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MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW gives this book 5 stars.
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See excerpt below description. Longer excerpt available at author's website www.abirdlearnshowtofly.com and the review from MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW.
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Book Description
Jimmy Trenton never imagined in his wildest dreams that his high school chum's step mom would become his best friend-and much more. It was 1958 in the quiet little community of Lakewood, Maryland. Certain things weren't supposed to happen there-but they did. Now Jimmy and his new best friend Carol must struggle with a secret and the reality of their relationship in a time when rules were much stricter than they are now. They must put it back the way it was before things went astray, but can they? It's 1958 in sleepy little Lakewood, Maryland where respectability is so important. Product Details· Paperback: 304 pages · Publisher: Aventine Press (August 21, 2007) · Language: English · ISBN-10: 1593304943 · ISBN-13: 978-1593304942 · Product Dimensions: 8.5 x 5.5 x 0.7 inches. Additional copies are available.
Excerpt from chapter 8:
“Perhaps,” she said as she reached over and put her hands over his hands. “Thanks for sitting with us, Father. It’s been good seeing you again.” She turned to me, getting up slowly. “Let’s go, Jimmy,” she whispered. As she walked passed the priest she brushed him slightly, then turned to face him. “Forgive me, Father.”
They looked at each other for several moments. “Find peace, Carol. I’ll pray for you.”
“Thanks, Father. I hope I do,” she said softly.
I walked passed him as he nodded at me, and I in turn nodded back.
Carol turned toward the alter and genuflected as she left the pew. I let her precede me feeling that she needed to be by herself for a little while. When she reached the entrance area, she reached into the font, faced the alter, and crossed herself with holy water again before exiting. I could feel the priest’s eyes following us but it was not a feeling that made me uneasy. There was nothing in this place that made me feel uneasy.
When I reached the door I could see Carol slowly making her way down the many steps taking her away from the church. For a brief instance I thought I was watching a bride who had just gotten married, exit the church, but there was no groom next to her, only me trailing behind.
At the midway point of her descent she stopped and turned back toward me, waiting for me to catch up, then took my hand again. We went down the steps and walked toward the Fairlane where she let go of my hand again.
She stopped in front of the car, standing between the passenger door and me as if blocking it. “It’s time, Jimmy,” she said in a soft low voice.
“Time?” I asked.
“Time for that struggle to end -- one way or another.” She looked up the street and stared in that direction a few moments. When she turned back around to face me she had tears in her eyes. “Your home is up there, Jimmy, just a few minutes away. Do you know what home is?”
I looked at her not knowing exactly what she meant, puzzled by the tears in her eyes.
“Home is where that special feeling overtakes you when you go in the door,” she continued. “It’s where those favorite things like books, toys, even cold chicken in the refrigerator wait for you. It’s the place where those special people who love you -- like your mom and dad, are. It’s where all those happy memories, like holidays with your family, live with you -- in every room. It’s where you belong.”
“Why are you telling me this Carol?” I asked
“Because you should always cherish your home, Jimmy, and never treat it lightly or threaten it.”
“How could I threaten it?” I asked.
She ignored the question. “We can say goodbye here, this time for good, Jimmy, and you can walk up that street and be home in just a few minutes.”
“I don’t understand, Carol. Don’t talk that way.”
“It’s so easy for you to go home, Jimmy. No one’s stopping you….or…or…”
“Or what?”
She struggled to get it out. “Or you could get in the car and go with me in another direction for a little while….but our relationship will change forever if you do.”
“Will it?”
“Yes it will.”
“For good or for bad?”
“That’s a question I can’t answer, Jimmy. I only know that it will change.” |
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