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.

Aug 192019
 

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The Art of Racing in the Rain

The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein

1
Gestures are all that I have; sometimes they must be grand in nature. And while I occasionally step over the line and into the world of the melodramtic, it is what I must do in order to communicate clearly and effectively. In order to make my poinr understood without question. I have no words I can rely on because, much to my dismay, my tongue was designed long and flat and loose, and therefore, is a horribly ineffective tool for pushing food around my mouth while chewing, and an even less effective tool for making clever and complicated polysyllabic sounds that can be linked together to form sentences. And that’s why I’m here now waiting for Denny to come home-he should be here soon-lying on the cool tiles of the kitchen floor in a puddle of my own urine.

Aug 122019
 

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A Three Dog Life by Abigail Thomas

1
What Stays The Same

This is the one thing that stays the same: my husband got hurt. Everything else changes. A grandson needs me and then he doesn’t. My children are close then one drifts away. I smoke and don’t smoke; I knit ponchos, then hats, shawls, hats again, stop knitting, start up again. The clock ticks, the seasons shift, the night sky rearranges itself, but my husband remains constant, his injuries are permanant. He grounds me. Rich is where I shine. I can count on myself with him.

Aug 052019
 

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Long Way Gone

Long Way Gone by Charles Martin

Part One

I’d seen him before. Old guy was probably seventy-five. Maybe eighty. Gnarled, arthiritic fingers. Four packs a day voice. Cottony white hair with yellowed ends. Wrinkled ebony skin. A high mileage chasis. He wore threadbare, blue and gray striped pants that had previously belonged to a wool suit and a soiled white button down that he’d fastened clear to the top. To complete the ensemble, he wore two-toned classic oxfords. The white was dull and cracked, but what remained of the black had been polished to a spit shine.

Jul 292019
 

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Only One Life

Only One Life by Ashley Farley

Part One
Chapter One

Julia
Present Day

Julia felt as thought her belly might explode wide open, even though the baby wasn’t due for another two weeks. She smiled at the thought of giving birth on the tile floor in the kitchen of Duke’s Diner as Duke hovered over her, coaching her through the labor pains and delivery.

Jul 222019
 

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The Overdue Life of Amy Byler by Kelly Harms

Dear Mom,
So here’s the thing. And I know you’re going to make some weird big deal out of it because you’re a mom and a nerd and you can’t help yourself. You’re going to, like, make it into a Facebook meme and then needlepoint it onto a pillow because you’re crazy. But whatever, here it is: you were right.

What do you think? Would you keep reading?

Jul 152019
 

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Evvie Drake Starts Over

Evvie Drake Starts Over by Linda Holmes
Narrated by: Julia Whelan, Linda Holmes

First
Go now or you’ll never go, Evvie warned herself. She didn’t want to be there when he got home from work. It was cowardly, yes, but she didn’t relish the whole thing it would turn into, the whole mess. He’d say, not unreasonably, that leaving with no warning at all was a little dramatic. Afer all this time, he would wonder, why now? He wouldn’t know that, today exactly, Evvie had been with him for half her life. She’d figured it out on the back of a grocery receipt a few months earlier, and then she had circled this date on their wall calendar in red. He’d walked by it over and over and never once asked her about it. If she let the day pass, she thought she might start to disappear, cell by cell, bone by bone, replaced by someone who looked like her but wasn’t.

Jul 082019
 

 

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Becoming Boston Strong: One Woman's Race to Run and Conquer the World's Greatest Marathon

Becoming Boston Strong:
One Woman’s Race to Run and Conquer the World’s Greatest Marathon
by Amy Roe

Chapter One
Heartbreak

I am caught in a crowd of runners shuffling feebly through the streets when my cell phone rings. My dad’s raspy voice is on the other end: “Amy?”
He has no idea what had just happened. He can’t know. No one, save for those of us who have just seen and heard the explosions, knows about this yet.

I’m starting this soon!

Jul 012019
 

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Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman

Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman by Elizabeth Buchan

For twenty-five years, Rose Lloyd has juggled marriage, motherhood, and career with remarkable success. It has been a life of family picnics, books and wine, a cherished house, and her own exquistely designed garden- sunny and comfortable. But then the carefully managed existence to which Rose has become accustomed comes crashing down around her when-over the course of days-her marriage and her career both fall apart. Rose finds herself in mourning for the tenderness of a lost partnership, for a shattered domestic life, and for the lost confidence of a woman who, until now, had made her own way.

Jun 242019
 

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As We Are Now

As We Are Now by May Sarton

I am not mad, only old. I make this statement to give me courage. To give you and idea what I mean by courage, suffice it to say that it has taken two weeks for me to obtain this notebook and a pen. I am in a concentration camp for the old, a place where people dump their parents or relatives exactly as though it were and ash can.

Jun 172019
 

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Inheritance: A Memoir of Genealogy, Paternity, and Love

Inheritance: A Memoir of Genealogy, Paternity, and Love by Dani Shapiro

1

When I was a girl I would sneak down the hall late at night once my
parents were asleep. I would lock myself in the bathroom, climb onto the Formica counter, and get as close as possible to the morror until I was nose to nose with my own reflection. This wasn’t an exercise in the simple self-absorption of child of childhood. The stakes felt high. Who knows how long I kneeled there, staring into my own eyes. I was looking for something I couldn’t possibly have articulated-but I always knew it when I saw it. If I waited long enough, my face would begin to morph. I was eight, ten, thirteen. Cheeks, eyes, chin, and forehead-my features softened and shape-shifted until finally I was able to see another face, a different face, what seemed to me a truer face just beneath my own.

Jun 102019
 

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Have You Seen Luis Velez?

Have You Seen Luis Velez? by Catherine Ryan Hyde

Part One
October

Chapter One
Those Eyes

Raymond slipped out the door of his family’s apartment and across the hall to the railed stairs. He looked down the long, rectangular stairwell, four floors down to the lobby. At first he saw no one.

Jun 032019
 

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Turtle in Paradise

Turtle in Paradise by Jennifer L. Holm

June 1935
1
Rotten Kids

Everyone thinks children are sweet as Necco Wafers, but I’ve lived long enough to know the truth: kids are rotten. The only difference between grown-ups and kids is that grown-ups go to jail for murder. Kids get away with it.

I stare out the window as Mr. Edgit’s Ford Model A rumbles along the road, kicking up clouds of dust. It’s so hot that the backs of my legs feel like melted gum, only stickier. We’ve been driving for days now; it feels like eternity.

I started listening to this book today. What do you think? Would you keep reading?

May 272019
 

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Being the Grownup: Love, Limits, and the Natural Authority of Parenthood by Adelia Moore

Chapter One-
It was tiem to leave the playground. I was 26, pregnant, and the stay-at-home mom of a 2 year old. My husband and I had just moved to a city that was hundereds of miles away from any family or friends. I knwq no one else with a young child. My son was happily swinging, but it was time for lunch, and soon after that, the battlegroundof nap time. When I told him that it was time tp leave, he said, “No, I don’t want to go; I want to swing”. After a t least two more failed efforts at verbal persuasion, I lifted him off the swing. He cried and squirmed out of my arms and finally threw himself on the ground. He kicked and screamed in a full-fledged tantrum. I wanted to cry myself. As I write, through the window I can see a little girl and her mother walking a Chihuahua. He stops several times and refuses to to walk, and finally she picks him up-just as I did with my son. What were her alternatives? What were mine?

I’m reading this for a book tour on June 17th