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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... Jason.” They stepped away from each other as Mia ran toward them, her legs and feet flailing out as she tried to sprint. She'd never been much of a runner. “Anna, I can't believe you're here,” she cried. She took 6 Wendy MacGown.
... never getting it right. A cacophony of voices roared in her ears. She wanted to claw at them, to make the sound go away. She scanned the bathroom's growing line, vomit rising in her throat. She didn't need to use the bathroom, and ...
... never change? Until now, she'd accepted Karen's petty jealousy. But Victor was not just another boy; and fickle Karen was already shifting sly looks from one boy to the other. Unwittingly, she found her gaze returning to Victor. Hester ...
... Never had she felt so drawn to another person. She held her breath. “Thirteen years ago tonight, in Worcester, Massachusetts, I gave my life to Christ.” His voice boomed across the gym. She exhaled through her teeth as he shut off the ...
... never forget that moment as long as I live,” he said softly, shaking his head. He moved before the pulpit, making eye contact with the kids in the front rows. “My mother saw the man standing in the doorway. She looked at me and then at ...