Mar 182019
 

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Inside Tornadoes

Inside Tornadoes (Inside Series) by Mary Kay Carson

Twisted Weather

Springtime thunderstorms on the Great Plains put on an exciting show. Dark clouds roll in, rain falls in buckets, and lightening bolts brighten the night sky for miles. The thunder is so loud you can feel it in your chest — like fireworks. Ka-BOOM

This is a children’s book, Gr 4-6

Mar 112019
 

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The Recipe (Chance of Loving You) by Candace Calvert

Chapter One

Lucas Marchal fully expected his grandmother to show no interest in her hospital dinner tray; her appetite had dwindled to almost nothing. But in his wildest dreams he wouldn’t have imagined that her dour, no-nonsense nurse’s aid would lift the dish cover, scream, then stumble backward and fall to the floor.

Mar 042019
 

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Melinda and the Wild West: The Award Winning Original Version

Melinda and the Wild West: A Family Saga in Bear Lake, Idaho #1
by Linda Weaver Clarke & narrated by Carolyn Kashner

Chapter 1
Heading West

Melinda wanted to do some good in the world. Perhaps make a difference in someone’s life. Maybe she could do some good by teaching school in southern Idaho in a small town. She had dreamed of going out West the visit her aunt and see how wild it really was. She had heard stories of outlaws, sheen pictures of the scenery in books, and now her dream was comeing true. She was going to teach school and board with her Aunt Martha. Melinda was floting on a cloud. Life couldn’t be better.

~ I usually don’t read books set in this time period but I thought that it sounded good so I’m giving it a try. I’m only on chapter 8 but I like it so far.

Feb 252019
 

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Sea of Memories by Fiona Valpy

2014, Edinburgh

“Welcome to the Drimbeig Nursing Home”. The words on the sign belie the fact that I’m standing in the pelting rain, on the wrong side of the glass door, stooping slightly to bring my ear nearer to the Entryphone in the hope that someone’s heard me press the buzzer and will respond. I huddle in closer, trying to flatten myself against the wall beneath the shallow overhang of the guttering, which drips even more water down my back. The wind tears handfuls of yellowed leaves from the plane trees that encircle the grey stone building and throws them against the windows, where they plaster themselves for a moment before being washed to the gravel by rivulets of raindrops. I check my watch, impatient, my mind already on home – Will Dan be coping? Will he have remembered Finn’s medication? – then press the buzzer again, a longer and more assertive ring this time.

This is the first book in a 2 book series, is rated  4.8 out of 1,159 customer reviews. Right now at Amazon, the Audible Audiobook is only $1.99, and the Kindle Unlimited audio is free

Feb 182019
 

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I Am Watching You

I Am Watching You by Teresa Driscoll

July 2015
Chapter 1
The Witness

I made a mistake. I know that now.
The only reason I did what I did was what I heard on that trian.
And I ask you, in all truthfulness – how would you have felt?
Until that moment, I had never considered myself prudish. Or naive.

OK, OK, so I had a pretty conventional – some might say sheltered – upbringing but…

Heavens. Look at me now. I’ve lived a bit. Learned a lot. Pretty average, I would argue, on the Richter scale of moral behaviour, which is why what I heard so shook me.

Feb 112019
 

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We're All A Mess, It's OK: A collection of funny essays and one-liners about the struggles of everyday life by [Lyle, Amy]

We’re All A Mess, It’s OK by Amy Lyle

My First Date And A Sluggish Toilet

When I was sixteen, Jeff Jordan asked me out on a date. He had just recently come off full-on orthodontics headgear at the beginning of the school year and people had not yet caught on to his smokin’ hotness. My mother dropped me off at his house (the nicest house in our town) to have dinner. After drilling his parents for ten minutes about the “activities” allowed in their home, she made SEVERAL points about how the parents were responsoble for not allowing me to be in any situations that would jeopardize my chast state as one day I would be taking sanctioned marriage vows. Oddly, she agreed to allow his parents to drive me home.

Feb 042019
 

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Always

Always by Sarah Jio

November 14, 2008

“Oh no, why do I always do that?” I say to my fiance’, Ryan, as we walk into the restaurant. “Do what, baby?” “Leave my purse in the car.” We’ve just valet-parked, and as we look out the window, Ryan’s white BMW is being driven off. “I’ll go get it, my forgetful one,” he says, kissing my cheek. “You grab our table. I’ll be back in a sec.”

This is my first time reading Jio. I’m about 4 hours into this audiobook and I’m loving it so much! I already know it will be one of my favorites for this year and want to read more from this author.

Jan 282019
 

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The Lady with the Purple Hat: A Novel

The Lady with the Purple Hat by Otilia Greco

1

Without the slightest noise, Daisy turned the handle and slowly opened the door of hospital room 744. A large purple hat overed most of her pale face. She peeked into the patient’s room.

Is he still alive? she thought.
Shouldn’t he be dead by now?
Daisy wondered how much longer it might take until his last breath finally extinguished his life. He had to die soon.

Diane posted about this book and I decided to read it so I put a hold for it at my local library. I should get an email in a few days letting me know I can pick it up.

Jan 212019
 

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Rapid Falls by Amber Cowie

Prologue
June 1992

The night before my seventh-grade field trip to Rapid Falls, the water-fall that our town was named after, my dad came up to my room. He didn’t viit my bedroom often, especially to talk about dead girls, so I rremember the way he said my name. His voice sounded like a door I was supposed to open.

Jan 142019
 

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Nell and Lady: A Novel

Nell and Lady by Ashley Farley

Chapter One
Lady
Present Day

Adelaide Bellemore was known to family and friends as Lady, although no one considered her a lady, least of all her mother. She stood at the sixth-floor window of the medical center, admiring the orange horizon as the sun set over Charleston Harbor. Clusters of nurses, dressed in colbalt-blue scrubs with totes slung over their shoulders and lightweight coats and sweaters draped across their arms, migrated past her to the bank of elevators. She studied the faces of the men and women-young and old, black and white, blond and brunet, slim and heavyset. Would she recognize Nell in this passing parade after thirty-one years? Nell was her sister, bound forever with Lady by legal documents but not by blood. They were no longer friends, hadn’t been for years. The close friendship they’d shared from birth, the cherished memories of carefree childhood days, had come to a tragic ending as a result of the events of Lady’s sixteenth birthday party on a rare snowy night in January of 1981.

Jan 082019
 

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I Can't Keep My Own Secrets: Six-Word Memoirs by Teens Famous & Obscure by [Smith, Larry, Fershleiser, Rachel]

I Can’t Keep My Own Secrets:
Six-Word Memoirs by Teens Famous & Obscure

Told you I’d be published some day! – Kay A.

Born In The Wrong Decade Man. – Victoria D.

Half sister doesn’t know I’m alive. – Emily R. M.

Met online; love before first sight. – Chris S.

I own nine pairs of Converse – Maddie F.

Music and God are my constants – Aubrey H.

A roller-coaster ride of unbelievable events. – Micah M.

Dec 312018
 

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Tuna Melts My Heart: The Underdog with the Overbite

Tuna Melts My Heart by Courtney Dasher

Chapter 1: Wakey Wakey

Good morning Tuna! I realize that you must be incredibly comfortable lying there in the covers. Trust me guy, I really hate to disrupt your slumber, but it’s time for you to get up.

Dec 172018
 

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A Christmas Carol: A Signature Performance by Tim Curry audiobook cover art

A Christmas Carol by: Charles Dickens

Marley’s Ghost

Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signted it. And Scrooge’s name was good upon “Change for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.

Dec 102018
 

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Santa Puppy (A Tourist Trap Mystery #9.75)

Santa Puppy by Lynn Cahoon

Chapter 1
Home. It’s somewhere we can lay our heads at night. Where we can store our belongings and cook our food. Home is where we live with the people we love, raise our children, and cuddle with our pets. Some people live in houses. Some people live in homes. And a few, more than I’d like to admit, live in shelters and on the street, whether they be man or beasts. I couldn’t do much regarding the human issue of homelessness today, but I’d had a brainstorm about the beast part.

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.