Understood Betsy for grown-ups! Livvy is a talented pastry chef who has never found the recipe for her own happiness. When a kitchen disaster resultsUnderstood Betsy for grown-ups! Livvy is a talented pastry chef who has never found the recipe for her own happiness. When a kitchen disaster results in Livvy escaping to an inn in rural Vermont, a voyage of self discovery begins . . .
This was an interesting beginning to a new series. Lizzie Snow is a Boston homicide detective who moves to a small town in Maine with the hope of findThis was an interesting beginning to a new series. Lizzie Snow is a Boston homicide detective who moves to a small town in Maine with the hope of finding her missing nine-year-old niece. Her new job in Bearkill - the name gives the reader a sense of desolation that seems to aptly describe this remote part of Maine - lands her in the middle of several local mysteries for which local sheriff Chevrier needs her help.
I listened to the audio version and at first I blamed the format for the feeling that I had jumped into the middle of a series, instead of book 1. After I finished, I learned that Lizzie and her erstwhile lover, another police detective, had been introduced in a previous series. I found the heroine hard to like because she was inconsistent and sometimes came across as smug, and her decisions regarding her investigation did not always make sense. In addition, it felt as if the mystery was wrapped up too quickly at the end. However, overall, I enjoyed the book and am curious about what will happen to Lizzie next.
When Arthur Cathcart and his wife are attacked by an unknown assailant, they are left for dead. However, Arthur, despite being shot in the head, surviWhen Arthur Cathcart and his wife are attacked by an unknown assailant, they are left for dead. However, Arthur, despite being shot in the head, survives and after absorbing the loss of his beloved wife, he is determined to find out why she or they were targeted. So that the shooter doesn't come back to finish the job, he concocts an elaborate plot to unearth the truth. Despite moments of sadness (and improbability), this is more of a caper novel and was an enjoyable audio book....more
Liked this almost as much as the first one but the breakup with Zack was not explained well - plus, how many parents would let an 18 year old move toLiked this almost as much as the first one but the breakup with Zack was not explained well - plus, how many parents would let an 18 year old move to NYC, even with a friend?...more
Ruby Sawyer adores her lumberjack father but when he dies, she is forced to leave the school she enjoys to help care for her ten siblings. Her motherRuby Sawyer adores her lumberjack father but when he dies, she is forced to leave the school she enjoys to help care for her ten siblings. Her mother takes a job cooking for the lumber camp. However, when Ruby befriends an elderly woman who is affluent but blind, she is rewarded by receiving some children's books that transport her to another world. Eventually, the kindly Mrs. Graham invites the Sawyer family to share her large home. Mrs. Sawyer remarries one of her husband's cohorts, and Ruby vows to become a teacher and to open a library so no one else has to hunger for books as she had....more
This is the last Elswyth Thane I needed for my collection, and I held out until I found one with a more or less intact dustjacket:
It may surprise ElswThis is the last Elswyth Thane I needed for my collection, and I held out until I found one with a more or less intact dustjacket:
It may surprise Elswyth Thane's admirers to learn that in the publication of the two last Williamsburg books, Ever After and The Light Heart, she worked with a collaborator. He is a purple finch and his name is Che-Wee. He doesn't know he's a bird; he thinks he's people. He spends his winters in a New York apartment with Elswyth Thane and her husband, Dr. William Beebe, the famous naturalist, and his summers at their Vermont farm where he was born.
It was in a howling summer rainstorm that she found him lost and forlorn, too little to fly, too young even to know how to feed himself. He wasn't afraid when her warm hand closed over him in the rain. He liked the bread she pushed down his throat and the orange juice she fed him with an eye-dropper.
He had no cage, only branches fastened to the upper sills of all windows, and he made twittering, bustling flights from one end of the house to the other, turning corners with great dash and even learning to fly up and down stairs.
From the beginning he was literary. He perched on a picture frame and watched her at work. He sampled erasers and pencil points, and if drinking ink could have killed him he'd have been a dead bird long ago.
Nowadays he lights on the typewriter -- on the carriage-rod that turns up the roller -- and rides there, his feet wrapped firmly and his wings loose, ready to help him balance when the shift key jolts him, never flinching as the keys strike up close past his beak.
When Miss Thane writes with a pen he chases the point along the paper or lights on her pen holder and stays there. This requires a nice adjustment of balance on the part of both author and assistant -- and sometimes it rouses in Elswyth Thane the uneasy suspicion that Che-Wee can read. In the course of writing two plays and more than a dozen books she got along nicely without her manuscripts in detail with anyone, but now Che-Wee supervises her work from the first rough drafts to the examination of final proofs from the printer.
It appears he was very firm with her; it may even be that this book was his idea.