Cornelia Warne is taken to live with her unwilling Aunt Kitty in Chicago after disaster takes the last of her closest kin. Ingratiating herself to her aunt is the only way to keep from being dropped off at the closest orphanage, but Aunt Kitty’s only focus seems to be for her unusual occupation.
I say gossip is just like a newspaper, only written in whispers instead of ink. Sure you can’t always believe everything you hear, but isn’t that the same with the newspaper?
I take off down the sidewalk in a panic, tripping over people and shoes and strollers. It’s like a terrible, ridiculous attack-of-the-bees sci-fi movie is being filmed—except no one else knows about it, and I am, unfortunately, the star.
As usual, it took Zoe no time at all to pick her dessert, because she always chooses snickerdoodles and knows the ingredients by heart.
When Etta, Coral, and Myrtle come to the realization that they need help taking care of their magical island home, they set off to kidnap some children to train in for the job. Minette and Fabio are deemed worthy of the task, but the aunts’ plot doesn’t go quite according to plan. Continue reading
The older folks in town like to tell about the night Brett McGrew was born. They say the sky was clear and the moon was full, a moon that lay low on the horizon, big and round and orange, like a basketball. A giant basketball shining down on Stuckey.
Between #MGCarousel’s book bingo and binging on #IndieApril reads, I packed in a lot of pages during April. An accomplishment, considering I also managed to write 30,000 words for Camp NaNoWriMo (yay!). Oh, and I’ve been plugging away at #36daysoftype on Instagram. It’s been a wild month.
Kristy Thomas is quick to pick up on a business opportunity, and the Baby-Sitters Club is born. Members Kristy, Claudia, Mary Anne, and Stacey tackle starting a business, forming new friendships, and pooling their resources. But Kristy’s determined to avoid one client in particular. Continue reading
