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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... her crossing the street. He took her hands, grinning as if he hadn't seen her a few days ago in school. “Hi Jason ... shook her head, and winced. “Are you okay?” he asked, then stopped her with a hand, and spun her around beneath the ...
... a grimace. Anna barely noticed. Her attention was riveted on the young man who sat beside the pastor. “Isn't that—?” Heat suffused her face. “It can't be.” She shook her head, then gripped her juice glass and raised it to her lips. The ...
... the stain. “If they let him preach,” she said, trying to look serious, “lots of girls will go forward tonight.” “Yeah, and maybe you're justawicked sinneryourself,” Karen said with a wink. “I'm not going forward.” Anna shook her head ...
... her arms and neck as the crowd kept singing. “Just as I am . . . and waiting not, to rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, Oh Lamb of God, I come! I come!” Pastor Victor shook his head ... her. She couldn't ...
... the rest. He was an angel. Christians and converts continued to limp down the bleachers. Her hands shook. Unable to look at him any longer, she bowed her head as the song continued. “Just as I am . . . thou wilt receive, wilt welcome ...