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Goppingen: Gebr. Marklin & Cie. GmbH, 1988. Soft cover. Good/No Jacket. Oblong. 208 pp. Fully illustrated in color. In 1972 Marklin presented a technical sensation at the 23rd International Toy Fair in Nurnberg: mini-club - the smallest mass-produced electric train in the world. Scale Z: Gauge 6.5mm (1/4"): Scale 1:220. Text in German and English. Cover lighty worn. Text clean, no tears., Gebr. Marklin & Cie. GmbH, 1988, 2.5, Penguin Books. Good. 6.06 x 1.14 x 9.21 inches. Paperback. 2005. 400 pages. <br>In a host of consecutive bestsellers, Jonathan Kel lerman has kept readers spellbound with the intense, psychologica lly acute adventures of Dr. Alex Delaware-and with excursions thr ough the raw underside of L.A. and the coldest alleys of the crim inal mind.Rage offers a powerful new case in point, as Delaware a nd LAPD homicide detective Milo Sturgis revisit a horrifying crim e from the past that has taken on shocking and deadly new dimensi ons. Troy Turner and Rand Duchay were barely teenagers when the y kidnapped and murdered a younger child. Troy, a remorseless soc iopath, died violently behind bars. But the hulking, slow-witted Rand managed to survive his stretch. Now, at age twenty-one, he's emerged a haunted, rootless young man with a pressing need: to t alk-once again-with psychologist Alex Delaware. But the young kil ler comes to a brutal end, that conversation never takes place. Has karma caught up with Rand? Or has someone waited for eight p atient years to dine on ice-cold revenge? Both seem strong possib ilities to Sturgis, but Delaware's suspicions run deeper . . . an d darker. Because fear in the voice of the grownup Rand Duchay-an d his eerie final words to Alex: I'm not a bad person-betray unto ld secrets. Buried revelations so horrendous, and so damning, the y're worth killing for. As Delaware and Sturgis retrace their st eps through a grisly murder case that devastated a community, the y discover a chilling legacy of madness, suicide, and multiple ki llings left in its wake-and even uglier truths waiting to be unea rthed. And the nearer they come to understanding an unspeakable c rime, the more harrowingly close they get to unmasking a monster hiding in plain sight. Rage finds Jonathan Kellerman in phenomen al form-orchestrating a relentlessly suspenseful, devilishly unpr edictable plot to a finale as stunning and thought-provoking as i t is satisfying. Editorial Reviews From Publishers Weekly Psych ologist Dr. Alex Delaware stars again after playing second fiddle to Hollywood homicide detective Petra Connor in last year's Twis ted. It's been eight years since Alex provided a psychiatric eval uation of two teenagers, Troy Turner and Rand Duchay, who confess ed to abducting and killing a two-year-old girl. Troy is now dead , murdered in prison, and Rand has been released--and he promptly calls Alex to tell him he has some important information. Alex a grees to a meeting, but Rand's not where he said he'd be; shortly thereafter he's found dead. Kellerman always fashions fiendishly complicated cases, both literally and psychologically, for Alex to unravel, and this one is no different. During the course of th e investigation, he and longtime pal L.A. police lieutenant Milo Sturgis encounter a host of wayward children, a foster family fro m hell, infidelities that have to be charted to be kept straight and a serial killer who's the exact opposite of the genre's usual madman slasher but just as deadly. The action occurs mostly in t he calculating brains of the two detectives as they turn and sift evidence piece by piece, working every angle until they finally come up with a coherent picture. It's an impressive piece of dete ction, and readers who enjoy watching the delicate untangling of a Gordian knot-like plot will find this one a winner. (May) Copy right ? Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier In c. All rights reserved. --This text refers to the hardcover editi on. From Booklist It has been eight years since two-year-old Kri stal Malley was brutally murdered by two young teenage boys, and Alex Delaware has pushed his role in the drama out of his mind. T hen a phone call from one of the boys, Rand Duchay, now released at age 21, brings the sad, sordid circumstances back. When Rand i s found murdered--with Delaware's phone number in his pocket--the cops come knocking, in the person of Delaware's friend, Lieutena nt Milo Sturgis. Delaware and Sturgis take on the familiar roles of compatriots in crime solving, as they try to determine if Kris tal's murder has any bearing on Rand's death. Before they can fig ure that out, though, they must slash their way through a morass of lies, abuse, and dirty secrets, which envelop nearly everyone involved in the original tragedy. There's less suspense here than in some of Kellerman's past Delaware novels; Alex and Milo spend a great deal of time swapping theories in the kitchen, in the ca r, and at restaurants, methodically piecing together gossamer-thi n trails of evidence. But there's still enough surprise along the way to keep things interesting, especially at the close, when bo th Delaware and Sturgis face a moral quandary with which readers will sympathize. Less action, more substance for Kellerman fans. Stephanie Zvirin Copyright ? American Library Association. All ri ghts reserved --This text refers to the hardcover edition. Revie w PRAISE FOR JONATHAN KELLERMAN THERAPY Labyrinthine twists, ex cellent pacing, and hard-boiled, swaggering dialogue. -The Washin gton Post Immensely enjoyable . . . there's even a shocking sur prise. -Associated Press A tight, engaging . . . brainteaser. -N ew York Daily News THE CONSPIRACY CLUB An unnerving, highly cin ematic plot . . . [Kellerman has] headed off into different terra in . . . with striking success. -JANET MASLIN, The New York Times [Kellerman] keeps the creepiness coming until the big-twist fin ish. -People Turn the page and you're hooked. -The New York Time s Book Review --This text refers to the hardcover edition. From the Inside Flap In a host of consecutive bestsellers, Jonathan Ke llerman has kept readers spellbound with the intense, psychologic ally acute adventures of Dr. Alex Delaware?and with excursions th rough the raw underside of L.A. and the coldest alleys of the cri minal mind. Rage offers a powerful new case in point, as Delaware and LAPD homicide detective Milo Sturgis revisit a horrifying cr ime from the past that has taken on shocking and deadly new dimen sions. Troy Turner and Rand Duchay were barely teenagers when t hey kidnapped and murdered a younger child. Troy, a remorseless s ociopath, died violently behind bars. But the hulking, slow-witte d Rand managed to survive his stretch. Now, at age twenty-one, he ?s emerged a haunted, rootless young man with a pressing need: to talk?once again?with psychologist Alex Delaware. But the young k iller comes to a brutal end, that conversation never takes place. Has karma caught up with Rand? Or has someone waited for eight patient years to dine on ice-cold revenge? Both seem strong poss ibilities to Sturgis, but Delaware?s suspicions run deeper . . . and darker. Because fear in the voice of the grownup Rand Duchay? and his eerie final words to Alex: I?m not a bad person?betray un told secrets. Buried revelations so horrendous, and so damning, t hey?re worth killing for. As Delaware and Sturgis retrace their steps through a grisly murder case that devastated a community, they discover a chilling legacy of madness, suicide, and multiple killings left in its wake?and even uglier truths waiting to be u nearthed. And the nearer they come to understanding an unspeakabl e crime, the more harrowingly close they get to unmasking a monst er hiding in plain sight. Rage finds Jonathan Kellerman in phen omenal form?orchestrating a relentlessly suspenseful, devilishly unpredictable plot to a finale as stunning and thought-provoking as it is satisfying. --This text refers to the hardcover edition. About the Author Jonathan Kellerman has brought his expertise a s a clinical psychologist to 23 New York Times bestselling tales of suspense. He has won the Goldwyn, Edgar, and Anthony Awards, a nd has been nominated for a Shamus Award. Kellerman lives in Cali fornia and New Mexico with his wife, novelist Faye Kellerman. Vis it his website at www.jonathankellerman.com. --This text refers t o the hardcover edition. Excerpt. ? Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. CHAPTER 1 On a slow, chilly Saturday in Decemb er, shortly after the Lakers overcame a sixteen-point halftime de ficit and beat New Jersey, I got a call from a murderer. I hadn' t watched basketball since college, had returned to it because I was working at developing my leisure skills. The woman in my life was visiting her grandmother in Connecticut, the woman who used to be in my life was living in Seattle with her new guy-temporari ly, she claimed, as if I had a right to care-and my caseload had just abated. Three court cases in two months: two child-custody disputes, one relatively benign, the other nightmarish; and an in jury consult on a fifteen-year-old girl who'd lost a hand in a ca r crash. Now all the papers were filed and I was ready for a week or two of nothing. I'd downed a couple of beers during the game and was nearly dozing on my living room sofa. The distinctive sq uawk of the business phone roused me. Generally, I let my service pick up. Why I answered, I still can't say. Dr. Delaware? I di dn't recognize his voice. Eight years had passed. Speaking. Who' s this? Rand. Now I remembered. The same slurred voice deepened to a man's baritone. By now he'd be a man. Some kind of man. Wh ere are you calling from, Rand? I'm out. Out of the C.Y.A. I, uh . . . yeah, I finished. As if it had been a course of study. Maybe it had been. When? Coupla weeks. What could I say? Congra tulations? God help us? What's on your mind, Rand? Could I, uh, talk to you? Go ahead. Uh, not this . . . like talk . . . for real. In person. Yeah. The living room windows were dark. Six forty-five p.m. What do you want to talk about, Rand? Uh, it wou ld be . . . I'm kinda . . . What's on your mind, Rand? No answe r. Is it something about Kristal? Ye-ah. His voice broke and bi sected the word. Where are you calling from? I said. Not far fr om you. My home office address was unlisted. How do you know whe re I live? I said, I'll come to you, Rand. Where are you? Uh, I think . . . Westwood. Westwood Village? I think . . . lemme se e . . . I heard a clang as the phone dropped. Phone on a cord, tr affic in the background. A pay booth. He was off the line for ove r a minute. It says Westwood. There's this big uh, a mall. With this bridge across. A mall. Westside Pavilion? I guess. Two mi les south of the village. Comfortable distance from my house in t he Glen. Where in the mall are you? Uh, I'm not in there. I kin see it across the street. There's a . . . I think it says Pizza. Two z's . . . yeah, pizza. Eight years and he could barely read. So much for rehab. It took awhile but I got the approximate loc ation: Westwood Boulevard, just north of Pico, east side of the s treet, a green and white and red sign shaped like a boot. I'll b e there in fifteen, twenty minutes, Rand. Anything you want to te ll me now? Uh, I . . . can we meet at the pizza place? You hung ry? I ate breakfast. It's dinnertime. I guess. See you in twe nty. Okay . . . thanks. You sure there's nothing you want to te ll me before you see me? Like what? Anything at all. More traf fic noise. Time stretched. Rand? I'm not a bad person. CHAPTER 2 What happened to Kristal Malley was no whodunit. The day afte r Christmas, the two-year-old accompanied her mother to the Buy-R ite Plaza in Panorama City. The promise of MEGA-SALE!!! DEEP DISC OUNTS!!! had stuffed the shabby, fading mall with bargain-hunters . Teenagers on winter break loitered near the Happy Taste food co urt and congregated among the CD racks of Flip Disc Music. The bl ack-lit box of din that was the Galaxy Video Emporium pulsed with hormones and hostility. The air reeked of caramel corn and musta rd and body odor. Frigid air blew through the poorly fitting door s of the recently closed indoor ice-skating rink. Kristal Malley , an active, moody toddler of twenty-five months, managed to elud e her mother's attention and pull free of her grasp. Lara Malley claimed the lapse had been a matter of seconds; she'd turned her head to finger a blouse in the sale bin, felt her daughter's hand slip from hers, turned to grab her, found her gone. Elbowing her way through the throng of other shoppers, she'd searched for Kri stal, calling out her name. Screaming it. Mall security arrived; two sixty-year-old men with no professional police experience. T heir requests for Lara Malley to calm down so they could get the facts straight made her scream louder and she hit one of them on the shoulder. The guards restrained her and phoned the police. V alley uniforms responded fourteen minutes later and a store-by-st ore search of the mall commenced. Every store was scrutinized. Al l bathrooms and storage areas were inspected. A troop of Eagle Sc outs was summoned to help. K-9 units unleashed their dogs. The ca nines picked up the little girl's scent in the store where her mo ther had lost her. Then, overwhelmed by thousands of other smells , the dogs nosed their way toward the mall's eastern exit and flo undered. The search lasted six hours. Uniforms talked to each de parting shopper. No one had seen Kristal. Night fell. Buy-Rite cl osed. Two Valley detectives stayed behind and reviewed the mall's security videotapes. All four machines utilized by the security company were antiquated and poorly maintained, and the black-and -white films were hazy and dark, blank for minutes at a time. Th e detectives concentrated on the time period immediately followin g Kristal Malley's reported disappearance. Even that wasn't simpl e; the machines' digital readouts were off by three to five hours . Finally, the right frames were located. And there it was. Lon g shot of a tiny figure dangling between two males. Kristal Malle y had been wearing sweatpants and so did the figure. Tiny legs ki cked. Three figures exiting the mall at the east end. Nothing mo re; no cameras scanned the parking lot. The tape was replayed as the D's scanned for details. The larger abductor wore a light-co lored T-shirt, jeans, and light shoes, probably sneakers. Short, dark hair. From what the detectives could tell, he seemed heavily built. No facial features. The camera, posted high in a corner, picked up frontal views of incoming shoppers but only the backs of those departing. The second male was shorter and thinner than his companion, with longer hair that appeared blond. He wore a d ark-colored tee, jeans, sneakers. Sue Kramer said, They look lik e kids to me. I agree, said Fernie Reyes. They continued viewin g the tape. For an instant, Kristal Malley, Penguin Books, 2005, 2.5, Avon. Very Good. 4.19 x 1 x 6.75 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2007. 400 pages. <br>Magic under the mistletoe . . . One spectacular C hristmas, Lady Perdita Selby, known to her friends and family as Poppy, met the man she thought she would love forever. The devili shly attractive Duke of Fletcher was the perfect match for the in nocent, breathtakingly beautiful young Englishwoman, and theirs w as the most romantic wedding she had ever seen. Four years later, Poppy and the duke have become the toast of the ton . . . but be hind closed doors the spark of their love affair has burned out. Unwilling to lose the woman he still lusts after, the duke is de termined to win back his beguiling bride's delectable affections . . . and surpass the heady days of first love with a truly sinfu l seduction. Editorial Reviews Review The second in James' begu iling Georgian-era Duchess series is richly imbued with James' wi cked wit, and once again, the resplendent combination of her exqu isitely nuanced characters and lushly sensual romance is sublime. (Booklist) Eloisa James' elegantly written historical romance, sparkles with her distinctive brand of delicious sensuality and w icked wit. (Chicago Tribune) About the Author Eloisa James is a USA Today and New York Times bestselling author and professor of English literature, who lives with her family in New York, but c an sometimes be found in Paris or Italy. She is the mother of two and, in a particularly delicious irony for a romance writer, is married to a genuine Italian knight. Visit her at www.eloisajames .com. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. An Affair Before Christmas By Eloisa James Avon Copyright ® 20 07 Eloisa James All right reserved. ISBN: 978-0-06-124554-1 Chap ter One Four years later An excerpt from The Morning Post, Ap ril 22, 1783 The buzz of the past few days amongst the ton has been the challenge that the Earl of Gryffyn offered the Duke of V illiers. It seems that the earl has stolen away the duke's fianc. We cannot comment on the veracity of this report, but we would n ote that dueling has been strictly prohibited by our gracious sov ereign ... Townhouse of the Duke and Duchess of Beaumont A morn ing party in celebration of the Earl of Gryffyn's victory in a du el The Duchess of Fletcher, the butler announced with a magnific ent bellow. When he said nothing about the duke, Poppy looked beh ind her ... but Fletch was gone. He had drifted away to some othe r part of Beaumont House without bothering to be announced. Or in form her of his intentions. She could feel her smile turning ri gid so she picked up her skirts and edged down the three marble s teps into the ballroom. Side panniers made it difficult enough to negotiate doorways and stairs, but this morning her French maid had outdone herself. A veritable cascade of frills, curls and bow s towered over Poppy's head, the whole of it draped with strings of small pear-shaped pearls. Walking was challenging; stairs were truly dangerous. Not that it wasn't worth it. She was fiercely determined to achieve an elegance to match her husband's. Fletch and his costumes were the toast of London; she would never allow it to be said that his duchess shamed him. She didn't want anyon e to be sorry for her. Ever. Naturally Fletch hadn't said a wor d about her costume in the carriage, though he must have realized that her gown was new. Perhaps he thought its embroidery (in sha des of gold and pearl) was too formal for a morning occasion. Pop py took a deep breath. If she'd learned anything from her four ye ars of marriage, it was that one cannot guess what a man is think ing. She revised that thought. Certain male thoughts were cryst al clear. Your Grace, came a deep voice at her ear. May I escor t you to the other side of the ballroom, where there is less of a crush? The Duchess of Beaumont is to be found there. I'd be ho nored, Poppy said to her host, curtsying just deeply enough to ac knowledge his rank without disbalancing her hair. The Duke of Bea umont was attired in a simple coat of dark green velvet with turn ed-back cuffs of sage green. Of course, men rarely dressed as for mally as women. She placed her hand lightly on his arm and they s trolled through the ballroom, nodding at acquaintances. I hadn't thought to see you this morning, Poppy said, before she realized that was rather impolite. The duke-a consummate politician know n jointly for his disdain for infamy and his infamous duchess, Je mma-gave a rueful smile. Undoubtedly this party will be the scand al of the week, since it is held to celebrate a duel. To be quite truthful, in the normal run of events I would likely avoid this particular gathering. But as it is my own duchess holding the par ty, and in my own house, more commotion would result if I did not attend. Poppy felt a rush of sympathy for the poor duke. He wa s one of the most important men in the House of Lords, a man whos e conviction, eloquence and power were known all over England. Th e last thing he needed in his life was scandal. And though she de arly loved Jemma from their days together in Paris, she had to ad mit that gossip-mongers adored the Duchess of Beaumont for good r eason; everything Jemma did seemed to cause a sensation. It must be difficult to be married to her. Almost as difficult as being married to Fletch. She froze for a second. Are you fatigued, Y our Grace? Beaumont asked, pausing. Would you prefer to sit down? Oh no, she said, pushing thoughts about her marriage away. I a m so looking forward to seeing Jemma. I haven't seen her since be fore I married, when we both lived in Paris. She must be happy to find that her brother won the duel. Naturally we are all relie ved that the occasion ended without undue bloodshed, Beaumont sai d evenly, his voice showing how much he disliked the idea of cele brating his brother-in-law's illegal foray into dueling. And here is the duchess herself. He bowed, and left. Jemma looked even more elegant than she had four years ago in Paris. Though she was wearing panniers too, her skirts weren't stiff like Poppy's but soft and flowing. And whereas Poppy's hair was curled into rigid little snail shells, Jemma's hair was shaped into soft curls, so lightly powdered that its natural gold color shone through. Her b eauty had deepened; the sensual air that Poppy remembered was eve n more pronounced. Jemma, Poppy exclaimed. How lovely you look! Jemma turned and gave a little shriek of welcome. It's Poppy! she cried, snatching her into a hug. Then she backed up and narro wed her eyes. What has happened to the little mademoiselle I knew so well in Paris? You are exquisite! You put us all to shame. Lo ok at us, three duchesses, and you are the only one who looks the part. Poppy had already realized that she had grotesquely misc alculated the formality of the party. No wonder Fletch said nothi ng of her gown. Poppy smiled apologetically at the lady standing beside Jemma. I'm sorry, but I don't think- We've never met, sh e said, dropping a curtsy. Jemma is engaging in hyperbole. I am n o duchess. My name is Lady Isidore Del'Fino. Lady Isidore was wea ring a gorgeous costume of soft rose-colored crpe-de-chine. If Je mma was all sleek perfection, Lady Isidore looked like a ripe che rry, seductive and delicious. Poppy's heart sank even deeper. I sidore, this is the Duchess of Fletcher. Isidore is almost a duch ess, Jemma said, giving Poppy's arm another affectionate squeeze. She married by proxy and is just waiting for her duke to return from his travels. (Continues...) Excerpted from An Affair Befo re Christmasby Eloisa James Copyright © 2007 by Eloisa James. Exc erpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerp t may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing fr om the publisher. Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solel y for the personal use of visitors to this web site. </div Excer pt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. An Affair Be fore Christmas By Eloisa James Avon Copyright ® 2007 Eloisa Jam es All right reserved. ISBN: 978-0-06-124554-1 Chapter One Four years later An excerpt from The Morning Post, April 22, 1783 The buzz of the past few days amongst the ton has been the chal lenge that the Earl of Gryffyn offered the Duke of Villiers. It s eems that the earl has stolen away the duke's fianc. We cannot co mment on the veracity of this report, but we would note that duel ing has been strictly prohibited by our gracious sovereign ... Townhouse of the Duke and Duchess of Beaumont A morning party in celebration of the Earl of Gryffyn's victory in a duel The Duche ss of Fletcher, the butler announced with a magnificent bellow. W hen he said nothing about the duke, Poppy looked behind her ... b ut Fletch was gone. He had drifted away to some other part of Bea umont House without bothering to be announced. Or inform her of h is intentions. She could feel her smile turning rigid so she pi cked up her skirts and edged down the three marble steps into the ballroom. Side panniers made it difficult enough to negotiate do orways and stairs, but this morning her French maid had outdone h erself. A veritable cascade of frills, curls and bows towered ove r Poppy's head, the whole of it draped with strings of small pear -shaped pearls. Walking was challenging; stairs were truly danger ous. Not that it wasn't worth it. She was fiercely determined t o achieve an elegance to match her husband's. Fletch and his cost umes were the toast of London; she would never allow it to be sai d that his duchess shamed him. She didn't want anyone to be sorry for her. Ever. Naturally Fletch hadn't said a word about her c ostume in the carriage, though he must have realized that her gow n was new. Perhaps he thought its embroidery (in shades of gold a nd pearl) was too formal for a morning occasion. Poppy took a dee p breath. If she'd learned anything from her four years of marria ge, it was that one cannot guess what a man is thinking. She re vised that thought. Certain male thoughts were crystal clear. Y our Grace, came a deep voice at her ear. May I escort you to the other side of the ballroom, where there is less of a crush? The D uchess of Beaumont is to be found there. I'd be honored, Poppy said to her host, curtsying just deeply enough to acknowledge his rank without disbalancing her hair. The Duke of Beaumont was att ired in a simple coat of dark green velvet with turned-back cuffs of sage green. Of course, men rarely dressed as formally as wome n. She placed her hand lightly on his arm and they strolled throu gh the ballroom, nodding at acquaintances. I hadn't thought to se e you this morning, Poppy said, before she realized that was rath er impolite. The duke-a consummate politician known jointly for his disdain for infamy and his infamous duchess, Jemma-gave a ru eful smile. Undoubtedly this party will be the scandal of the wee k, since it is held to celebrate a duel. To be quite truthful, in the normal run of events I would likely avoid this particular ga thering. But as it is my own duchess holding the party, and in my own house, more commotion would result if I did not attend. Po ppy felt a rush of sympathy for the poor duke. He was one of the most important men in the House of Lords, a man whose conviction, eloquence and power were known all over England. The last thing he needed in his life was scandal. And though she dearly loved Je mma from their days together in Paris, she had to admit that goss ip-mongers adored the Duchess of Beaumont for good reason; everyt hing Jemma did seemed to cause a sensation. It must be difficult to be married to her. Almost as difficult as being married to F letch. She froze for a second. Are you fatigued, Your Grace? Be aumont asked, pausing. Would you prefer to sit down? Oh no, she said, pushing thoughts about her marriage away. I am so looking forward to seeing Jemma. I haven't seen her since before I marrie d, when we both lived in Paris. She must be happy to find that he r brother won the duel. Naturally we are all relieved that the occasion ended without undue bloodshed, Beaumont said evenly, his voice showing how much he disliked the idea of celebrating his b rother-in-law's illegal foray into dueling. And here is the duche ss herself. He bowed, and left. Jemma looked even more elegant than she had four years ago in Paris. Though she was wearing pann iers too, her skirts weren't stiff like Poppy's but soft and flow ing. And whereas Poppy's hair was curled into rigid little snail shells, Jemma's hair was shaped into soft curls, so lightly powde red that its natural gold color shone through. Her beauty had dee pened; the sensual air that Poppy remembered was even more pronou nced. Jemma, Poppy exclaimed. How lovely you look! Jemma turn ed and gave a little shriek of welcome. It's Poppy! she cried, sn atching her into a hug. Then she backed up and narrowed her eyes. What has happened to the little mademoiselle I knew so well in P aris? You are exquisite! You put us all to shame. Look at us, thr ee duchesses, and you are the only one who looks the part. Popp y had already realized that she had grotesquely miscalculated the formality of the party. No wonder Fletch said nothing of her gow n. Poppy smiled apologetically at the lady standing beside Jemma. I'm sorry, but I don't think- We've never met, she said, dropp ing a curtsy. Jemma is engaging in hyperbole. I am no duchess. My name is Lady Isidore Del'Fino. Lady Isidore was wearing a gorgeo us costume of soft rose-colored crpe-de-chine. If Jemma was all s leek perfection, Lady Isidore looked like a ripe cherry, seductiv e and delicious. Poppy's heart sank even deeper. Isidore, this is the Duchess of Fletcher. Isidore is almost a duchess, Jemma sa id, giving Poppy's arm another affectionate squeeze. She married by proxy and is just waiting for her duke to return from his trav els. (Continues...) Excerpted from An Affair Before Christmasb y Eloisa James Copyright © 2007 by Eloisa James. Excerpted by per mission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be repr oduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publis her. Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the per sonal use of visitors to this web site. </div Chapter One Four y ears later An excerpt from The Morning Post, April 22, 1783 The buzz of the past few days amongst the ton has been the chall enge that the Earl of Gryffyn offered the, Avon, 2007, 3, Castle Point Books, 2015-08-25. Paperback. Good. 8x0x9., Castle Point Books, 2015-08-25, 2.5, Trident Press International. Very Good. 279 x 457 x 12.7mm. Paperback. 2000. 80 pages.<br>The Ultimate Recipe Collection will create a strong visual impact on the shelves of any bookstore or supermarket. Hig h gloss covers with lush, full-color photography and bold, eye-ca tching typography make these titles appealing to the customers' e yes as well as their pockets. Eminently collectable. ., Trident Press International, 2000, 3, London: Macdonald Queen Anne Press. Very Good/Very Good. 1992. Revised Edition. Hard Cloth Cover. 4to 0356206157 Dust jacket complete, unclipped. Orange cloth with bright gilt titling on spine. No ownership marks.192 pages clean and tight. Lester Piggott - the man and the jockey - has always captured the public imagination. Born on 5 November 1935, he was an infant prodigy who was hailed as a 'boy wonder' rider by the age of fourteen. Together with early controversy and suspension came numerous glorious winners. Eleven times Champion Jockey, he has won more Derbys and more Classics than any other jockey in the history of the sport. His tally of winning rides, taken worldwide, has exceeded the 5,000 mark. Even after his widely anticipated retirement from the saddle in 1985, he was never far from the spotlight. Piggott's racing career had always been eventful yet, ironically, perhaps the most momentous episode of his life happened in 1987 when he was sentenced to three years' imprisonment for tax evasion. His 'retirement' years were very much a time of mixed fortunes, both professionally and personally. When, at the end of 1990, his unexpected return to the racetrack was announced to the world, the news caused a sensation, and it is a mark of the man, the legend that Lester Piggott has become, that his status as one of sport's greatest enigmas remains intact. And the remarkable Piggoft story goes on; back in the saddle at the age of fifty-five, he continues to ride winners and set new records. What makes this inscrutable genius tick? This new pictorial biography provides not only an invaluable illustrated record of Piggott's great achievements, but also answers to the questions his personality raises, and suggestions as to the motivation of a man understood by few, but admired by all. ., Macdonald Queen Anne Press, 1992, 3, Castle Point Books, 8/25/2015 12:00:01 A. paperback. Good. 0.5000 in x 9.8000 in x 8.4000 in. This is a used book in good condition and may show some signs of use or wear ., Castle Point Books, 8/25/2015 12:00:01 A, 2.5, Pan Books, UK, 2002. Medium Trade Paperback. Good (ex-library). Medium Trade Paperback. 187 pages. *** PUBLISHING DETAILS: Pan Books, UK, 2002. *** CONDITION: This book is in good (ex-library) condition. More specifically: Ex-library with usual marks, stamps, stickers. Covers have light creasing. Corners of covers are lightly bumped. Spine is uncreased. . Cover is protected in clear, self-adhesive laminate. Pages are reasonably tanned. *** ABOUT THIS BOOK: Dorothy Gallagher began her career fabricating sensational stories about celebrities for a pulp magazine. Nothing she made up, though, could rival in colour and drama the true story of her own family. Dorothy's mother tells her that the black girls who beat her up at school are the real victims. Her cousin Meyer returns to the Ukraine during the thirties and finds, to his astonishment, that the whole village is near death from starvation; still he retains his belief in Stalin's leadership. Dorothy's father scrounges wood for her stove from nearby vacant lots. She is plunged into despair when a famous editor rejects her manuscript. Her aunt Clara is murdered in her Bronx apartment . . . This is a fresh, extraordinary tale and an essential, brilliantly crafted journey into a family's life. *** Quantity Available: 1. Category: History; ISBN: 033048849x. ISBN/EAN: 9780330488495. Inventory No: 23100094.. 9780330488495, Pan Books, 2002, 2.5, NY: Berkley Sensation. 1st. 2009. fine. Hardcover. Signed by Author ISBN:9780425227732 SIGNED by author on title pg; 282pp; interior clean & tight; 8" tall; "autographed" sticker on front of color il'd dj ., Berkley Sensation, 2009, 5, IN: Preway Industries. 1984. vg. Hardcover. 10" tall; color photos on black cover; 96pp including index; glossy paper; color photos every page ., Preway Industries, 1984, 3, Denver CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co.. vg. Color photo post card of Denver Mountain Parks CO. #301; possibly from 1930s; message side of card has no writing but is browning; photo upon request ., Sanborn Souvenir Co., 3, New York, New York: Berkley Sensation, 2009. Later Printing. Softcover. Very Good+/No Jacket. Used Book: Mass Market Paperback Very faint shelf wear and light shelf lean. Faint creasing/rubbing to the spine and a thin 1/2-inch color chip to the lower rear cover. Faint stain to the lower front fly page., Berkley Sensation, 2009, 3, Castle Point Books. Used - Good. Good condition. A copy that has been read but remains intact. May contain markings such as bookplates, stamps, limited notes and highlighting, or a few light stains., Castle Point Books, 2.5, The Pampered Chef Casual Cooking . Easy Recipes for Indoors and Out Contents: The Great Outdoors, Cool Kitchen Cooking, Sweet Sensations.128 Pages . Measures: 8 1/2 X 8 1/2 inches . In this book we provide clearly written recipes in numbered steps with enticing color photographs. Time required for preparing, baking and cooling each dessert, along with expanded nutritional information . And special Kitchen Tips to help you. All of these classics have been developed, tasted and tested in our very own Test Kitchen . Like new condition., The Pampered Chef, Ltd, 2002, 0, 1947. Ephemera. Very Good; 1947 Gillette Blue Blades Life Magazine Color Advertisement. Class Always Tells by Rank Williams. Polo's Latest Sensation Peter Perkins. Gillette Safety Razor Company, Boston, Mass. Ad is 13 1/2" high and 6" across. Very Good condition, wear at edges. Suitable for framing. ., 1947, 0, New York: Family Circle. 2002. Magazine. Very Good with no dust jacket; Wear at edges, ; Articles inside include Muffins, Loaves and Breads, Pretty Ways to organize Every Room, Emme and Star Jones' Secrets of Style, Best Moves to Trim Your Hips, Chocolate Sensations, Parenting, Decorating, Recipes, Crafts and more. Filled with great illustrations and period advertising. Magazine is in good condition, wear at edges. ; B&W and color Illustrations; 162 pages ., Family Circle, 2002, 0, Saint Louis, The C.V. Mosby Company, 1975. xiv+702 pp., 624 ills. the cornea; mechanisms of sensation; extraocular muscles; intraocular pressure; the lens; the iris and the pupil; retina and optic nerve; color vision; very good condition, Saint Louis, The C.V. Mosby Company, 1975, 0, This reader is one in a series of redesigned new editions of the most popular titles in the ""Streamline Graded Readers"" series, which contain a new design and new colour artwork. These original stories, designed for beginner to intermediate levels, have a contemporary feel that should appeal to teenagers and young adults. Readers can choose from mystery and intrigue, humour, science fiction and ghost stories. Each story is graded, supported by colour illustrations, and short enough to be read easily and fluently. Accompanying worksheets can be used for checking understanding and testing, as well as for a range of class activities to develop language and reading skills. All titles are available on cassette. ., 6, Time Life Education, 1996.. Very Good/Unknown. Oblong quarto, hardcover, near fine in green boards with spiral binding. Delicious low fat recipes turn sensible food into sensational eating. Readily available ingredients; beautiful color photos; every recipe is quick and simple. tips and nutritional information. 160 pp., Time Life Education, 1996., 3, Publications International, 1998. Very Good/Unknown. Squarish octavo hardcover, fine in brown pictorial boards. 384 pp. including index Includes gift giving tips, sensational snacks, gifts in a jar, breads and muffins, cookies, sugarplums and more. Full page color illustrations throughout. Giftable., Publications International, 1998, 3, New York, Lorenz Books, 1997. Fine/Fine. Folio, hardcover, fine in fine brown and blue pictorial dj. Ideas you can do in a flash for windows, walls and floors, beds and bedding, chairs and tables, light and shade, containers etc. 256 pp. including index. Full page color photos throughout. 100 sensational effects you can achieve in a weekend., New York, Lorenz Books, 1997, 5, Penguin Group (Australia). Very Good. 23 x 15.2 centimetres (0.38 kg). Paperback. 2014. 416 pages. <br>It's 1946 and Regina Robichard is the first woman to be hired by Thurgood Marshall at the NAACP Legal Defense Fund. One day, Regina comes across a letter from M. P. Calhoun, the mo st famous yet reclusive author in the country. As a child Regina was captivated by Calhoun's The Secret of Magic, a novel in which white and black children played together in a magical forest. Th e book was a sensation. It was banned more than any other book in the South. It appeared on the cover of Timemagazine. And then M. P. Calhoun vanished. Calhoun asks Thurgood Marshall to investig ate the murder of Joe Howard Wilson, a decorated black lieutenant who had been on his way back to his small Mississippi town, worn and weary from World War II combat. Joe Howard had called his da ddy from the Alabama border, telling him he would be home in two hours' time. But Joe Howard never arrived . . . and two weeks lat er his murdered body was found. Despite his better judgment, Thu rgood gives Regina permission to investigate the case. But down i n Mississippi, she finds that nothing in the small town of Revere is as it seems, and she must navigate the muddy waters of racism and town secrets as she tries the impossible-to get justice for a black man in the deep South. ., Penguin Group (Australia), 2014, 3, London: Ebury Press. Very Good. 189 x 246mm. Paperback. 2015. 234 pages. <br> YouTube stars Dan Howell and Phil Lester tell the humorous story of growing up, becoming YouTube stars, and give a dvice to their teen followers. From YouTube sensations Dan Howell (danisnotonfire) and Phil Lester (AmazingPhil) comes a laugh-out -loud look into the world created by two awkward guys who share t heir lives on the Internet. More than 8 million YouTube subscribe rs can't wait for this book! Since uploading their first ever vid eos as teenagers, Dan and Phil have become two of the world's big gest YouTube stars. Now they invite you on a behind-the-scenes jo urney, filled with absolutely essential advice, tons of humor, lo ts of awkwardness, and TMI honesty that they will probably regret . Here's just a small sample of the fun surprises readers can loo k forward to: The inside story of that time they met One Directio n. Excerpts from Phil's teenage diary. Reasons why Dan's a fail ( so far). How to draw the perfect cat whiskers. Reasons why Phil w as such a weird kid (back then). Quizzes! Which of their dining r oom chairs represents you emotionally? What really happened in Ve gas. . . . In The Amazing Book Is Not on Fire, Dan and Phil are c andid, heartfelt, and hilarious. Their struggles and success have n't changed their strong friendship or their core belief that it' s okay to be weird. The cat whiskers come from within! This full- color book is bursting with unseen photographs and drawings, maki ng it an ideal gift for that hard-to-shop-for teenager ., Ebury Press, 2015, 3, Sphere. Very Good. 5.98 x 1.1 x 9.13 inches. Paperback. 2011. 339 pages. <br>In July 1864, Thomas Briggs was travelling home af ter visiting his niece and her husband for dinner. He entered a F irst Class carriage on the 9.45pm Hackney service of the North Lo ndon railway. At Hackney, two bank clerks entered the carriage an d discovered blood in the seat cushions; also on the floor, windo ws and sides of the carriage. A bloodstained hat was found on the seat along with a broken link from a watch chain. The race to id entify the killer and catch him as he flees on a boat to America was eagerly followed by citizens both sides of the Atlantic. Kate Colquhoun tells a gripping tale of a crime that shocked the nati on. Editorial Reviews About the Author Kate Colquhoun's previou s non fiction titles were shortlisted for the Duff Cooper Prize 2 004 and longlisted for the Samuel Johnson Prize 2003. As well as writing for several newspapers and magazines, she appears regular ly on national radio and television. She lives in London with her husband and two sons. --This text refers to the hardcover editio n. Review Kate Colquhoun's irreproachable unpicking of the case is meticulous, patient, thorough and measured * Independent * Wit h a storyteller's instinct for colour and suspense Kate Colquhoun has brilliantly recreated the five-month period from Thomas Brig gs' death to Muller's execution * Daily Express * Kate Colquhoun is a fine, robust writer who makes the most of its every twist an d turn * Mail on Sunday * Deploying her skill as a historian, Col quhoun turns a single curious murder case into a fascinatingly qu irky portrait of the underside of mid-Victorian London. I found i t unputdownable * Daily Telegraph * (A) thrilling book, which rea ds at times like a good Victorian novel... an utterly compelling did-he-do-it * Sunday Times * --This text refers to an out of pri nt or unavailable edition of this title. ., Sphere, 2011, 3, Oxford University Press. Good. Paperback. 1983. 292 pages. Cover worn<br>Between the two world wars, England abou nded with astonishing, colorful personalities.and this critical p eriod comes enjoyably alive as forgotten scandals, sensational cr imes, and almost unbelievable capers come to light once again. Am ong the figures discussed are Joynson-Hicks (who tried to clean u p London's morals even as he defended the massacre of hundreds of Indians at Amritsar), T. E. Lawrence, Amy Johnson, and others. ., Oxford University Press, 1983, 2.5, Ballantine Books. Very Good. 5.16 x 0.65 x 7.9 inches. Paperback. 2000. 304 pages. <br>Riveting . . . While I Was Gone [celebrates] what is impulsive in human nature. -The New York Times Miller weaves her themes of secrecy, betrayal, and forgiveness into a narrative that shines. -Time Jo Becker has every reason to be content. Sh e has three dynamic daughters, a loving marriage, and a rewarding career. But she feels a sense of unease. Then an old housemate r eappears, sending Jo back to a distant past when she lived in a c ommunal house in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Drawn deeper into her memories of that fateful summer in 1968, Jo begins to obsess abou t the person she once was. As she is pulled farther from her pres ent life, her husband, and her world, Jo struggles against becomi ng enveloped by her past and its dark secret. [While I Was Gone] swoops gracefully between the past and the present, between a wo man's complex feelings about her husband and her equally complex fantasies-and fears-about another man. . . . [Miller writes] well about the trials of faith. -The New York Times Book Review Quie tly gripping . . . Jo shines steadily as the flawed and thoroughl y modern heroine. As in her 1986 novel, The Good Mother, Miller s hows how impulses can fracture the family. -USA Today Marvelous . . . poignant . . . powerful. -Seattle Times/Post Intelligencer Editorial Reviews Review Riveting . . . The narrative pacing is masterly, building tension even in the most psychologically subt le passages. . . . While I Was Gone celebrate[s] what is impulsiv e in human nature. --CHRISTOPHER LEHMANN-HAUPT The New York Times MILLER WEAVES HER THEMES OF SECRECY, BETRAYAL AND FORGIVENESS I NTO A NARRATIVE THAT SHINES. --Time FASCINATING . . . A NEW NOVE L OF GREAT INTEGRITY AND POWER . . . Despite having a loving husb and, three vivacious daughters, a beautiful home in rural Massach usetts, and satisfaction in her work, Jo Becker's mind is invaded by a persistent restlessness. Then, an old roommate reappears to bring back Jo's memories of her early 20s. . . . Her obsession w ith that period of her life and with the crime that concluded it eventually estrange Jo from everything she holds dear, causing he r to tell lie after lie as she is pulled closer to this man from her past--and to a horrible secret. --Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel MARVELOUS . . . POIGNANT . . . POWERFUL. --Seattle Times/Post In telligencer A BEAUTIFUL AND FRIGHTENING BOOK . . . MANY READERS WILL FIND IT DIFFICULT TO FORGET. . . . It swoops gracefully betw een the past and the present, between a woman's complex feelings about her husband and her equally complex fantasies--and fears--a bout another man. . . . I can think of few contemporary novelists --John Updike and Frederick Buechner are two others--who write so well about the trials of faith. --The New York Times Book Review QUIETLY GRIPPING . . . Jo shines steadily as the flawed and tho roughly modern heroine. As in her 1986 novel, The Good Mother, Mi ller shows how impulses can fracture the family. --USA Today Fro m the Inside Flap Riveting . . . The narrative pacing is masterly , building tension even in the most psychologically subtle passag es. . . . While I Was Gone celebrate[s] what is impulsive in huma n nature. --CHRISTOPHER LEHMANN-HAUPT The New York Times MILLER WEAVES HER THEMES OF SECRECY, BETRAYAL AND FORGIVENESS INTO A NA RRATIVE THAT SHINES. --Time FASCINATING . . . A NEW NOVEL OF GREA T INTEGRITY AND POWER . . . Despite having a loving husband, thre e vivacious daughters, a beautiful home in rural Massachusetts, a nd satisfaction in her work, Jo Becker's mind is invaded by a per sistent restlessness. Then, an old roommate reappears to bring ba ck Jo's memories of her early 20s. . . . Her obsession with that period of her life and with the crime that concluded it eventuall y estrange Jo from everything she holds dear, causing her to tell lie after lie as she is pulled closer to this man from her past- -and to a horrible secret. --Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel MARVELOUS . . . POIGNANT . . . POWERFUL. --Seattle Times/Post Intelligence r A BEAUTIFUL AND FRIGHTENING BOOK . . . MANY READERS WILL FIND IT DIFFICULT TO FORGET. . . . It swoops gracefully between the p ast and the present, between a woman's complex feelings about her husband and her equally complex fantasies--and fears--about anot her man. . . . I can think of few contemporary novelists--John Up dike and Frederick Buechner are two others--who write so well abo ut the trials of faith. --The New York Times Book Review QUIETLY GRIPPING . . . Jo shines steadily as the flawed and thoroughly mo dern heroine. As in her 1986 novel, The Good Mother, Miller shows how impulses can fracture the family. --USA Today From the Back Cover Riveting . . . The narrative pacing is masterly, building tension even in the most psychologically subtle passages. . . . W hile I Was Gone celebrate[s] what is impulsive in human nature. - -CHRISTOPHER LEHMANN-HAUPT The New York Times MILLER WEAVES HER THEMES OF SECRECY, BETRAYAL AND FORGIVENESS INTO A NARRATIVE THAT SHINES. --Time FASCINATING . . . A NEW NOVEL OF GREAT INTEGRITY AND POWER . . . Despite having a loving husband, three vivacious daughters, a beautiful home in rural Massachusetts, and satisfact ion in her work, Jo Becker's mind is invaded by a persistent rest lessness. Then, an old roommate reappears to bring back Jo's memo ries of her early 20s. . . . Her obsession with that period of he r life and with the crime that concluded it eventually estrange J o from everything she holds dear, causing her to tell lie after l ie as she is pulled closer to this man from her past--and to a ho rrible secret. --Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel MARVELOUS . . . POIGN ANT . . . POWERFUL. --Seattle Times/Post Intelligencer A BEAUTIF UL AND FRIGHTENING BOOK . . . MANY READERS WILL FIND IT DIFFICULT TO FORGET. . . . It swoops gracefully between the past and the p resent, between a woman's complex feelings about her husband and her equally complex fantasies--and fears--about another man. . . . I can think of few contemporary novelists--John Updike and Fred erick Buechner are two others--who write so well about the trials of faith. --The New York Times Book Review QUIETLY GRIPPING . . . Jo shines steadily as the flawed and thoroughly modern heroine. As in her 1986 novel, The Good Mother, Miller shows how impulses can fracture the family. --USA Today About the Author Sue Mille r is the bestselling author of The God Mother, Inventing the Abbo tts, Family Pitctures, For Love, and The Distinguished Guest. She lives in Boston. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. IT'S ODD, I SUPPOSE, THAT WHEN I THINK BACK OVER that h appened in that terrible time, one of my sharpest memories should be of some few moments the day before everything began. Seemingl y unconnected to what followed, this memory is often one of the f irst things that comes to me when I call up those weeks, those mo nths-the prelude, the long, beautiful, somber note I heard but ch ose to disregard. This is it: silence between us. The only sound s the noises of the boat-the squeal of the oarlocks when my husba nd pulled on the oars, the almost inaudible creak of the wooden s eat with his slight motion, and then the glip and liquid swirl of the oars through the water, and the sound of the boat rushing fo rward. My husband's back was to me as I lay in the hard curve of the bow. He sat still a long time between each pull. The oars dr ipped and then slowly stopped dripping. Everything quieted. Somet imes he picked up his fishing rod and reeled it in a bit, pulling it one way or another. Sometimes he recast, standing high above me in the boat, the light line whipping wider and wider, whistlin g faintly in its looping arc across the sky before he let it go. It was a day in mid-fall, well after the turning of the leaves. The weather was glorious. We always took one day a week off toget her, and if the weather was good, we often went fishing. Or my hu sband went fishing and I went along, usually with a book to read. Even when the girls were small and it was harder to arrange, we managed at least part of the day alone together. In those early y ears we sometimes made love in the boat when we were fishing, or in the woods-we had so little time and privacy at home. It was a Monday. The day off was always Monday, because Sunday was Daniel 's busiest day at work and Saturday was mine. Monday was our day of rest. And what I recollect of that Monday, that fine fall day, is that for some long moments in the boat, I was suddenly aware of my state, in a way we aren't often. That is, I was abruptly an d most intensely, sharply aware of all the aspects of life surrou nding me, and yet of feeling neither part of it nor truly separat ed from it. Somehow impartial, unattached-an observer. Yet sentie nt of it all. Deeply sentient, in fact. But to no apparent purpos e. If I were trying to account for this feeling, I might say tha t it had something to do with the way I was half lying, half sitt ing on several pillows in the bow, the way the curving walls of t he old rowboat framed a foreground for my view as they rose away from me. I saw them, these peeling wooden inner walls, and then m y husband's familiar shape. Above him there was the flat, milky-b lue sky and sometimes, when we were close enough to shore, the fu rred, nearly black line of the spruces and pines against it. In t he air above us swallows darted-dark, quick silhouettes-and once a cedar waxwing moved smoothly through them. Layers of life above me. Below, I could hear the lap of the deep water through the wa lls of the boat. As a result, let's say, I felt suspended, waiti ng. Between all these worlds and part of none of them. But this isn't what I really believe; I think the sensation came from some where within me. We feel this way sometimes in adolescence, too, surely most of us can call it up. But then there's the burning i mpatience for the next thing to take shape, for whatever it is we are about to become and be to announce itself. This was differen t: there was, I supposed, no next thing. I had felt something l ike this every now and then in the last year or so, sometimes at work as I tightened a stitch or gave an injection: the awareness of having done this a thousand times before, of surely having a t housand times left to do it again. Of doing it well and thoroughl y and neatly, as I liked to do things, and simultaneously of bein g at a great distance from my own actions. Or at home, setting t he table, sitting down with my husband to another meal, beginning our friendly evening conversation about the day-the house quiet around us, the old dogs dozing under the table or occasionally nu zzling our feet. A sense suddenly of being utterly present and al so, simultaneously, far, far away. Now I stirred, shifted my wei ght. My husband turned, no aspect of his face not dear to me. Hur ting? he asked. And with that, as quickly as it had come over me , the moment ended. I was back, solidly in time, exactly where we were. It was getting chilly. I had been lying in the wooden boat for several hours now, and even though I had the pillows under m e, I was stiff. I had a bad hip. Replacement had been discussed, though everyone said I was young for it. I liked only that part o f the problem, being too young for something. A little, I said. We'll head back. Are you sure? I've got two reasonable ones. I 'm a happy man. He began to reel his line in. I turned and stret ched. How nice, to be a happy man, I said. He looked over his sh oulder at me, to get my tone. It is nice, he said. And I meant i t, I answered. As we rowed back, as we drove home, I found mysel f wanting to tell my husband about my feeling, but then not knowi ng what to call it. The shadow of it lingered with me, but I didn 't say anything to Daniel. He would hear it as a want, a need. He would feel called upon to offer comfort. Daniel is a minister, a preacher, a pastor. His business is the care of his flock, his m edium is words-thrilling words, admonishing or consoling words. I knew he could console me, but consolation wasn't what I felt I w anted. And so we drove along in silence, too, and I looked out th e window at the back roads that sometimes seemed utterly rural, p art of the nineteenth century, and sometimes seemed abruptly the worst of contemporary suburban life: the sere, beautiful old fiel ds carved up to accommodate the too-wide circular asphalt drivewa ys, the too-grand fake-garrison-colonial houses. We lived in the center of town, an old, old town-Adams Mills, the Adamses long d ead, the mills long burned down. Our house was a simple square fa rmhouse, added on to repeatedly at the back of the first floor ov er the years, as was the custom then with these old New England h omes. We had an unpainted barn behind it, and behind that was a s mall meadow which turned to pinewoods at the far edge, woods that hid our neighbors to the rear, though in the summer we could hea r them fighting, calling each other things that used to make the girls laugh with joy. You fat-ass pig! they'd imitate. You stupid shithead!-which for some years they had, uncorrected, as shiphea d. We used the barn as a garage now, and Daniel had his study ou t there, in a small heated room at the back. When we'd moved in, it was still full of rusting old tools and implements, the kinds of things people clean up and hang on their walls as folk art. Th ere were still mason jars of unidentifiable fruits and vegetables in the old root cellar, a dark earthen space you entered by lift ing a sort of trapdoor in the kitchen yard. Because of all this, we felt connected to the house's life as part of a farm. Yet at the front of the house we were townsfolk, connected to the villag e. Our view was across the old common to the big Congregational c hurch. Not Daniel's church, it's true, and we looked at its back side-its rump, the girls had called it-but it was a splendid civi c vista nonetheless. Beyond the church, we could see the row of g rand Georgian houses lined up face-to-face with its front. Along one side of the green was an inn, where we could get a fancy and tasteless meal in the main dining room, or a beer and a good ham burger in the bar, with its large-screen TV always tuned to the s ports network. Along the other side of the green there were shops : a small, expensive grocery, a video store, a store with high-qu ality kitsch-stoneware, cute gardening tools, stationery, rubber stamps, coffee-table books, Venetian-glass paperweights. Everythi ng in town was clapboard, painted white with green or black trim. If, Ballantine Books, 2000, 3, Ava Publishing Sa, 2005. This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside.This book has soft covers. In fair condition, suitable as a study copy. Please note the Image in this listing is a stock photo and may not match the covers of the actual item,650grams, ISBN:9782884790666, Ava Publishing Sa, 2005, 0, Ava Publishing Sa, 2005. This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside.This book has soft covers. In fair condition, suitable as a study copy. Please note the Image in this listing is a stock photo and may not match the covers of the actual item,600grams, ISBN:9782884790666, Ava Publishing Sa, 2005, 0, Ava Publishing Sa, 2005. This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside.This book has soft covers. In fair condition, suitable as a study copy. Please note the Image in this listing is a stock photo and may not match the covers of the actual item,650grams, ISBN:9782884790666, Ava Publishing Sa, 2005, 0, Ava Publishing Sa, 2005. This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside.This book has soft covers. In fair condition, suitable as a study copy. Please note the Image in this listing is a stock photo and may not match the covers of the actual item,650grams, ISBN:9782884790666, Ava Publishing Sa, 2005, 0, Ava Publishing Sa, 2005. This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside.This book has soft covers. In good all round condition. Please note the Image in this listing is a stock photo and may not match the covers of the actual item,600grams, ISBN:9782884790666, Ava Publishing Sa, 2005, 0, Ava Publishing Sa, 2005. This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside.This book has soft covers. In fair condition, suitable as a study copy. Please note the Image in this listing is a stock photo and may not match the covers of the actual item,600grams, ISBN:9782884790666, Ava Publishing Sa, 2005, 0, UsedVeryGood. Moderate wear to corners/edges from shelving., 0, New York: Shooting Star Press, 1996 Book. Very Good +. Hardcover. A very nice copy. Fully illustrated in color. 127 pages.., Shooting Star Press, 1996, 3, Timber Press (OR), 2016. Paperback. Acceptable. Former library book; Readable copy. Pages may have considerable notes/highlighting. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less.Dust jacket quality is not guaranteed., Timber Press (OR), 2016, 2.5, All about REAL MOTHERHOOD! The back cover describes this must-read book well; "Taking readers on a provocative tour through thirty years of media images about mothers -- the superficial achievements of celebrity moms, the sensational coverage of dangerous day care, the media-manufactured "mommy wars" between working mothers and stay-at-home moms, and more -- The Mommy Myth contends that this "new momism" has been shaped by out-of-date mores, and that no matter how hard they try, women will never achieve it. In this must-read for every woman, Susan J. Douglas and Meredith W. Michaels shatter the myth of the perfect mom and all but shout, "We're not gonna take it anymore!" The Washington Post adds, "This is a book for mothers who can admit that they yell sometimes, feed their children processed food, and occasionally get bored playing Barbie camp-out under the dining room table It's a book for mothers who would be okay with being imperfect, if only the rest of the world would stop pointing out their shortcomings."NEW! Not read! NO MARKS! NO name. Spine, binding, no rips-all perfect. Covers have bright bold colors. Covers almost perfect with a slight bend on front upper right corner. A super nice book-pristine! The pictures depict the actual book you will receive. Generally, ships the same business day! Ships with Tracking Number! Countries other than USA will require additional shipping cost., Free Press, 6<

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