emelee Posted November 30, 2014 Posted November 30, 2014 "Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. - Little women, Louisa May Alcott.
chesilbeach Posted November 30, 2014 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
Calexa Posted December 1, 2014 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.
Anna Begins Posted December 9, 2014 Posted December 9, 2014 (edited) All this happened, more or less: ~Peace in Amber/ Hugh Howey Edited December 9, 2014 by Anna Begins
Anna Begins Posted December 14, 2014 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
chesilbeach Posted December 18, 2014 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
nursenblack Posted December 27, 2014 Posted December 27, 2014 The Barbers had said they would arrive by three. The Paying Guests by Sarah Waters
Calexa Posted December 27, 2014 Posted December 27, 2014 'Gout or rheumatism, Doctor?' I asked. The Narrative of John Smith by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
poppy Posted December 27, 2014 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?)
chesilbeach Posted December 28, 2014 Posted December 28, 2014 My favourite thing to do in London is to fly the Eye.The London Eye Mystery by Siobhan Dowd
Anna Begins Posted December 29, 2014 Posted December 29, 2014 There was a hole in Gloria's smile the size of an apple. I, Zombie/ Hugh Howey
dtrpath27 Posted December 29, 2014 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
poppy Posted December 30, 2014 Posted December 30, 2014 Orange juice was not scheduled for Fridays. ~ The Rosie Effect by Graeme Simsion
chesilbeach Posted December 30, 2014 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
dtrpath27 Posted December 30, 2014 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!
dtrpath27 Posted January 1, 2015 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
Janet Posted January 2, 2015 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.
dtrpath27 Posted January 3, 2015 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
bobblybear Posted January 3, 2015 Posted January 3, 2015 It makes you think of coconut-frosted cookies, maybe drugs. Let The Right One In - John Ajvide Lindqvist
chesilbeach Posted January 3, 2015 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
Weave Posted January 4, 2015 Posted January 4, 2015 "I blame Charles Dickens for the death of my father." ~ This House is Haunted by John Boyne.
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