Jun 152021
Before the Kids and Mortgage: One Couple's Escape from the Ordinary

Before The Kids And Mortgage by Eyal N. Danon

Chapter One

The Love Boat On The Kali Gandaki

In a small apartment, the telephone rings. “Hello, I’m speaking with Eyal?” a man’s voice asks in English with a heavy French accent.
“Yes,” I reply. “Who is this?”
“This is Freddy, from the rafting trip in Nepal.”
“Freddy! How are you? Is everything all right?”
“Yes, yes, everything is fine. Can you come fetch me?”
“What do you mean, ‘fetch you’?” As far as I knew, Freddy was at that very moment in distant Brussels. “Where are you?”
“At your airport. I’m here, in Israel,” Freddy explained patiently in his nasally voice. “Don’t you remember? When we were in the Himalayas, I promised that if you two would get married, I’m come to your wedding.”

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Apr 132021

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Lost, Found, and Forever

Lost, Found, and Forever by Victoria Schade

Justine Becker held the base of  the food-long oblong pink dog toy in her fist, like she was swishing at her employee. Her dog, Spencer, dropped into a play bow at her feet with a tongue-lolling grin, ready to give the new product a test-drive.

Not sure I would have wanted to read this book just based on the first paragraph, but when I read the synopsis I definitely wanted a copy! I have just over an hour left and am pretty sure I know how it will end and am excited to see how if I’m right.

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Feb 232021

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Love, Clancy: A Dog's Letters Home

Love, Clancy: A dog’s Letters Home by Richard Glover

Age: Three Months
c/-The New Kennel
Chateau Chaos
28 November

Dear Mum and Dad,
It’s Clancy here, your puppy, writing from my new home in the city. The people I’ve moved in with seem friendly but a little strange. They’re particularly weird whenever I urinate. Either they run around grabbing rolls of paper towel, in a scene of some hysteria, saying, ‘Oh no! Oh no!’ or the stand smiling and saying, ‘Good dog, good dog.’

The first version happens inside, after I’ve urinated on the kitchen floor; the other outside, after I’ve urinated on the grass. I’m not sure what they are trying to convey. The only certain thing is that the “Oh no! Oh no!’ version is much more fun for me to watch, so it’s the reaction I go out of my way to generate.

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Jan 262021

The Five Wishes of Mr. Murray McBride by Joe Siple

Book 1 of 2: Murray McBride

Chapter One

Murray McBride
Lemon Grove, Illinois
Twenty Years Earlier

Bran Flakes. Every morning for longer than this old brain can remember. Since Jenny died, anyhow. Chalky and bland and disgusting. But I’m not one of those picky folk who need the most expensive caviar for every meal. Never have been.

I stare at the Bran Flakes like they’re a worthy opponent. I’ll attempt to chew and swallow and they’ll try to kill me with a lack of flavor. May the best man win.

It’s my birthday – the Big Ten-Oh- which does nothing but remind me I have no one left. No family, except a greedy grandson who rarely visits. No friends, except the grocery check-out clerk with the pierced nostril – a sparkly hoop I can’t help but stare at. I’m not proud of it, but I want to include my Internist, Doc Keaton, on that list of friends. Why else would he insist on a birthday physical? A glance at the clock tells me I’ll be late for the appointment, but what do I care? Get to be my age, and people don’t expect much of you.

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Jan 192021

The Best Life Stories: 150 Real-life Tales of Resilience, Joy, and Hope-

all 150 Words or Less!

Let Him Go, Olivia

Alejandro Arbide, San Antonio, Texas

There I was. Upside down inside the swimming pool. Drowned. My parents were screaming. It must have been the summer of  ’63. It was a gloomy day. Every Sunday we went to my grandparents’ house. My cousins and I were playing alongside the pool. I must have slipped. At three years old, I did not know how to swim. My mother was giving me CPR. More than twenty or twenty-five minutes had gone by. The ambulance had arrived. Everybody was staring at my mother. “Let him go, Olivia. It’s over.” Even my father had some feelings of resignation. Yet, she never gave up.

I write this story as a tribute to my mother, who, only four years later, passed away. And also in recognition of the editors who made it possible for my mother to have read in Reader’s Digest the miracle made by another woman utilizing then recently discovered CPR.

 Posted by at 10:05 AM
Jan 122021

Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe: A Novel

Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg

June 12, 1929

Cafe Opens

The Whistle Stop Cafe opened up last week, right next door to me at the post office, and owners Idgie Threadgoode and Ruth Jamison said business has been good ever since. Idgie says that for people who know her not to worry about getting poisoned, she is not cooking. All the cooking is being done by two colored women, Sipsy and Onzell, and the barbecue is being cooked by Big George, who is Onzell’s husband.



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Jan 052021


Neighbors by Danielle Steel

Chapter 1
The massive stone mansion was hot even in the basement as Debbie Speck bustled around the large efficient kitchen putting away the groceries that her husband Jack had just brought in. He was perspiring profusely. He was forty-four years old, somewhat overweight with balding dark hair and always reeked of aftershave that covered the faintly boozy smell of the cheap scotch he kept in his room and drank at night. It came through his pores the next day, when he exerted himself. Debbie usually joined him with a drink or two at night. She preferred gin and tonic or vodka she kept in the freezer in the basement apartment where their employer, Meredith White, never ventured. She respected their privacy which was ideal for them. Debbie was also heavy and dyed her hair blond herself.


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Dec 152020

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A Lake House Holiday: A Small-Town Christmas Romance Novel by [Megan Squires]

A Lake House Holiday: A Small-Town Christmas Romance
by Megan Squires

Ace barked three times every morning, right at the stroke of seven. He was the best alarm clock Jolene Carter ever had, but he didn’t appreciate it when she’d bop him squarely on his head in an attempt to hit the snooze, like she did that morning. He let his distaste be known with a low rumble in his throat. It would’ve intimidated a stranger, but little about the one hundred pound ball of fluff could rattle Jolene.

The dog had wandered his way out of the dense Merrylark forest line and onto Jolene’s property years ago, and after posting on local websites and venturing a trip down the hill to the humane society, she concluded that the mutt had been abandoned on purpose. That revelation broke Jolene’s heart, yet at the same time healed it. Ace could become rightfully hers.

“Wow,” Jolene muttered before she could stop herself. And then she did the one thing she knew to do in a situation like this. “Luke, would you like to come in for a cup of coffee? I was just about to put a pot on.”

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Dec 012020

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Dirt: Growing Strong Roots in What Makes the Broken Beautiful

Dirt: Growing Strong Roots in What Makes the Broken Beautiful
by Mary Marantz

Chapter 1
From the edge of a dirt path off of Airport Road, where the road forks and snakes just a little taller to form the highest point on Fenwick Mountain, you can stand and watch a storm roll in from any and all directions.

We would do that often when I was little. We’d stand out under the wooden overhang of a hand-built lean-to turned front porch-where the boards were all mismatched scraps of whatever you could find and the nails, half-hammered and crooked, sat rusted from the punishment of a blistering summer sun-and watch as streaks of lightening lit up the heat of a July night sky. While thunder rumbled hard and shook the mountains.

Year round, I dumped scraps of brown beans and cornbread for the latest stray that had wandered into the yard. They were all kept in line by one feral gray tabby cat, who adopted me as it’s own when I was just four years old and found it abandoned at the elementary schoolyard in New Hope. It came up to me purring, with it’s green eyes and the distinctive shape of an M in the fur on it’s forehead , which I took as a sigh that we belonged together.

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Nov 032020

Teaser Tuesday Time


Channel Kindness: Stories of Kindness and Community by [Born This Way Foundation Reporters, Lady Gaga]

Channel Kindness: Stories of Kindness and Community by Lady Gaga

Trust Kindness
Charleen Colón

On a gloomy afternoon in December 2013, two days before Christmas, my family’s doorbell rang. Not much in the mood for an unannounced visit from a friend-much less a stranger – I felt little enthusiasm as I went to see who it was.

It’s important to pause and think about what you’re doing, just in case you might hurt someone. And by someone, that includes yourself.

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