Dec 032018
 

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The Christmas Forest by Rebecca Boxall

Prologue
Friday 17 November 2917
Enid

Even as she approached the postbox, it’s bright-red hue matching her sister’s winter coat, she wasn’t sure which one she would send. The letters looked identical: the same high-quality ivory envelopes; the same precise calligrapny – neat, inky loops; the name of the recipient and his exotic address; the stamps and the royal-blue ‘Airmail’ stickers. There was nothing to distinguish them at all but Enid knew absolutely that the one clapsed in her gloved left hand was a polite refusal and the other, in her right, said ‘yes’.

Nov 262018
 

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Raymie Nightingale by [DiCamillo, Kate]

Raymie Nightingale by Kate DiCamillo

One

There were three of them, three girls.
They were standing side by side.
They were standing at attention.
And then the girl in the pink dress, the one who was stand right next to Raymie, let out a sob and said, “The more I think about it, the more terrified I am. I am too terrified to go on!”

Nov 192018
 

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Elevation

Elevation by Stephen King

Chapter 1

Losing Weight

Scott Carey knocked on the door of the Ellis condo unit, and Bob Ellis (everyone in Highland Acres still called him Doctor Bob, although he was five yeard retired) let him in. “Well, Scott, here you are. Ten on the dot. Now what can I do for you?”

So sorry about this week’s post. It was scheduled to post last night but it didn’t so it was a few hours late going up. And then when I checked it today Mister Linky was missing. Thanks for adding your links in your comments before I got it fixed!

Nov 122018
 

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Perched on the Edge: Poems and Songs for Everyday

Perched on the Edge: Poems and Songs for Everyday by Lowell a Anderson

Playing Upon A Word

The author lay upon the ground

She was bruised and shaken

She said that she was sorry, that it was really quite absurd

She fell, she said, while she was trying to play upon a word

 

Nov 052018
 

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The Storyteller's Secret

The Storyteller’s Secret by Sejal Badani

JAYA
2000
ONE

I was five years old when I begged my mother for a dog. The breed or size didn’t matter. I just wanted something of my own to love and to hold tight. Mom surprised me with a puppy waiting on a leash three days after I asked. It was perfect. I took the dog everywhere and slept with it every night. A few months later, the dog got out of the backyard and was lost. I sat on my bed and cried for hours while my mother watched me silently from the doorway of my room. I finally fell asleep, exhausted from my grief. Only the next morning did I discover she had come in during the night to pull the blanket over me and turn off the light. She never said a word to me about my loss.

Oct 292018
 

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In Pieces by Sally Field

My Grandmother’s Daughter

I wait for my mother to haunt me as she promised she would; long to wake in the night with the familiar sight of her sitting at the end of my bed, to talk to her one more time, to feel that all the pieces have been put into place, the puzzle is solved, and I can rest.

Oct 222018
 

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Sea Prayer

Sea Prayer by Khaled Hosseini
Illustrated by Dan Williams

My dear Marwan,
in the long summers of childhood,
when I was a boy the age you are now,
your uncles and I
spread our mattress on the roof
of your grandfather’s farmhouse
outside of Homes.

We woke in the mornings
to the stirring of olive trees in the breeze,
to the bleating of your grandmother’s goat,
the clanking of her cooking pots,
the air cool and the sun
a pale rim of persimmon to the east.

This is another book that I first saw when Diane posted a review. I couldn’t get it out of my head so I borrowed a copy from the library. Would you keep reading?

Oct 152018
 

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Our House by Louise Candlish

1

Friday, January 13, 2017

She must be mistaken, but it looks exactly as if someone is moving into her house.

Oct 012018
 

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A Deadly Development (Hang Ten Australian Cozy #2)

A Deadly Development (Hang Ten Australian Cozy Mystery Book 2)
by Stacey Alabaster

Alyson
There are rules in the surf. You don’t cut someone off, and you definitely don’t steal someone’s wave. First surfer gets dibs. Clair, as rusty as she was, and as much as I wanted to show her how it was done, was there first. So I hung back on my board and tried to watch her do her thing.

Sep 242018
 

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An Accidental Murder (The Yellow Cottage Vintage Mysteries #1)

An Accidental Murder by J. New

(The Yellow Cottage Vintage Mysteries #1)

Chapter One
It was a particularly chilly and damp Saturday afternoon in September, and I was taking a momentary break from the unpacking of boxes to have a quick sandwich and a cup of tea. I’d already laid and lit the log fire and now sat, sleepy and content, in an overstuffed armchair, watching the flames dance and flicker in the grate. An listening to the wind whistling down the chimney like and irate ghost.

Sep 172018
 

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Harbor Me by Jacqueline Woodson

We think they took my papi.

It’s over now. Or maybe it isn’t. Maybe, even as I sit on my bed in the dying light of the late afternoon, it’s beginning again. Maybe Ms. Laverne is looking over the new class list, her finger moving down the row of names. Maybe her, she is thinking. And him. And her. But it won’t be the same. It won’t ever be the six of us together again.

We think they took my pappi.

Sep 102018
 

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The Good Neighbor: The Life and Work of Fred Rogers

The Good Neighbor: The Life and Work of Fred Rogers by Maxwell King

1.
Freddy

Nancy Mcfeely Rogers had come back to her parents’ house in Latrobe, Pennsylvania, forty miles southeast of Pittsburgh, just before Fred Rogers was born. She wanted to be sure that she would have as much help and support as possible for what might be a hard delivery. Nancy’s first baby was coming two and a half years after her marriage to James Hillis Rogers, a handsome, dark-haired young man who had finished his engineering studies at Pennsylvania State University and the University of Pittsburgh. Jim Rogers and his young bride, also dark-haired and attractive, made a striking couple in this small but growing industrial city in western Pennsylvania in the mid-1920’s.

Sep 032018
 

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Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

1.
Ma
1952

The morning burned so August hot, the marsh’s moist breath hung the oaks and pines with fog. The palmetto patches stood unusually quiet except for the low, slow flap of the heron’s wings lifting from the lagood. And then, Kya, only six at the time, heard the screen door slap. Standing on the stool, she stopped scrubbing grits from the pot and lowered into the basin of worn-out suds. No sounds now but her own breathing. Who had left the shack? Not Ma. She never let the door slam.

But when Kya ran to the porch, she saw her mother in a long brown skirt, kick pleats nipping at her ankles, as she walked down the sandy lane in high heels.The stubby-nosed shoes were fake alligator skin. Her only going-out pair. Kya wanted to holler out but knew not to rouse Pa, so she opened the door and stood on the brick-‘n’-board steps. From there she saw the blue train case Ma carried. Usually, with the confidence of a pup, Kya knew her mother would return with meat wrapped in greasy brown paper or with a chicken, head dangling down. But she never wore the gator heels, never took a case.

Aug 272018
 

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Bodies on the Beach (Hang Ten Australian Cozy #1)

Bodies on the Beach (Hang Ten Australian Cozy #1) by Stacey Alabaster

1
______________
Claire

Having admirers was nothing unusual for me. But on this day, I wanted to remain incognito. I was dressed in black, shades on, as I drove back into town, trying to dodge the stares coming from overhead. Caw-caw. I know a bunch of crows is called a ‘murder’, but what about seagulls? They swooped down and followed me. I knew exactly what they wanted. Food. When tourists come to the beach, that’s what they bring with them.

Aug 202018
 

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The Lido

The Lido by Libby Page

Chapter 1
~~~~~~~~~
Step out of Brixton underground station and it is a carnival of steel drums, the white noise of traffic, and that man on the corner shouting “God Loves You”, even to the unlovable.

“Tickets for the Bixton Academy tonight”, yells a ticket tout at the station entrance. “Buying and selling tickets for the Brixton Academy!”. Commuters shake their heads at promoters and preachers who try to thrust leaflets into their clenched hands. You push through the crowds and walk past the Rastafarian selling incense and records outside the Starbucks. Across the road is Morleys, the independent department store that has stood on the street for years. “Love Brixton” glows in neon lights in the nearby window of TK Maxx.

Aug 132018
 

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The Wife Between Us

The Wife Between Us by Greer Hendricks & Sarah Pekkanen

She walks briskly down the city sidewalk, her blond hair bouncing against her shoulders, her cheeks flushed, a gym bag looped over her forearm. When she reaches her apartment building her hand dips into her purse and pulls out her keys. The street is loud and busy, with yellow cabs racing by, commuters returning from work, and shoppers entering the deli on the corner. But my eyes never stray from her.

Jul 302018
 

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Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson

february 12, 1963

I am born on a Tuesday at University Hospital
Columbus, Ohio
USA-
a country caught

between Black and White

I am born not long from the time
or far from the place
where
my great-great-grandparents
worked the deep rich land
unfree
dawn till dusk
unpaid
drank cool wather from the scooped-out gourds
looked up and followed
the sky’s mirrored constellation
to freedom.

Jul 232018
 

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High Seas Homicide (Hannaford British Cozy Mystery Book 1) by [Collins, Danielle]

High Seas Homicide (Hannaford British Cozy #1) by Danielle Collins

Lucy Hannaford was in the middle of racking her brains for what she would do next when her husband John came home from work. He worked as a tax attorney for the city of London- the least glamorous job anyone could possible have. She didn’t envy his work. He came home weary, his head down, his back hunched over. He went straight for the armchair every day, not even bothering to change his clothes. He pushed his shoes off his feet, then scrounged around for the television remote.

Jul 162018
 

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The Bridge: A Collection of Short Stories

The Bridge: A Collection of Short Stories by Paula Kay

Not Today

Laura glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror as she waited for the light to change.

So tired. She looked so damn tired. And old. And pathetic, she thought as she noticed just how red her eyes were from the latest onslaught of tears that had come during the last hour.

Jul 092018
 

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Heaven Adjacent

Heaven Adjacent by Catherine Ryan Hyde

Three Months After The Move

Chapter One
When Somebody Hands You A Fish

Roseanna was standing under the barely warm water in her tiny, cold makeshift shower when the bell at the gate began to clang.

She cursed to herself a few times, under her breath but out loud, rinsing off more or less all at once and grabbing a towel. She stepped out into her shabby and small add-on bathroom, toweled her hair briefly, then wrapped the towel around herself.