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The past is a foreign country, they do things differently there. The Go Between. L P Hartley Reply #61. Apr 03 21, 2:07 PM |
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This is the saddest Story I have ever heard....The Good Soldier....Ford Maddox Ford Reply #62. Apr 05 21, 2:06 PM |
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Here is an account of a few years in the life of Quoyle, born in Brooklyn and raised in a shuffle of dreary upstate towns. the Shipping news .... Annie Proulx Reply #63. Apr 09 21, 10:40 AM |
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"Do you think anyone will actually buy these?" Roland DeCamp, trim in a navy polo shirt and crisply pressed khakis, studied the aardvark he'd plucked from the group arrayed before him. --- Died in the Wool by Peggy Ehrhart Reply #64. Apr 11 21, 5:12 PM |
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The man on the park bench stared at the empty space above the knuckle of Nora Pennington's pinkie finger. --- The Secret, Book & Scone Society by Ellery Adams Reply #65. Apr 22 21, 10:52 AM |
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Flynt Mansion sat high upon a hill just outside of Sylvan Creek, Pennsylvania, its twin turrets stabbing at a huge October moon that was obscured now and then by passing dark clouds. --- Dial Meow for Murder by Bethany Blake Reply #66. Apr 30 21, 11:42 AM |
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If you are in a bookstore, reading this opening paragraph, trying to decide whether or not to shell out your hard-earned money, you should know that I, Brandy Borne--thirty-one, bottle blonde, divorced, who came running home last year to live with her bipolar mother--am not perfect. --- Antiques Knock-Off by Barbara Allan Reply #67. May 02 21, 2:26 PM |
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Some people have children born unto them, some acquire children and others have children thrust upon them. --- Our Next-Door Neighbors by Belle Kanaris Maniates Reply #68. May 17 21, 2:47 PM |
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A mysterious dark cloud hovered over Abby Miller's bed, pressing on her from all sides. --- The Quilter's Daughter by Wanda E Brunstetter Reply #69. May 22 21, 10:36 AM |
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Well let's start with So safety, shall we? the Thursday Murder Club....Richard Osman. Reply #70. May 29 21, 1:34 PM |
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Well let's start with Elizabeth, shall we? Book and author as previous post Reply #71. May 29 21, 1:35 PM |
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All men accustomed to feel through their imaginations are well acquainted with that unique description of melancholy which is inflicted by too complete a likeness between a mother and her daughter, when the mother is fifty years old and the daughter twenty-five, and the one happens thus to exhibit the looked-for spectre of the old age of the other. --- A Cruel Enigma by Paul Bourget Reply #72. Jun 06 21, 6:50 AM |
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They had all been avoiding the basement. --- Recipes and Wooden Spoons by Judy Baeh Reply #73. Jun 20 21, 12:30 PM |
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I have been afraid of putting air in a tire ever since I saw a tractor tire blow up and throw Newt Hardbine's father over the top of the Standard Oil sign. The Bean Tree, Barbara Kingsolver Reply #74. Jun 22 21, 6:36 PM |
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The oppressive heat of the August day was just starting to ease as Mary stepped out of Bailey's Ice Cream Shop. --- Between the Lines by Elizabeth Adams Reply #75. Jun 28 21, 10:12 AM |
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It was the perfect day for the gag. --- A Single Eye by Susan Dunlap Reply #76. Jul 27 21, 11:57 AM |
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The hardwood floor creaked when Charlotte Stevenson stepped into the attic of the old farmhouse. --- A Patchwork Christmas by Kristin Eckhardt Reply #77. Aug 03 21, 6:43 AM |
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A strange chance put me in possession of this journal. --- Arthur by Eugene Sue (What a great first line - it hooked me right away!) Reply #78. Aug 11 21, 10:47 AM |
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The variety of the traumas in Marilyn Monroe's life ran like an afternoon television soap opera. Bombshell, The night Bobby Kennedy Killed Marilyn Monroe By Det Mike Rothmiller (LAPD/ OCID) & Douglas Thompson Reply #79. Aug 13 21, 1:12 AM |
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Morning dew shimmered in the warm summer sun as Jorie King led the last horse to a paddock by the road. --- The Waiting by Suzanne Woods Fisher Reply #80. Aug 17 21, 10:32 AM |
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