Lovin To Read Little Book Corner

Hair-Raising!!! Spine Tingling!! You don't want to miss  Behind  Her Eyes by Sarah Pinborough. David and Adele seem like the ideal pair. He's a successful psychiatrist, she is his picture-perfect wife who adores him. But why is his so controlling? And why is she keeping things hidden?  As Louise, David's new secretary, is drawn into their orbit, she uncovers more puzzling questions than answers. The only thing that is crystal clear is that something in this marriage is very, very wrong. But Louise can't guess how wrong--and how far a person might go to protect their marriage secrets. I cannot thank  Sarah Pinborough and Flatiron Books enough for my advanced copy of this book for an honest review.  All I can say is, after reading this book, I am almost afraid to go to sleep at night.  Told between Adele and Louise narratives with a final surprising narrative you will not see where this book is heading.  The  #WTF  ending has me s...

Jodi and Todd are at a bad place in their marriage. Much is at stake, including the affluent life they lead in their beautiful waterfront condo in Chicago, as she the killer, and he, the victim, rush haplessly toward the main event.  He is a committed cheater. She lives and breathes denial. He exists in dual worlds. She likes to settle the scores. He decides to play for keeps. She has nothing left to lose. Told in alternating voices, The Silent Wife  is about a marriage in the throes of dissolution, a couple headed for a catastrophe, concessions that can't be made, and promises that won't be kept.  My daughter-in-law, Crystal, had given me this book months ago. Her co-workers and she had read the book in a book club they had formed. I had put it on my shelf to be read.  I had run out of the books from the library and wanted something to read.  It seemed to call me from the shelf.  Jodi and Todd seemed to have it all, the nice condo, he owned his own ...

When I was growing up, in a small town in Kansas, Saturdays were the days I looked forward to.   My mom would take me with her to the beauty parlor, I would venture across the street to the library. As you would walk into the two story old brick building, the smell of history would waft up as the door would swoosh open and closed.  A faint smell of mold or mildew, mixed in with the other mysterious smells were like a comfortable pair of shoes I would slip into. The librarian, Miss Jane Blades, always welcomed each and every patron with a "Good Morning" and when she seen it was me, she would just smile.  When I was the younger girl, 2nd or 3rd grade, she would have books picked out for me based on the level she knew I could read.  As I got older she had projects for me to do, in case I got bored, or too loud, but mainly it was to make me feel special.  The two story building, made of brick, was like my castle.  Tucked in the wooden shelves, we...