirt. Then I’d trot up to the middle- the part that sits safely on the bar. And then, when I kept going, I’d hit the spot where my weight would tip the thing. You know it’s there, you anticipate it. You slow your step just a little bit, knowing it’s soon and you’re about to find it. There’s a delicious little moment of fear in there, but it’s manageable. Next thing you know, you’re being dropped safely back to the dirt, but on the other side. This day was something like that. It was the summer of 1969. was fourteen.

Nov 112019
 

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The Giver of Stars by Jojo Moyes

Prologue

December 20, 1037

Listen. Three miles deep in the forest just below Arnott’s Ridge, and you’re in silence so dense it’s like you’re wading through it. There’s no birdsong past dawn, not even in high summer, and especially not now, with the chill air so thick with moisture that it stills those few leaves clinging gamely to the branches. Among the oak and hickory nothing stirs: wild animals are deep underground, soft pelts intertwined in narrow caves or hollowed out hocks, and every few strides he staggers and snorts suspiciously, checking for loose flints and holes under the endless white. Only the narrow creek below moves confidently, it’s clear water murmuring and bubbling over the stony bed, headed down toward an endpoint nobody around here has ever seen.

Nov 042019
 

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Her Daughter’s Mother by Daniela Petrova

Prologue
I watched her walk down the street. She had a fast, determined pace, kew where she was going. No hesitation, no window-shopping as she passed boutiques and gourmet grocery stores. Not even cute dogs or babies distracted her. A woman on a mission. A woman who didn’t bother glancing back. A woman easy to follow. I kept my distance just in case.

Oct 282019
 

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Let It Snow by John Green, Lauren Myracle, Maureen Johnson

Chapter One

It was the night before Christmas.
Well, to be more precise, it was the afternoon before Christmas. But before I take you into the beating heart of the action, let’s get one thing out of the way. I know from experience that if it comes up later, it will distract you so much that you won’t be able to concentrate on anything else I tell you.
My name is Jubilee Dougal. Take a moment and let it sink in.

Oct 222019
 

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This Is How It Always Is by Laurie Frankel

Once Upon A Time, Claude Was Born
But first, Roo was born. Roosevelt Walsh-Adams. They Had decided to hyphenate because-and in spite-of all the unusual reasons but mostly so their firstborn could have his grandfather’s name without sounding too presidential, which seemed to his parents like a lot of pressure for a six pound, two ounce, brand new tiny human. First Roo was born, all pink and sticky and loud and miraculous. Then Ben was born. Then they debated and deliberated and decided just one more and therefore got twins- Rigel and Orion- who were no doubt going to voice hostility about their names when they became older than four,especially when Rigel found out he was named after the constellation’s toe, but who for the moment were too little and too loud to car. The leap from two to four felt astronomical, so their parents had turned to the heavens.

Oct 072019
 

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Marilla Of Green Gables by Sarah McCoy

Prologue

1876

It’d been a rain chilled May that felt more winter than spring. The apple, cherry, and plum trees were far less jubilant than usual. Their blossoms confetti-ed the pitched roof and washed down the eaves of Green Gables without anybody noticing. Marilla and Matthew worked side by side like blinder-clad horses, plowing ahead as they’d always done. The steady momentum they shared carried them toward the future. The farm chores needed doing, a lost button needed sewing, a batch of bread needed kneading: today was full. Tomorrow would come unpredictably, as was predictable. No us worrying until it was staring you in the face.

Sep 302019
 

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Louisiana’s Way Home by Kate DiCamillo

I am going to write it all down, so that what happened to me will be known, so that if someone were to stand at their window at night and look up at the stars and think, My goodness, whatever happened to Louisiana Elefante? Where did she go? they will have an answer. They will know.
This is what happened.
I will begin at the beginning.

The beginning is that my great-grandfather was a magician, and long, long ago he set into motion a most terrible curse.
But right now you do not need to know the details of the terrible curse. You only need to know that it exists and that it is a curse that has been passed down from generation to generation.
It is, as I said, a terrible curse.
And now it has landed upon my head.
Keep that in mind.

Sep 232019
 

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The Dearly Beloved by Cara Wall

Prologue

On the day Charles Barrett died, James MacNally closed the door to his study, sat down in his chair, and laid his head on the thick edge of his desk so he could weep. His wife, Nan, did not knock to be let in, though his rough, heavy sobs hit her like stones. She knew James’s death would wring the same sounds from her, if he went first and left her adrift in the world, unmoored.

Sep 172019
 

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The Totally Awesome Book of Useless Information

The Totally Awesome Book of Useless Information by Noel Botham

Squirrels can climb a tree faster than it can run on the ground

Happy Birthday is the most often sung song in America

A bumble bee beats it’s wings about 160 times a second

Sleeping Beauty slept for one hundred years

Queen Elizabeth 1 had more than 2000 dresses

More presidents have been born in the state of Virginia than any other state

Sep 092019
 

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Pachinko by Min Jin Lee

Book 1
Gohyang/Hometown

1
Yeongdo, Busan, Korea

History has failed us, but no matter.
At the turn of the century, an aging fisherman and his wife decided to take in lodgers for extra money. Both were born and raised in the fishing village of Yeongdo – a five mile wide islet beside the port city of Busan. In their long marriage, the wife gave birth to three sons, but only Hoonie, the eldest and the weakest one, survived. Hoonie was born with a cleft palate and a twisted foot; he was, however, endowed with hefty shoulders, a squat build, and a golden complexion. Even as a young man, he retained the mild, thoughtful temperament he’d had as a child. When Hoonie covered his misshapen mouth with his hands, something he did out of habit meeting strangers, he resembled his nice-looking father, both having the same large, smiling eyes. Inky eyebrows graced his broad forehead, perpetually tanned from outdoor work. Like his parents, Hoonie was not a nimble talker, and some made the mistake of thinking that because he could not speak quickly there was something wrong with his mind, but that was not true.

Sep 022019
 

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Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo

Book 1
The Dead

1
He wished the phone would stop ringing. It was bad enough to be sick let alone having a phone ring all night long. Boy was he sick. Not from any of their sour french wine either. A man couldn’t hold enough of it to get a head this big. His stomach was going round and round and round. Fine thing nobody’d answer that phone. It sounded like it was ringing in a room about a million miles wide. His head was a million miles wide too. The hell with the telephone.

Aug 272019
 

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Escape Room: A Novel, Megan Goldin

The Escape Room by Megan Goldin

Prologue

It was Miguel who called 911at 4:07A.M. on an icy Sunday morning. The young security guard spoke in an unsteady voice, fear disguised by cocky nonchalance.

Miguel had been an apiring bodybuilder until he injured his back lifting boxes in a warehouse job and had to take night-shift work gaurding a luxury office tower in the final stages of construction. He had a muscular physique, dark hair, and a cleft in his chin.

He was conducting a cursory inspection when a scream rang out. At first, he didn’t hear a thing. Hip-hop music blasted through the oversize headphones he wore as he swept his flashlight across the dark recesses of the lobby.