My daughter told me to read this one. My expectations were not too high for The Cupcake Queen by Heather Hepler, but I found it to be a surprisingly well crafted, well written and entertaining young adult novel.
Page 28: I kept speeding up and then slowing down during the walk to school. I didn't want to be late, but I really didn't want to be too early, standing around and staring at my shoes while everyone else talks to one another and pretends not to see the new girl staring at her shoes.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Wicked Autumn
Wicked Autumn is a quiet mystery story by G. M. Malliet.
Page 44: Thea, poised for her usual rapturous leap at the sight of the visitor, remembered her training just in time: she sat hard, tail wagging so thunderously that its hip-shaking momentum threatened to topple her over.
Page 112: They suddenly became to him what they were -- fallible, ordinary people all carrying stories to tell that they dared not tell anyone.
Page 191: He saw that she had missed a button on her cardigan, or perhaps a button was missing altogether. In anyone else, this would be a sign of mild forgetfulness. In the fastidious Miss Pitchford, it was a clear measure of her distress, bordering on incipient madness.
Page 237: Wanda's sense of her place in the village was her prize psychological possession.
Entertaining, though not overly captivating.
Page 44: Thea, poised for her usual rapturous leap at the sight of the visitor, remembered her training just in time: she sat hard, tail wagging so thunderously that its hip-shaking momentum threatened to topple her over.
Page 112: They suddenly became to him what they were -- fallible, ordinary people all carrying stories to tell that they dared not tell anyone.
Page 191: He saw that she had missed a button on her cardigan, or perhaps a button was missing altogether. In anyone else, this would be a sign of mild forgetfulness. In the fastidious Miss Pitchford, it was a clear measure of her distress, bordering on incipient madness.
Page 237: Wanda's sense of her place in the village was her prize psychological possession.
Entertaining, though not overly captivating.
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