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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... wanted howl with rage at the unfairness of it. After four peaceful years of living with her grandmother, she should be grateful for the time she'd had. But moving back with her mother and stepfather would be like descending into hell ...
... wanted to curl up and die? “Supper's ready,” she said, tears filling her eyes. She couldn't even look in Granny's direction. Granny's hand came down on her shoulder. “The right one will come along,” she said softly. “You're still very ...
... how she looked, or at least she hoped it didn't. Just for the weekend, she wanted to be treated like a regular kid just out for some fun. Finally, she could be herself—not Maryjean's daughter or April's sister—just 14 Wendy MacGown.
... boys, swinging her shapely rump as she reached for her duffle. “Just wanted to make sure you were around.” Her smile was brilliant as she emerged. “Watch out,” Jeff said, backing away in obvious annoyance. He 16 Wendy MacGown.
... wanted to be left alone. She rolled her eyes, trying to appear nonchalant as she took her duffle from Jeff, playing a little tug-of-war game with him until he relented. His face burned as she thanked him softly. “Any time, Anna,” he ...