Sleeping Beauty

by Judith Michael | Romance | This book has not been rated.
ISBN: 0671782525 Global Overview for this book
Registered by damnyankee of Van Buren, Arkansas USA on 12/28/2003
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2 journalers for this copy...
Journal Entry 1 by damnyankee from Van Buren, Arkansas USA on Sunday, December 28, 2003
Including in Harlequin box

Journal Entry 2 by damnyankee at U.S. Mail in Lawton, Oklahoma USA on Saturday, January 3, 2004
Release planned for Tuesday, January 06, 2004 at U.S. Mail in Lawton, Oklahoma USA.

This is a bonus book that I am including because I have a little more room

Journal Entry 3 by tania-in-nc from Mooresville, North Carolina USA on Monday, January 12, 2004
Thanks for thinking of me! Shall read, journal and release.

I notice this book once stopped in at the "Paperback Boutique" in Poway, CA. Would love to know it's history :)

When I finish my current read, Blue Ice by Marilyn Tracy, c. 1990, I will start this one. -- July 11, 2004


Journal Entry 4 by tania-in-nc from Mooresville, North Carolina USA on Sunday, July 25, 2004
This was a neat book. Had me flipping pages ...

Thought provoking/fun quotes from the book for you:

"Where's your mother?"
"Upstairs. She's cleaning drawers. She's been doing it all day."
"Spring cleaning," Vince said, amused. A good wife, he thought. She's not speaking to her husband, for some reason or another, but she makes sure the house is in order. "You stay down here, Dora; I want to talk to her for a while. Watch television or something."
"Nothing's on."
"Then do something else. I don't want you bothering us." P74
[comment: hmmph! Spring cleaning, my foot, she was very peeved!]

Anne watched the two men as they talked. She took off her jacket and sat back, sipping her beer, listening not to their words but to the sounds of their voices. Leo’s voice was compact, like his frame, his words as distinct and decisive as the steps of a soldier on the march. Josh’s was deeper and more measured, the voice of a man who spent too much of his time explaining things. It was strong and assured; a very good voice, Anne thought. She had thought so in her office, though it had been tense then, rougher than it was now, and arrogant. p292

The room was small and casual, with dark green walls, polished walnet bookshelves to the ceiling, beige corduroy couches and chairs, and a green marble fireplace. And there were books everywhere, crammed into shelves, stacked in precarious piles on the floor and the windowsills, strewn on tables with magazines and professional journals. In a corner, behind more books, was a television set; nearby were record and compact-disc players. Josh had turned on some music when they came in, and the intricate ripples of a Scarlatti sonata filled the room. Anne knew that this room was where he spent most of his time. p321
[comment: sounds like my kind of room]

She watched the leaping flames and wondered what had happened in the months from that night to this to make everythign feel so right. Time, she thought. Weeks and months when Josh was becoming part of her life, slowly, gradually, without planning or pressure. And something else. Tonight he was in trouble and she was helping him. Tonight, for the first time, she did not feel he stood on a indestructible platform of triumphs while she balanced on a fragile base patched together by her defenses. She had always been able to help strangers; now she could help someone close to her, and that gave her a new feeling of strength, and ease. p486
[comment: Somehow I believe what goes around, comes around. Helping someone else brings some sense of peace.]

He stood up and pulled on his ski jacket. Leo wanted to see him this afternoon. That was okay, he could handle Leo. But he didn't see why he had to be around waiting for him. He'd go skiing for a couple of hours, clear his head, do some serious thinking. His future could be speeding up, and he sure as hell planned on being ready for it. p543
[comment: I'm not sure that time can be "sped up" but sometimes it sure feels that way. A great journal prompt for me]

Journal Entry 5 by tania-in-nc from Mooresville, North Carolina USA on Sunday, May 20, 2007
As we're moving back over the ocean to New Zealand I am finally releasing some books. I am sending this to some fellow pre-school teachers.

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