Some books hook you with the first line, the first paragraph, or the first page. Other books, however, need more time to gain momentum. Although it can be tempting to put a book down if it doesn’t ignite your interest quickly, these books are worth sticking with…
It’s heating up outside and between the pages—these are the hot new releases we’ll be checking out this week!
Blood Always Tells by Hilary Davidson
When it turns out Dominique’s boyfriend is married—and to a spoiled socialite—she devises the perfect plan to get even…until her attempted blackmail lands her in serious trouble.
I just finished a book that makes me want to strip naked and run barefoot through the mountains, intentionally.
Let me be clear, I am not a runner. The last two years I have taken up running only to prep for the Bolder Boulder 10K. This year I needed some motivation so I picked up Christopher McDougall’s Born to Run assuming it was a self-help runner’s bible.
Mystery and romance collide in our picks for the best new releases of the week!
Night Diver by Elizabeth Lowell
For most people, the Caribbean conjures up images of white sandy beaches, palm trees and relaxation. For Kate Donnelly, it’s the scene of tragedy and nightmares, a place she never wants to return.
It’s springtime, which means it’s time to think about shopping for a bathing suit. It’s an emotional thing, shopping for a bathing suit. It reminds me of writing my book.
The idea of wearing a bathing suit and looking passable – dare I say “hot” – is a far-off goal for many women, including me. I have an idea of how I’d like to look in a bathing suit. And that idea may have a calamitous collision with reality the second I strap on a bikini in the safety of a department store dressing room. I may not be as hot as I thought. Or hoped I’d be. Not yet, anyway. It’s only spring.
About 11 years ago, I sat down to write a book. I had great expectations for it. I wanted to look like a super model in my bathing suit of a book.
When the idea for The Art of Floating bowled me over in 2005, I was in a café in Haverhill, Massachusetts. I’d ordered a sandwich—turkey and provolone—and while waiting for the sandwich to be made, I stumbled upon an article in the New York Times about a mute, unresponsive guy who’d been found soaking wet on a beach in Europe. Germany, I think. The folks who found him had no idea where he’d come from or who he was. For all they knew, he was from Finland or the United States or South Africa. And although I can no longer distinguish between what was in the article and what I’ve made up since (an affliction common in novelists), I believe they stuck him in a hospital almost immediately. Once ensconced, they tried to figure out his origins in various ways—speaking to him in different languages, trying to get him to read newspapers and letters, food, music, etc. It was a real-life mystery that captivated many…and made it into the New York Times.