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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... girl, and pretty, too. The boys must be swarming around you.” She smirked, looking pointedly at Granny. “Course your grandmother must be having ten fits—what with her plans for you.” Anna looked at the floor, mortified. Did everyone ...
... girl paused at the top step of a newly arrived bus. Her face was painfully lovely, as if sculpted by an unworldly master. Even in bulky winter clothes, her shape was discernibly female. Her cheeks were flushed; her gray eyes sparkled ...
... girl she'd left behind when they were twelve. She bit her lip, wondering how to pacify her this time. Without her, she'd have no friends. Concord High was a noisy, sprawling school, where kids drank wine from lockers, draft-evading ...
... girls pass by. “She's picked her bed,” Karen whispered, pulling her arm. “Come on. Let's bunk nearby.” “Beside those windows ... girl, her supposed best friend, who didn't really care about her at all. She crumbled 19 The Crystal Fishbowl.
... girls. No one looked as miserable as she felt. Her stomach lurched and she scrambled for the door. Outside, the cold night air washed over her, bringing immediate relief. She shoved her hands into deep pockets, and strode away from the ...