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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... stood with his arms folded across his chest. “There's a party at the Smith's tonight,” he said. “Warren's expecting just about everyone. It's probably the last time we'll get together before finals.” Anna smiled, thinking of Warren ...
... stood and begged them to sit. She sat across from Karen; her back to the windows, beside a baby-faced boy with bitten-down nails and straggly brown hair. Karen sidled in beside a blond giant, who merely glanced at her, and then stared ...
... stood behind the pulpit. Anna watched with a mixture of curiosity and awe, adoring his straight figure and the way his hair glinted in the spotlight over the pulpit. Never had she felt so drawn to another person. She held her breath ...
... I saw a glow coming from a big old church, its white steeple lighting the sky.” He raised an arm and then dropped it. “I stood at the door of that church and knocked. Then the door opened and 41 The Crystal Fishbowl.
... stood before the pulpit, making her own confession. Granny said she'd done it; though in her mind, she'd always been “born again”—what insiders considered true Christians. The music began slowly, softly, with Pastor Tom at the piano and ...