New Year's Eve: A NovelCrown, 30. 5. 2012. - 366 страница Part contemporary family drama, part ghost story, this engrossing novel dramatizes the difficult process of letting go of one's childhood to embrace one's new chosen family. This is the story of twin sisters, their children, and an accident that claims the life of one, and leaves the others to find their way away from, and back to each other. |
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... missed his chance. “My resolution is next,” I said as I shook my head at Heather and turned to bend over the caviar. “Yes, Erica's next,” Edgar said. “Maybe I wasn't finished yet,” Heather said. “It's my turn,” I said, trying to meet ...
... missed his chance. “My resolution is next,” I said as I shook my head at Heather and turned to bend over the caviar. “Yes, Erica's next,” Edgar said. “Maybe I wasn't finished yet,” Heather said. “It's my turn,” I said, trying to meet ...
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... miss Mom?” I asked her. “You're going to be fine.” A Tiffany rattle arrived for Sarah, a gift from Bruno Lyons, who was head of my department and a famously distant attraction for both his students and his staff. He was in his early ...
... miss Mom?” I asked her. “You're going to be fine.” A Tiffany rattle arrived for Sarah, a gift from Bruno Lyons, who was head of my department and a famously distant attraction for both his students and his staff. He was in his early ...
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... . Occasionally, I would wonder if her tolerance came from loyalty or simply from the fact that she hated to be alone with her children even more than she hated to be with me. I knew she missed her work. She laced our talks.
... . Occasionally, I would wonder if her tolerance came from loyalty or simply from the fact that she hated to be alone with her children even more than she hated to be with me. I knew she missed her work. She laced our talks.
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A Novel Lisa Grunwald. I knew she missed her work. She laced our talks with coy complaints about her colleagues and how they kept calling. “I've still got a month left, for God's sake,” she'd say, but I knew she was counting the days ...
A Novel Lisa Grunwald. I knew she missed her work. She laced our talks with coy complaints about her colleagues and how they kept calling. “I've still got a month left, for God's sake,” she'd say, but I knew she was counting the days ...
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... miss our chance. In a medical fluke for December, chicken pox had hit Sarah with particularly virulent, itchy force. This morning was the fifth day of the siege, and it showed little signs of abating. A host of child-centered vacation ...
... miss our chance. In a medical fluke for December, chicken pox had hit Sarah with particularly virulent, itchy force. This morning was the fifth day of the siege, and it showed little signs of abating. A host of child-centered vacation ...
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Winter and Spring 1990 | |
New Years Eve 1963 | |
Spring 1990 | |
New Years Eve 1966 | |
Summer 1990 | |
New Years Eve 1967 | |
Summer 1990 | |
New Years Eve 1968 | |
Autumn 1990 | |
New Years Eve 1990 | |
Spring 1991 | |
New Years Eve 1983 | |
Summer 1990 | |
New Years Eve 1964 | |
Summer 1990 | |
New Years Eve 1958 | |
New Years Eve 1991 | |
Acknowledgments | |
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