Ann Howard Creel





Ann Howard Creel


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July 24, 1953

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Average rating: 3.82 · 13,002 ratings · 1,512 reviews · 11 distinct works · Similar authors
While You Were Mine

3.78 avg rating — 6,757 ratings — published 2016 — 6 editions
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The Magic of Ordinary Days

3.84 avg rating — 5,101 ratings — published 2001 — 11 editions
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4.03 avg rating — 630 ratings — published 2006 — 4 editions
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Thanks to Nicki

4.03 avg rating — 339 ratings — published 2007 — 4 editions
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A Ceiling of Stars

3.78 avg rating — 99 ratings — published 1999 — 4 editions
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Nowhere, Now Here

3.78 avg rating — 41 ratings — published 2000 — 4 editions
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Under a Stand Still Moon

3.56 avg rating — 18 ratings — published 2005 — 2 editions
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Call Me the Canyon: A Love ...

3.09 avg rating — 11 ratings — published 2006 — 2 editions
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Water at the Blue Earth

3.50 avg rating — 2 ratings — published 1998 — 2 editions
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The Whiskey Sea

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“Memories are fragile things to hold, but many times, it's what we have.”
Ann Howard Creel, The Magic of Ordinary Days

“I’ve often wondered, even to this day, why during painful times some people seem to step away from themselves and make decisions that fall far out of their usual line of character and behaviour. Perhaps a natural reluctance to sit still is central, or perhaps, like the lesser animals, instinct forces us to go on even if grief has left us not up to the task…. In one fleeting moment, I stripped away the petals of my future, let them catch wind, and fly away”
Ann Howard Creel, The Magic of Ordinary Days

“He touched me as if I were the curved and delicate handle of a china cup, but he held me tightly just as I was, flesh and blood and full of human flaws and fears. In his arms I wasn't a girl dreaming of sailing the high seas, and I wasn't a farm kid jumping the train, either, but a fully grown woman riding the soft side of a crescent moon.”
Ann Howard Creel, The Magic of Ordinary Days

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