PROS: Good mystery that kept me guessing. Not many errors in text. Good research on subject matter.CONS: Thought it was a little unrealistic and more after school special than i would likeFYI: I tend to rate things lower stars than other people because i want to save the 4 and 5 star ratings ...
2.5 starsHoooo boy. Okay, so I didn't really know what I was getting into with this one, and at first I kind of regretted it since it starts off so....... incredibly............ slow......................... It honestly didn't really start picking up for me until about the half point, because up ...
Independent video producer Ellie Foreman is unwillingly trapped between murky political history and a murderous present.When an unknown individual delivers a video to Ellie Foreman’s front door, she is swept into a complex and dangerous set of circumstances. The video depicts the apparent murder ...
A Picture of Guilt, by Libby Fisher Hellman, a-minus, Narrated by Beth Richmond, Produced by Books in Motion, Downloaded from audible.comEllie writes and produces training films and other films for corporations. Ellie, who doesn’t pay much attention to the news, sees a Chicago Tribune article abo...
She was still woozy from the painkillers Cece had given her—maybe she had misheard. People living together in a commune. Working for the “Movement.” Innocent lovers torn apart by events beyond their control. The death of one at the hand of the other. On some level, it sounded like a hippie versio...
Anna, still reeling from her visit to the embassy, tried to behave normally, to keep Nouri from taking any particular notice of her. She barely reacted as Nouri took the call. It was only when his tone sharpened that she looked up. “Who is this?” he barked into the receiver. “Why are you calling ...
Cody Wegman apologized to Georgia at the Starbucks near Midwest National. Ellie covered Wegman’s hand with her own. “Relax, Cody. You tried.” “Yeah, but I’d thought she’d have more cojones, you know?” Georgia tried not to react. This wasn’t some caper with macho language and attitude. And Ellie w...
“An iced tea and a glazed doughnut.” It was only nine, but the air was already thick and heavy. I needed the cold drink. I needed the doughnut, too, and I watched greedily as the woman behind the counter speared it with tongs, wrapped it in waxed paper, and handed it over. I wolfed do...
The sun might have come up in the morning; it might have set at night, but Maggie didn’t care. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. She wanted to shout but the screams died in her throat. She wanted to die, but a punishing God condemned her to life. Most of the time she sat in the whit...
Eventually, though, they left the warmth of the restaurant and stepped outside into a night so bitter that Georgia’s nose and throat felt peppery when she breathed. Jimmy walked her to her car. “Thank you,” she said softly. “This was really nice.” Jimmy leaned over, cupped her cheeks in his hands...
There were no screams or shouts; her parents didn’t yell. Instead a frigid hostility would permeate the air, like some unseen but deadly toxin. Her mother, the ice queen, had perfected the technique. She could rip your insides out with a few wintry words, then turn around and talk to a stranger o...
The tiny wedding at KAM Isaiah Israel synagogue in Hyde Park included less than a dozen guests: Ursula and Reinhard, the graduate students in the Physics Department, a secretary, Bonnie, from the Math Department with whom Lena was friends, and Professor Compton and his wife. Lena had bought a whi...