The Crystal FishbowlAuthorHouse, 29. okt. 2007 - 436 sider Anna Westover had no idea at seventeen, still grief-stricken from the loss of her grandmother, and back living with her horrible family, that Victor Spofford, a young charismatic Baptist preacher, would be the wrong choice, the worst choice. On her grandmothers insistence shed refused to even date the boy shed always loved, simply because he wasnt Baptist. Annas wedding was a dream; her new life in western Massachusetts a wondrous challengeuntil mysterious letters began to arrive. Then Victor changed . . . or was it that he finally revealed his true nature? No one would believe that he abused her. He never hitat least not intentionally. And as the preachers wife, she could confide in no one. To others, he was gorgeous, enlightened and dynamic. He knew the perfect words to give comfort or guidance. He brought scores of sinners to the Lord with his woeful childhood tales. Who was she but his meek wife, lovely yet subdued, who sat in her accustomed front-row pew each Sunday morning, gazing up at him in adoration? He was always sorry later: crying, begging forgiveness. And she wanted to believe him. He was so pitiful in his sorrow. But after he lost his job and they returned to New Hampshire, her hopes are firmly and completely crushed when another letter arrives, and she uncovers his lies. Desperate for comfort, she turns to another man. Then the violence escalates and she must take a stand. |
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... Anna said with a long sigh. That Granny was seeing the doctor for the second time in a week was a bad sign. They opened their doors at the same time, but Anna slammed hers, sprinted around the front and grabbed Granny's arm just as she ...
... Anna's.” She grinned at Anna, and Anna smiled back. “You're getting taller every day, girl, and pretty, too. The boys must be swarming around you.” She smirked, looking pointedly at Granny. “Course your grandmother must be having ten ...
Wendy MacGown. about a scone.” She laid a hand on Anna's arm. You run along dear, about forty-five minutes aught to do it. I'll be waiting.” Anna turned back as she was about to pass though the door, and in that moment caught a look ...
... Anna's hands just like her brother had done, then pulled her into her arms. “Are you coming tonight?” she asked, holding her away, her face bright with excitement. Like Anna, she wore faded shorts, a bright halter-top and worn flip ...
... Anna. “Thanks, dear,” Karen said huskily, squinting up at him from her five-foot vantage. “I appreciate your concern.” She flipped her thick, honey-brown hair away from her face, though it didn't matter. His attention was riveted on Anna ...