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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... floor, mortified. Did everyone know about Granny's plans? “Okay, Joyce,” Granny said with a laugh. “How about that tea you so graciously offered; and don't mind if I do about a scone.” She laid a hand on Anna's arm. 4 Wendy MacGown.
... floor. “This place sucks!” “Karen,” Anna warned, glancing at Shirley as she stifled a giggle. They'd just arrived, and Karen was already using foul language. They'd be in trouble for sure. “I . . . I need to find out . . ..” Shirley ...
... floor. “I'll see you, then,” Anna said, wanting to cry, as Karen marched over to the bathroom without a backward glance, then joined a laughing discussion. Popular and daring, she led their clique at school. Anna sighed, already ...
... us, oh Lord. Amen. Digin, guys.” The clamor resumed as he sat. Chairs scraped across the scarred wooden floor, flatware clinked against plates and voices murmured. “The food is cold,” Karen said as she held up 28 Wendy MacGown.
... floor in front of the pulpit and stood with arms out, gesturing for the kids to come down. She fought the urge to run to him. “Are you weary, tired of your daily struggle?” he cried, “burdened and confused, lost in this sin-sick world ...