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TUESDAY SPARKS: INTROS/TEASERS – “THE BOOKSELLER”

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Welcome to another Tuesday celebrating bookish events, from Tuesday/First Chapter/Intros, hosted by Bibliophile by the Sea; and Teaser Tuesdays hosted by Should Be Reading.

Today’s featured book is an ARC from Amazon Vine from an author new to me:  The Bookseller, by Cynthia Swanson.

 

 

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Intro:  This is not my bedroom.

Where am I?  Gasping and pulling unfamiliar bedcovers up to my chin, I strain to collect my senses.  But no explanation for my whereabouts comes to mind.

The last thing I remember, it was Wednesday evening and I was painting my bedroom a bright, saturated yellow.  Frieda, who had offered to help, was appraising my color choice.  “Too much sunniness for a bedroom,” she pronounced, in that Miss Know-It-All tone of hers.  “How will you ever sleep in on gloomy days with a room like this?”

I dipped my brush into the paint can, carefully wiped off the excess, and climbed the stepladder.  “That’s entirely the point,” I told Frieda.  Leaning over, I began cutting along a tall, narrow window frame.

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Teaser:  I am almost eager to go to bed that night, curious what might happen and what I might dream.  Laughing at myself, I pour a generous shot of whiskey just before bedtime, thinking it might put me to sleep sooner.  (p. 52).

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Blurb:   A provocative and hauntingly powerful debut novel reminiscent of Sliding Doors, The Bookseller follows a woman in the 1960s who must reconcile her reality with the tantalizing alternate world of her dreams.

Nothing is as permanent as it appears . . .

Denver, 1962: Kitty Miller has come to terms with her unconventional single life. She loves the bookshop she runs with her best friend, Frieda, and enjoys complete control over her day-to-day existence. She can come and go as she pleases, answering to no one. There was a man once, a doctor named Kevin, but it didn’t quite work out the way Kitty had hoped.

Then the dreams begin.

Denver, 1963: Katharyn Andersson is married to Lars, the love of her life. They have beautiful children, an elegant home, and good friends. It’s everything Kitty Miller once believed she wanted—but it only exists when she sleeps.

Convinced that these dreams are simply due to her overactive imagination, Kitty enjoys her nighttime forays into this alternate world. But with each visit, the more irresistibly real Katharyn’s life becomes. Can she choose which life she wants? If so, what is the cost of staying Kitty, or becoming Katharyn?

As the lines between her worlds begin to blur, Kitty must figure out what is real and what is imagined. And how do we know where that boundary lies in our own lives?

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What do you think?  Are you as intrigued by the blurb and excerpts as I am?  I hope you’ll stop in and share your thoughts.

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A Bit of Me (Me) · social connections · sweets

A BIT OF ME (ME): I SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM! — JAN. 29

 

Today’s topic for A Bit of Me (Me), hosted by There’s A Book, is near and dear to me.

Yes, that’s exactly what I said!

This Weeks Question: What is your favorite Ben and Jerry’s flavor? Do you have more than one? Can’t narrow it down, tell us all about the ones you love!

Now ice cream is my favorite thing.  I love it so much, that a day without ice cream is pale and boring.  Well, almost.
My friends and family know that I love Coconut Ice Cream best of all…but Ben & Jerry’s doesn’t have that flavor.  At least I couldn’t find it on the list.  So my next favorite, of course, is anything with chocolate.  Like Cookie Dough Ice Cream.  Yummy!
I SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM!
Has anyone out there heard that little ditty “I scream for ice cream”? Well, when I was a kid, we used to sing it while my uncle turned the crank on the ice cream maker. Yes, homemade ice cream is the best thing ever! And I haven’t had any in eons!!
What are you drooling over this morning?  And yes, I could even eat ice cream for breakfast! Please stop by and share some tidbits.
Noah and a Milkshake