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and the book:
FaithWords (October 22, 2008)
Lauraine Snelling is the award-winning author of more than sixty books, with sales of over 2 million copies. She also writes for a wide range of magazines, and helps others reach their writing dreams by teaching at writer’s conferences across the country. Lauraine and her husband, Wayne, have two grown sons, and live in the Tehachapi Mountains with a cockatiel named Bidley, and a watchdog Basset named Chewy.
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List Price: $ 13.99
Paperback: 320 pages
Publisher: FaithWords (October 22, 2008)
This is a Christmas story. Two women both hoping for the 'Perfect Christmas'; both fearing it will be the last with their kids as one has a heart problem in need of a heart transplant and the other her kids both being their last Christmas at home as they graduate from High School. The two lives touch, however, they never meet face to face. One gains a Christmas tragedy while turning the other's into a Christmas miracle.
I have been a fan of Lauraine for years. She knows how to bring you into the book. I own and have read over 20 of her books; all her Dakota singles, Red River series, Return to Red series, Dakotah Treasure series, Daughters of Blessing series.... (can you tell I'm from North Dakota?) also have read her Once upon a Christmas. So yes, I'm a fan. I had never read any of her contemporary books so I jumped at the chance. I however, was somewhat disappointed in that she uses quite a bit of cursing in this book. I've never seen it in her other books. So if you are opposed to some cursing in your reading beware if you read this one. That is the only thing that disappointed me with this book. Other than that Lauraine did a super job again.
Read for yourself and see how the two lives intertwine without even knowing it. You just never know whose life you might touch in your lifetime. Read to the end of this post and find out how you can win a copy of the book.
AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:
Gordon, where are you?
Betsy, a middle-aged yellow Lab, looked up as if she had heard Nora speaking. The two — owner and pet — had been best friends for so long that the twins frequently teased their mother about mental telepathy — with a dog. Betsy thumped her tail and gazed up from her self- assigned spot at Nora’s feet.
Leaving the bay- window seat, where she’d been staring out at the moon lighting fire to the frost-encrusted winter lawn, which sloped down to the lakeshore, Nora crossed the kitchen to set the teakettle to boiling. Tea always helped in times of distress. She brought out the rose-sprinkled china teapot and filled it with hot water. Tonight was not a mug night but a “stoke up the reserves” night. If there had been snow on the ground, this was the kind of night, with the moon so bright every blade of grass glinted, when she would have hit the ski trails. An hour of cross-country skiing and she’d have been relaxed enough to fall asleep whether Gordon called or not. So, instead, she drank tea. As if copious cups would make her sleep deeply rather than toss and turn. Perhaps she would work on the business plan if she got enough caffeine into her system.
Betsy’s ears perked up and she went and stood in front of the door to the garage.
Nora’s heart leaped. Gordon must be home after all. But why hadn’t he called to say he was at the airport? His business trip to Stuttgart, Germany, had already been prolonged and here they were trying to get ready — with just four days until Christmas. The last one for which she could guarantee the twins would still be home. Her last chance for perfection. When he’d told her a week ago he had to fl y to Stuttgart again, the word “again” had echoed in her head. Betsy’s tail increased the wag speed and she backed up as the door opened.
“Mom, I’m home.” Charlie, the older twin by two minutes, and named after his father, Charles Gordon Peterson, came through the door in his usual rush. “Oh, there you are.” Grinning up at his mother, he paused to pet the waiting dog. “Good girl, Bets, did you take good care of Mom?” Betsy wagged her tail and caught the tip of his nose with her black- spotted tongue. “Smells good in here.” He glanced around the kitchen, zeroing in on the plate of powdered-sugar–dusted brownies. “Heard from Dad?”
“No.” Nora cupped her elbows with her hands and leaned against the counter. At five-seven, she found that the raised counter fit right into the small of her back. When they’d built the house, she and Gordon had chosen cabinets two inches higher than normal, since they were both tall. Made for easier work surfaces. “Go ahead, quit drooling and eat. There’s a plate in the fridge for you to pop in the microwave.” “Where’s Christi?” Charlie asked around a mouthful of walnut- laced brownie.
“Upstairs. I think she’s finishing a Christmas present.”
“Are we going to decorate the tree tonight?”
“We were waiting on you.” And your father, but somehow he always manages to not be here at tree- decorating time.
While Gordon was not a “bah, humbug” kind of guy, his idea of a perfect Christmas was skiing in Colorado. They’d done his last year, with his promise to help make hers perfect this year. Right. Big help from across the Atlantic. While Nora knew he’d not deliberately chosen to be gone this week before Christmas, it still rankled, i
Goes to Danielle who won this book. Thanks for all who posted your Christmas memories.