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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... stepfather, Henry, had changed everything. She watched as he met up with friends, a rowdy bunch who'd owned the back of the bus the entire trip. When he waved back, she couldn't help but gape; then 15 The Crystal Fishbowl.
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... who'd be kind and gentle—not a creep like Henry. “Come on, guys, we're here for the kids,” the leader said. “Isn't saving one soul worth the sacrifice? We've got to keep the boys away from the girls; and the 22 Wendy MacGown.
... who'd abandoned the piano in order to direct them. He waved his arms wide and mouthed the words to the raucous crowd. Pastor Tom grinned broadly, as if his prized show-dog had learned a new trick. When the song was over, the teens ...
... who'd hurt him. “Snow blew all around, covering me, mixing with my tears while it melted and dripped down my face,” he continued. “Finally, I reached for my coat. It was patched and shabby—too small—but all I had. My thin hat did little ...