What mysteries await
in hidden places
the past revealed
in their traces
of what had been
but is no more
yet, we are drawn, inexorably
The perfect Review: To the point opinions with clarifications.
# of Books Read: 12
# of Pages Read: 3,559
Favourite Book(s) of the Month: The Nickel Boys, The Bride Test, Daisy Jones and the Six
I enjoy when books are told from an interesting perspective. I appreciated that Kerri Rawson was so open and willing to share her story. We do not often think of the serial killer’s family, but they themselves are often victims in their own way. She is inspiring in a lot of ways. I liked that she was looking back at her childhood in hindsight. There are things her dad did that seem obviously twisted to us now, but it is hard to see when you are living it. I do wish I had read a book about BTK and his crimes before I picked this one up. I do not know a lot about him, and A…
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of verdant green and sunlight
of sweet scents that delight
I would lay me down
listening to the sound
of nature, all around
she sings to my soul
her music, lyrics of old
a treasure, far better than gold
Kaufman and Kristoff make a great writing team. By the way, the cover is wonderful for YA SCFI-FANTASY
They’re not the heroes we deserve. They’re just the ones we could find. Nobody panic.
Release date: May 7, 2019. Publisher: Knopf Books for Young Readers.
If Star Trek, Lord of the Rings, and The Breakfast Club had a baby…this would be it. The cast of characters…
I won’t go into the plot except to say that this is about a ragtag crew of new graduates of Aurora Academy who reluctantly have to save the galaxy after some spoilery stuff happens. And then some more awesome spoilery stuff happened – and the book ended. Not to worry, this is only book one in The Aurora Cycle trilogy!
This book has become one of my…
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She fills the sink till the bubbles rise
She washes the dishes and she sighs
Just like her dreams, the bubbles pop
till she is left
with only her fears
Baby is pulling at her knee
She picks him up, and twirls him, weeeeee…
The radio is playing its musical fantasy
Vibrating the air
And in the kitchen, there
She dances with baby on her hip
And because she loves
The laughter on his sweet face
She makes herself content to wait
For the dreams she knows she needs
To make her life complete
And so, she dances with baby on her hip
They twirl around and around
Speaking words that make no sound
They were ten and twelve, scrawny arms and gamboling legs. Best friends on this late spring day. The rains had come and gone, washing away the remnants of winter’s debris. They race along the ridge, chasing winds that whisper secrets only they can hear. They follow those whispers deep into the woods, lured from an often trod path.
For who can resist the wind?
“Hey,” calls out the eldest, his ginger hair curling from beneath his baseball cap, “What”s this?”
The youngest, to prove his mettle, leaps over the narrowest part of the crevice, “Aw, probably just a cave.”
“It looks old. And deep,” Ginger says, his interest piqued, though he stands back, eyes narrowed.
The younger one, his hair blowing stick straight, black as a raven’s wing, says,” Could be Indian bones inside,” his brown eyes wide with challenge.
The gauntlet thrown, Ginger puffs out his chest, though his heart kicks up, “Let’s go to the edge of the cave, just to see?”
Raven grins, “You go first, I’ll stick close.”
Ginger lowers his legs over the crevice, than slips down until his feet touch spongy earth. Shale from the outcropping falls in behind him. He takes a step and then another. The decline drops suddenly, sharply. “Oh, oh,” Ginger cries out. The Oh’s echo up and up. Shale and stone slide in behind him, clattering and echoing.
“Hey, you okay?” Black has scurried back from the crevice, legs and arms careening in a crab-like fashion. He stands on hard earth, pacing, pacing.
Black calls out again and again; his voice, only his voice echoes back. They’d been warned not to leave the path. He had only followed.
The sun falls behind the trees; threads of purple trace their tops. Black picks his way through the shadows; the menacing trees.
The wind chases him, pushing him sideways, slapping at his head, twisting his black hair.
And the echoes, insistent, the echoes are inside his head.
Romance is in the air with the coming of Spring!
By Cathy Maxwell
Historical Romance reigns this spring with books by legendary authors. Let’s jump right into it—
A new release by the wonderful Lisa Kleypas is always reason to celebrate. DEVIL’S DAUGHTER is a redemption tale and let me raise my hand, I am a sucker for those stories. It is Book #5 of the Ravenal’s series, however don’t be deterred from jumping right in. It easily stands alone. So, story—widow Phoebe wants nothing to do with bad boy West Ravenal because of his wicked reputation and old grudges her late husband harbored. In contrast, West wants everything to do with her. Sparks fly, and so will the pages once you start reading. Kleypas is a smart, smart writer.
Julia Anne Long is back with a new historical romance. Her characters come alive in your mind because she is just that good. In LADY DERRING TAKES A LOVER…
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