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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... held platters of steaming food. Voices, catcalls, clinking silverware, spilling juice and metal against crockery filled the room with a raucous din. The tables nearest the windows were filling fast. Anna nodded her thanks at the smiling ...
... Anna.” She made an offhand gesture at Anna, who waved two fingers. “I'm Paul, and this is Keith,” the baby-faced boy ... held up 28 Wendy MacGown.
Wendy MacGown. “The food is cold,” Karen said as she held up a forkful. “You want to wait in line again?” Anna asked. Her gaze took in the heavy-set pastor. “At least he kept his prayer short.” “I suppose,” Karen said with a grimace ...
... Anna exchanged glances with Karen; then scanned Victor, noting his slim shape and dark, mysterious eyes. Even in jeans and a thick wool sweater, he looked elegant. She reached for her juice, her throat dry. Pastor Tom held up a hand ...
Wendy MacGown. Anna groaned, but kept following. At the top, she turned and sat, pressing her back against the wall ... held enough books for twice the camp's population. Karen tapped her arm, then grinning, leaned forward to look past ...