emelee Posted November 30, 2014 Share Posted November 30, 2014 "Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. - Little women, Louisa May Alcott. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted November 30, 2014 Share Posted November 30, 2014 Lady Eva Devenish capped her gold fountain pen and leant back with a sigh, flexing her beringed fingers. A Mourning Wedding by Carola Dunn Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Calexa Posted December 1, 2014 Share Posted December 1, 2014 On the day of the miracle, Isabel was kneeling at the cliff's edge, tending the small, newly made driftwood cross. The Light Between Oceans - M.L. Stedman. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anna Begins Posted December 9, 2014 Share Posted December 9, 2014 (edited) All this happened, more or less: ~Peace in Amber/ Hugh Howey Edited December 9, 2014 by Anna Begins Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anna Begins Posted December 14, 2014 Share Posted December 14, 2014 The morning after noted child protégé Colin Singleton graduated from High School and got dumped for the nineteenth time by a girl named Katherine, he took a bath. An Abundance of Katherines- John Green My earliest memory of the beach is of it being a harsh place for a wheelchair. The Shell Collector- Hugh Howey Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted December 18, 2014 Share Posted December 18, 2014 "Not even half seven yet, Laurie," the young security guard teased her. "Don't you ever get a lie-in?" Meet Me Under The Mistletoe by Abby Clements Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nursenblack Posted December 27, 2014 Share Posted December 27, 2014 The Barbers had said they would arrive by three. The Paying Guests by Sarah Waters Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Calexa Posted December 27, 2014 Share Posted December 27, 2014 'Gout or rheumatism, Doctor?' I asked. The Narrative of John Smith by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poppy Posted December 27, 2014 Share Posted December 27, 2014 'Gout or rheumatism, Doctor?' I asked. The Narrative of John Smith by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle So which was it? (or is that too much of a spoiler?) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted December 28, 2014 Share Posted December 28, 2014 My favourite thing to do in London is to fly the Eye.The London Eye Mystery by Siobhan Dowd Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anna Begins Posted December 29, 2014 Share Posted December 29, 2014 There was a hole in Gloria's smile the size of an apple. I, Zombie/ Hugh Howey Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dtrpath27 Posted December 29, 2014 Share Posted December 29, 2014 I wore a black suit and a white shirt, a black tie and black shoes, all polished and shiny; clothes that would normally make me feel uncomfortable, as if I were in a stolen uniform, or pretending to be an adult. - The Ocean at the End of the Lane, Neil Gaiman Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poppy Posted December 30, 2014 Share Posted December 30, 2014 Orange juice was not scheduled for Fridays. ~ The Rosie Effect by Graeme Simsion Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted December 30, 2014 Share Posted December 30, 2014 Marianne had looked forward to her tenth birthday as being something special; quite different from any birthday she had yet had, for two reasons. Marianne Dreams by Catherine Storr Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dtrpath27 Posted December 30, 2014 Share Posted December 30, 2014 Orange juice was not scheduled for Fridays. ~ The Rosie Effect by Graeme Simsion I was wondering how you got a copy already, but then I realized that today is the release day. I really wish they would've gotten it out just a few days earlier for Christmas; my husband would've put it under the tree for me! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dtrpath27 Posted January 1, 2015 Share Posted January 1, 2015 (edited) It was as black as old blood in the closet. -The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley Edited January 2, 2015 by dtrpath27 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Janet Posted January 2, 2015 Share Posted January 2, 2015 The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. The Time Machine by H G Wells. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dtrpath27 Posted January 3, 2015 Share Posted January 3, 2015 Long before the war started, it was already there, breathing, rumbling, hidden. -The Remarkable Courtship of General Tom Thumb by Nicholas Rinaldi Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bobblybear Posted January 3, 2015 Share Posted January 3, 2015 It makes you think of coconut-frosted cookies, maybe drugs. Let The Right One In - John Ajvide Lindqvist Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted January 3, 2015 Share Posted January 3, 2015 Said my lord to my lady, as he mounted his horse: 'Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the moss.' Said my lord to my lady, as he rode away: 'Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the hay.' Long Lankin by Lindsey Barraclough Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Weave Posted January 4, 2015 Share Posted January 4, 2015 "I blame Charles Dickens for the death of my father." ~ This House is Haunted by John Boyne. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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