I absolutely loved this book. It had just the right amount of mystery and suspense. I found that it was very well written and that I could identify with most of the characters or at least have known someone like them. However, the only thing that I found a little unclear was why Birdie was the wa...
After an acrimonious divorce, novelist Bethany Graves, and her daughter, Willow, move back to The Hollows, Bethany’s hometown. Bethany hopes the move will put a stop to Willow’s lies and wilfulness, but after discovering she’s not her father’s biological daughter, Willow’s behaviour deteriorates....
This sequel to "Beautiful Lies" (which I enjoyed), was a flop from beginning to end. Although I didn't care much for the opening of the book, where the narrator's approach in bringing the reader "up to speed" just seemed annoying, I still at that point held out hope for a good plot. Unfortunately...
I admit I'm pretty late to the party however I've been a fan of Lisa Unger for a while and finally got around to reading her novels written under her maiden name.I found Angel fire to be well written and engaging as are her later works. I sort of saw the ending coming or at least figured out the ...
Then, on the corner, he tossed it into the trash. He didn’t feel that bad about breaking up with Kristi via text. People of her generation were all about texting, which was just one example of their soullessness. I’m sorry, Kristi. I can’t see you tonight. In fact, we shou...
I am nothing but the agony of my body and mind. I don’t know how long I’ve been alternating between total darkness and blinding white light, silence and the booming voice asking questions I can’t answer. I might have been here for hours or days. It’s dark now, and I take comfort in it, though my ...
I did not marvel at the fingers of light spearing through the canopy, dappling the ground. I did not admire the frolicking larks or the scampering squirrels for their carefree existence. No. In fact, it all made me sick. There was a scream of protest lodged at the base of my throat, and it had be...
I talked to Tama Puma.“Ms. Thurman would be enchanted to meet with you,” she said, her voice a warm and self-important purr. Enchanted? Who used words like that in the real world? I imagined her in a boa, with a long cigarette holder dangling from her fingers. Though naturally, Ms. Puma would die...
Lydia had pretty much figured this the moment he pulled up a chair. Otherwise, rather than sitting and having a friendly little chat about Trevor Rhames and The New Day, he probably would have arrested them. He could easily do that and hold them for as long as he wanted under the Patriot Act.“We ...
Lydia and Jeffrey sat stiffly but unbound on an overstuffed red velvet sofa. Once they were inside, they were treated like guests, except for the armed men in black ski masks and body armor blocking any potential exit from the posh sitting room. Lydia could see Jeffrey scanning the room and count...
The cloud cover must have hung thick and low, because I couldn’t see the stars, and the moon was just a silvery glow in the sky. I squeezed my eyes closed, assessing the pain in my head, the hard place where my hip connected with the earth, the bindings on my wrists and ankles. There was a rhythm...
It was something in his gut that told him he should go straight over to his mom’s, pick up Brendan, and get right on the road. But Kate had made him promise, if he was tired, to wait until Monday morning. And for a number of reasons, he was tired, bone-tired.He hadn’t slept at all the night befor...
He talked about his mother, about his father, about how he’d always felt like a loser, an outcast.Without the usual mask of black makeup, Charlene looked about twelve. She sat curled up on Maggie’s couch, wearing sweatpants and an old black T-shirt, clutching a pillow against her center. Her hair...
Rumbling, beeping down Lispenard Street. It crashed over the metal plate in the road, creating a mind-shatteringly loud concussive boom. And with my sudden, unwanted wakefulness came the waves of nausea, the blinding pain behind the eyes. I emerged jaggedly into the land of the living, rolled out...
Rumbling, beeping down Lispenard Street. It crashed over the metal plate in the road, creating a mind-shatteringly loud concussive boom. And with my sudden, unwanted wakefulness came the waves of nausea, the blinding pain behind the eyes. I emerged jaggedly into the land of the living, rolled out...
Grady kept replaying his call with Sean, hope battling despair. Maybe the call had caused trouble, and if there was trouble already, maybe that would work in his favor. Or maybe Clara would just hate him again, hate him for being such a baby; whatever weakness had impelled her to call would be ce...
The girl had a wild mop of tangled hair, was thin as a wisp. She had about her the look of neglect—dirt under her nails, the hem falling on her dress. She smelled of smoke—not cigarette smoke, but of things destroyed by fire. Eloise ignored her, because there was something different about this on...
My head was heavy, filled with fog. I heard the words Eloise Montgomery had uttered more than a decade ago ringing in my ears. But I hadn’t really heard them when she’d first uttered them. Like so many things I didn’t want to deal with, I’d buried her advice and warnings deep. Anyway, I had just ...