Ms America competition is fierce and the presumed winner ends up dead from lethal lipstick. Enter Ohio contestant Happy Pennington (not her real name) to glide her way to the answer. The book is quirky with funny but not fully developed characters and the answer is a quick sum-up that left me ...
“Your mother hasn’t spoken to your father in decades?” “Not since before I was born,” Shanelle says. “You see, my mother was only sixteen when she got pregnant with me.” My mother glares at me. “That’s been known to happen.” “The two of them just went their separate ways,” Shanelle goes on. “My m...
She rose from the chair, got real close to the mirror, ignored the sulking makeup girl, and brought out her own liner, shadow, and mascara for round two. Feinman the coach told her she wore too much makeup but clearly he didn't understand TV news the way she did. The true news babes wore the most...
It didn’t help that she was trying to avoid Reid. The cabin wasn’t big enough for that trick. He spent most of the day at the desktop computer set up on a small table near the kitchen, on-line at the Crimewatch site from what she could tell. Looking for tips about Bigelow, probably. She kept ...
Priscilla intones, “in the circle of your moon do we now hail thee.” She bows her head. “Beautiful one, thrice burned and thrice reborn. From the deepest night awaken thy knowledge. Wisest of women, teacher of witchcraft—” “Witchcraft!” my mother hollers. “I’m Catholic! How am I supposed to expla...