This is more like 2 1/2 stars.I enjoyed the first half of this book, but really struggled through the second and started getting bored. I read this because I was curious to read books set in Elizabethan England and I did enjoy the flashbacks from the present to that time period the most.The writi...
Bought for me by my husband, as a gift, the subject matter and plot of this book are not really within my usual realms of interest. It’s really quite the thriller—a murder mystery, edge of your seat sort of story. I rarely choose to read (or watch movies, for that matter) about violence that oc...
Speech fails, then consciousness, and before another five minutes have passed, he has fallen across his straw pallet—at a cumbersome tangent, like a dropped ceiling beam. All that’s left to do is to remove his boots before bidding him good night. Over the next two days, I do all I can to resume o...
Italy is in Europe. --Same difference to me, I'm sure. We're all of us rather peckish, it turns out. For the next few minutes, we do nothing but eat, verily brooding over our viscous pasties, worrying them down like beggars. Philomela, not su...
Lightning zippering cross the sky and thunder gunning like a race car and rain hammering all night long on the tin roof. It was the kind of noise that made any other noise impossible. Earle, he wanted to listen to Death Valley Days, but all we could find on the radio was some Charlottesville prea...
CLARISSA WHISPERED. I watched Alonzo totter toward us. I saw the pickled line of his lip gleaming through the thatch of beard. “Henry,” he said. The distance between us melted away, and before I understood what I was doing I had placed my hand in the center of his chest—I could feel his heartbeat...