I can't say what it is about this book that keeps me thinking about the story line long after I've finished it, but it does. Delilah Blue is a little girl lost character who struggles to find out who she really is and what she wants, along with her mother and father. This is a beautifully written...
Okay, so I was looking for semi-mindless books that would be easy to read. This fit the bill perfectly, and was actually better than I was expecting. To be perfectly honest, I always sort of expect these types of high school drama, teen novels to have somewhat annoying protagonists, but Sara was ...
The little house on Poplar Avenue had always had a sticky lock. Lisa used to nag Marcus to spray the keyhole with some sort of oil. Because one time, on a really snowy winter day, she couldn’t get in. She and her groceries had to wait on the steps for a half-hour in the howling wind. By the time ...
Lila had woken to find Victor gone. He’d been quiet since his visit to the doctor a few days prior, though he’d insisted nothing conclusive had come from the appointment. Just a series of tests and an assurance the office would call him with results within a couple of weeks. A quick tally of his ...
The dog shoves his way in as she’s partway through the door. She locks up behind her. She’s not up to dealing with early morning customers. With the help of the pill, with the arrival of Jonathan, she slept deeper than she has in weeks. When she finally woke, he was gone. She sat up, blinking. It...
Out Loud. Friday morning I’m the first one in the classroom. We ran out of milk this morning, so my mom had to drive us to a coffee shop for hot chocolate and croissants to go. So not only did I get to eat breakfast in the car, I got chauffeured all the way to the front doors of the school like S...
He pauses, willing, I think, to brave Nigel’s wrath if I ask him to stay; wondering if I’m at all worried for my own safety. And I am, believe me, but I nod toward the backyard to let him know it’s fine for him to leave. He lifts his hand in a half-wave and disappears into the shadows. Now it’s j...
My legs have that same bendy-straw feeling they had the day after my mom left, and there’s a greenish-blackish stink wrapped around my shoulders that snaps and growls to let people know they should keep their distance. If my own mother can’t be near me, why should anyone else? I think about skipp...