“The murder of a minister’s family near South Bend at the end of April 1989 was, at the time, the worst case of mass murder in the history of northern Indiana. Police very quickly focused on Robert Jeffrey Pelley, the son of the minister, Robert Lee Pelley, and within a matter of hours concluded that he had to be the killer.
But was Jeff Pelley, as he was called, really the murderer? The case of the Pelleys fascinated Indiana for almost two decades – for every fact that seemed to suggest that Jeff Pelley had murdered his father, stepmother, and stepsisters, there were other facts that seemed to show he was innocent.
It took Indiana authorities years to charge Jeff Pelley with the murders of his family, and still more years to bring him to trial. And the story isn’t over yet …
But the truth of what really happened on April 29, 1989, remains a mystery.”
“H” is another good listing! Some big names here like the Harry Potter series (only a couple shown), The Hunger Games, The Host, The Hobbit and Helter Skelter.
Hogwarts certainly is where my heart lies. As I write this I am snuggled up in my Hogwarts blanket, with my Racenclaw socks on. I love both the books and the movies. I have just recently started to reread them. My husband and I have a christmas tradition where we watch all the movies back to back. I have 6 Red Foot Tortoises and they are all named for HP charaters, Norbert, Lily, Trevor, Dobby, Winky, and Fang.
I recently received an ARC of Hideaway from St. Martin’s Press and I am so excited to read it! I dont think that I will be able to get to it before its publication date of 5/26 as I have a pretty packed reading schedule already but maybe I can squeeze it in somewhere. Nora Roberts is always so tempting to side track for, though. My favorite romance author hands down! I am NEVER disappointed in her books. When I have a heavy thriller/true crime spree it is so nice to break it up with one of her books.
“Jessica closed her eyes and imagined a fitting demise for the thesis advisor whose Birkenstocks had stomped on her dream of getting an advanced degree: a quick defenestration, a slow acting poison, or a hard bludgeon to his fat ugly head with the blunt side of an axe. Professor Baldrick Wolfgang Schmutzig, “Preeminent Philosopher” (and World-Class Dickhead) had insulted her for the last time.”
Jessica James is a philosopher student at Northwestern University, a long way from her Montana, trailer park home. She is secretly living in the attic of the philosophy department, sleeping on a desk but she is determined to get her doctorate. Professor Wolf is her thesis advisor and she is also his TA. Her and a couple friends decide to break into his office and snoop around while smoking pot but they find more than what they bargained for. Her thesis, looking untouched with a post dated letter pretty much kicking her out of graduate school and Wolf’s dead body in the bathtub.
“G” has some great books, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Girl on the Train, The Gunslinger, and The Green Mile, but for me The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society holds my heart! ❤
Before 2016, I had never even heard of this book. It wasn’t exactly “my type” of book, as you can tell from my other books shown here. But the story of how this book came in to my possession proves it was meant to be.
It was August 2016, and I was browsing at my favorite used book store with a friend, just killing some time. We were just discussing some of the books we were finding and the type of books we like to read when this woman, a stranger I have never seen before, comes up to me and hands me a book. She says to me “You have to buy this book” and then she just turns and walks away. I was speechless, thinking that was the weirest encounter I have ever had. I look at this book that was just handed to me and think what a strange title. The whole thing was just so odd that I decided I had no choice, I had to follow the woman’s direction and I bought the book.
Now I didn’t read this book right away, no. It ended up taking me over a year before I finally got to it. Like I said, this book was not my style, not my normal interest, and it was just a bunch of letters put together to make story, ugh no thank you. Finally, in 2017, the reading challenge that I was completing had the perfect prompt, I could no longer ignore this book, A Book Someone Else Has Recommended to You.
I devoured this book in 1 day. I just could not stop reading it. I laughed, I cried, I loved it!
Since then I have forced this book on everyone I know and make them read it. They all look at me the same way I did, “really, you want me to read this?” They have never been disappointed.
So.. this is me, a stranger to you, coming up and handing you this book, telling you, you must buy it.
I finally broke my 3 book stalemate and gave a 5 star rating! I am feeling good about April. I read more, wrote more, and posted more. It’s certainly not my best and not what I had been planning on. I was suppose to be on vacation, reading and relaxing on a tropical island. Thanks Rona! 😡 But just rolling with what happens and thankfully I was able to just reschedule for September. This month I tried to focus on the positives.
I am thankful for my health.
I am thankful that my friends and family are healthy.
I am thankful I work at home for an awesome company.
I am thankful to Barbara Venkataraman and Anya Wylde for gifting me copies of their books. 😊
“That unto me, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall swear.” -Isaiah 45:23
“Vickie told friends that H.G. Wells’s fifty-year-old stories had a lot of relevance in modern America, especially for someone like herself, someone who had begun getting messages from God while she took baths and who was having dreams of great violence and a cabin on a mountaintop.”
A whole lot of “firey” reads here! I have read about half this shelf and some are a few of my favorites.
King is always a top author of mine, my first favorite that I can remember. I have to thank my mom for first introducing me to him.
Find Me by J.S. Monroe was a very good read! I enjoyed it from start to finish. Kept me guessing every step of the way.
After the first half, I thought I had a good grasp on what was going on. Once the second half started, it threw me for a loop and I didn’t know what to think.
How deep is your love? Would you refuse to believe your loved one was dead when everyone around you thinks your crazy and you need to move on? I love Jar’s commitment and rooted for him the entire time. A big recommendation to all thriller lovers for this one!
“What went wrong at Ruby Ridge? Why was Randy Weaver’s son fatally shot in the back?
How could the FBI justify shooting a woman as she held her infant child?
Why were the Weavers given a $3.1 million settlement by the U.S. Government?
Was there an FBI cover-up and how high did it go?
Every Knee Shall Bow answers the critical questions that cut to the heart of the most explosive issues in the United States today.
The Weaver Family took to the woods to escape what they believed was a sinful world on the brink of Armageddon. But Randy Weaver’s indictment on a firearms violation escalated into a deadly shoot out at his northern Idaho cabin. Before it was over, a federal marshal, Weaver’s wife and his only son were dead.”
I live about 60 miles from Ruby Ridge and to be honest I didn’t realize all that occurred here. I thought that it was a hate spreading, racist, radical, that when law enforcement came to arrest him on a weapons violation, a standoff ensued. Similar to Waco, the government made some errors in how they handled the situation and saddley that resulted in loss of life. But it seems there was more to the story than I knew and some cover up going on.
I am ashamed that this happened so close to home, that there are people so filled with hate that used to live here. I don’t want people to think that only Aryans live in North Idaho. My community has done a lot over the decades to clean the hate from our streets.
I know that I am not the only one that feels this way. Does your home have a past or present that you are ashamed of?
A small collection of essays or short stories by the author that cover topics from Data Mined advertising on the internet, that extra key we all have on our key rings and don’t know where it goes, to a logophile (which is a lover of words).
“Of all the mysteries in my life, the one I someday hope to solve is the mystery of my extra key.”
“The stranger stared into my eyes so deeply it felt like he was looking into my soul. The staring went on for so long I was starting to feel uncomfortable when he finally spoke. “You have presbyopia.” “Oh my God,” I said, “Is that serious? It sounds like a tropical disease.” The ophthalmologist laughed. “No, it means you have old eyes. You also have a touch of astigmatism.” I rubbed my blurry, traitorous eyes. “What’s the cure, doc?” He shrugged. “Longer arms so you can read a menu. Glasses, of course.”
A great, short read, very funny and extremely enjoyable. These stories are so relatable, things that we are all going through and thinking on a daily basis but Barbara has put them on paper for us to read and laugh about together. I literally laughed out loud on a few. For someone who is an attorney and an English major, you expect her writing to be stiff and full of words that most of us would have to look up but that is not the case at all. It’s written for everyone not just other logophiles to enjoy.
“It won’t be easy,” Miss Summer repeated firmly, “for the world to adjust to your presence. England will have to shift around, make space, adapt a little, stand on its toenails and stay alert to be able to absorb someone like you… It may happen… Miracles are not unheard of.”
Lucy Anne Trotter has turned 18 and now she must vacate the orphanage that she has grown up in. She has been procured a job as a governess at Rudhall Manor. Three months into her position and the Lord Sedley is found stabbed to death in his bed chamber and a jewel necklace is stolen.
“Lord Robert Archibald Sedley, Lucy recalled, had been a belligerent fellow. A rotten creature who had been bottle headed substantially cracked and had possessed a voice that seemed to emerge from deep within his intestines to break through his cruel lips in a bellowing, reverberating sound. A sound that had shaken the very air surrounding him and had held enough power to send a weak-willed creature shooting a few feet into the air in absolute terror. Along with his commanding voice, he had also possessed a lusty temperament, a lineage that could be traced back a hundred years, and blood so blue that one was amazed to see his red cheeks. He also happened to have been four feet, eleven inches tall.”
