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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... just flipped off tip of her tongue, waiting for her to catch. She stared at Karen wondering why she was so eager to obey this girl, her supposed best friend, who didn't really care about her at all. She crumbled 19 The Crystal Fishbowl.
... stared at her breasts. She looked up to see the group dispersing, and counted to fifty after the last man had left. One man, however, had only pretended to leave. He'd seen the flash of purple and had paused, remembering huge gray eyes ...
... sidled in beside a blond giant, who merely glanced at her, and then stared at Anna, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. The third boy, on Karen's right, was slender with dark hair and eyes. 27 The Crystal Fishbowl.
... stare at Anna. “I'm Greg,” said the dark-haired boy, his voice unexpectedly high-pitched. His face turned a brilliant red: he looked away quickly. “Hello,” Anna said, embarrassed for him, hating the wolfish heat in all of their eyes ...
... stared at her dessert, looking like an illpositioned mannequin, her eyes seeming to peer in all directions. Karen sucked noisily through her straw, eyes downcast. “We're supposed to be Christians,” Anna said softly. “Christians!” Karen ...