Barefoot, by Elin Hilderbrand.
Still no flicker of interest from Peter. Peter thought of Josh as the help. A servant, a slave. Whereas Peter was the husband, the neighbor, the peer, the equal, the chieftain in Melanie's real life. But Peter Patchen was also a genuine crumb who cheated and lied - that was Melanie's real life.
I have read Elin Hilderbrand's...
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
All We Ever Wanted Was Everything
All We Ever Wanted Was Everything, by Janelle Brown.
Janice often consoles herself with the idea that Margaret will understand, someday when she has a family of her own, how priorities change; how fantasies about career and adventure grow irrelevant the minute you have a baby in your arms who adores you, relies on you, greedily consumes your very...
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Cum Laude
Cum Laude, by Cecily von Ziegesar.
Another slow song came on, and even as their bodies continued to participate with what was happening in the room - talking to each other, moving puzzle pieces around, pretending not to fall sleep or stroke a foot or a lock of hair - their minds were elsewhere. Each of them in his or her own way was marveling at how...
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Something Like Fate
Something Like Fate, by Susane Colasanti
Maybe everything that happens in our lives isn't already decided by fate. Maybe we have some influence over the outcome. If you want something badly enough, can you change your fate? Or will the thing you want the most come true anyway,...
Friday, September 17, 2010
Insatiable
Insatiable, by Meg Cabot.
Alaric supposed vampires avoided Target because of the parking lot security cameras. (It was a myth that vampires wouldn't show up in mirrors or on film. Certainly in the old days it had been true, when silver-backed mirrors and film had been the norm. But now that the world had gone digital - and mirrors were cheap - vampire...
Sunday, September 12, 2010
"This is Where We Live"
This is Where We Live, by Janelle Brown.
She was going home, of course - there was nowhere else to go. But it wasn't just that: She was incapable of giving up. As her mother observed, it was just her nature. There were things she wanted - and they weren't outrageous things to want - a nice home, a happy marriage, financial stability, the ability to...
Monday, September 6, 2010
The Help
The Help, by Kathryn Stockett.
Mae Mobley was born on a early Sunday morning in August, 1960. A church baby we like to call it. Taking care a white babies, that's what I do, along with all the cooking and cleaning. I done raised seventeen kids in my lifetime. I know how to get them babies to sleep, stop crying, and go in the toilet bowl before they...
Friday, September 3, 2010
The House on Oyster Creek
The House on Oyster Creek, by Heidi Jon Schmidt.
She was probably right: The oystermen were fighting a losing battle - it was a romantic notion that you could farm the edge of the sea, live by the tides, and really make a living at it. Farmers never made a decent living ... Certainly the dairy farmers she'd grown up among had suffered one hard time...
