spoiler alert - this book has a happy ending. it isn't the steven stayner story.mitchard left several questions unanswered at the end of the first book, namely what happened to each member of the family? did they have happy endings, at least bearable ones?the comparisons to stayner's story are ...
This sequel to The Deep End of the Ocean (which I haven’t read), picks up the story of the Cappodora family 22 years after the kidnapping of Pat & Beth’s younger son, Sam/Ben, almost destroys them. After older son Vincent’s documentary on kidnappings wins an Oscar, Sam/Ben’s 6 month old daughter...
I felt like this book started off strong and then got progressively more confusing and stilted. The ending was really disappointing and frustrating to me. I realize that there is a sequel, but instead of feeling like a cliffhanger, it felt like the author just randomly stopped writing. I actua...
What a depressing book! I could actually say I have a lot in common with this book being#1 a bereaved parent (although my child died, he did not disappear)#2 being an adopted child who found and contacted the birth family as an adult and made an effort to fit into that family and have two familie...
2.5 STARS"Gordon McKenna is a handsome 24-year-old science teacher who thought life was as tough as it could get when his only sister, Georgia, was diagnosed with cancer. Then she and her husband die in a car crash, leaving behind their one-year-old daughter, Keefer. Gordon willingly gives up his...
I registered a book at BookCrossing.com!http://www.BookCrossing.com/journal/12548981Another case where I am not sure if my negative feelings are about the book or how it's read. The author reads the book. She writes about a family in Wisconsin, and she lives in Wisconsin. Her voice has an unmista...
When I listen to an audiobook, I have found that I really need all elements to work together in harmony for me to stay focused on the story. Still Summer fit the bill perfectly for me as it had elements of romance, action, and an emotional storyline that had my eyes tearing up at the end. The s...
I've only read 25 pages of the book, but I don't think I can stomach any more. I picked this one up because my book club is reading it, so maybe I'll decide to finish it. But the writing is bad and while the non-Mormon author is respectful of Mormon beliefs, she gets so much of it wrong. The w...
Only on page 121 after 13 years, the shiny black & gold cover and, especially, the title of Jacquelyn Mitchard’s novel still speaks to me. So to keep the love idea alive, sometimes I’ll set ‘The Most Wanted’ on my nightstand, or beside my reading chair. Distilled down to its purest essence, the ...
Sinto que trouxe gato por lebre. Vejamos; quando num ataque de insanidade decidi pesquisar no site da biblioteca livros cujo titulo tivesse a palavra Natal, estava à espera de histórias alusivas à época, à semelhança daqueles filmes que vemos por estes dias, enrolados no sofá com uma manta e um g...
Hope followed Ian, wearing a frown of annoyance unusual for a summer morning. For Hope, a summer morning was as close as she ever expected to get to heaven: the prospect of a day in her pony cart, filling the cart with good food and her head with good talk from her friends, was a tonic she waited...
If she could take it, after all the leg lifting with weights and the therapist rotating her ankles, she took ballet afterward. Sometimes Caro went with her. About half the time, she made it, and the rest of the day the rest of us all lived as if we were holding our breaths. She kept getting bette...
She felt as though she’d slept for nine or ten hours. But when she glanced up at the exceptionally ugly clock Dad had won in a Chamber of Commerce raffle—a bas relief in wood of the Pioneer Woman statue on the square with the arm she pointed forward as the minute hand—she saw that it was barely e...
He understood entirely. Finally, a rumor came along more alluring than the fire—about Christina Pell, a junior at Ridgeline Memorial, whose grandfather owned both the town banks. Christina came back late from Christmas break not because she had a serious case of flu but be...
I’ve been gone for ages and drawing air into my lungs is nearly impossible every time I think about what will be waiting for me when I get back. I take the stairs two at a time, trying not to think about it. It’s hard enough to breathe in these musty tunnels. I know I shou...
Worn out from an after-school snowball fight and the beginning of his own indoor soccer season, Adam was asleep in the back, slumped sideways in his seat belt. Tim left the car idling in the circle but he immediately came rushing back out. “Girls, we might have to leave without her,” he said, pul...
(AP) —Police in the small town of Black Sparrow Lake, Michigan, have given up the search for a suspect in the kidnapping of Hope Shay, 15, after evidence and an indirect admission from the young student indi- cated that the girl herself staged her alleged kidnapping. Kelly Worwitz, spokesman for ...
She’s mad that Kitt doesn’t come to see her.”“Well, I’m sure in time . . .” Danny wasn’t so sure.The days passed, spring racing along in the world, plowing forward like steps in wet sand in the rehab ward. Maureenbegan to use a walker. The physical therapist pushed her every day to keep going, ju...
It was June and junior year was a week away from becoming a memory. The gloves I’d bought for traction were already getting worn, but the light, grip-soled shoes were still good.“Are we both insane?” I asked him, when I got into the front seat of the Jeep.He smirked.Without XP, Rob would have bee...
Finishing my projects, which numbered precisely four, took up all of three weeks. It was astonishing how much you can accomplish if you don’t have a life. I watched so much TV that my aunt pointed out that I was speaking in phrases that sounded like commercials. “Put your trust on wheels,” I caug...
The next morning, I woke up from what psychologist described as an ordinary anxiety dream: someone I couldn’t see was chasing me, and my legs were so tired that I couldn’t go on. I kept glancing back over my shoulder and begging my feet to move, as the fog behind me resolved itself into a solid s...