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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... 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-flops. She had black curly hair, like her brother, and ...
... pulled Anna away. “What?” Anna said, warmth spreading across her cheeks. “I didn't do anything, Karen. I can't help how he looks at me. It's not my fault.” She folded her arms across her chest, her breath coming fast. “This is supposed ...
... pulling her arm. “Come on. Let's bunk nearby.” “Beside those windows,” Anna said, pointing to the bunk next to where ... pulled on her arm. Anna sprinted with her ahead of another throng of girls who were running in the same direction ...
... pulled Victor with him. Slowly the room quieted. “I'd like to introduce PastorVictor Spofford, joiningus from the Alabama Baptist Theological Seminary,” Pastor Tom said with a broad smile. “He's a New Englander, kids, so he's used to ...
... pulled the milk spigot, filled his glass, then turned to her. “My, my, Anna, you've grown as lovely as a rose. I hardly recognize you.” A hum filled her head. She took a glass from beside the milk container, her hand trembling. She ...