Deck the Halls (Holiday Classics)
by Mary Higgins Clark | Mystery & Thrillers | This book has not been rated.
ISBN: 0743418131 Global Overview for this book
ISBN: 0743418131 Global Overview for this book
3 journalers for this copy...
Story of a kidnapping during the holidays. Written by Mary Higgins Clark and her daughter Carol Higgins Clark.
This one looks fun. Rec'd in a bag of books from Dunnkat.
This one is next after my current read -- The Pint-Sized Secret by Sheryl Woods, c. 2000.
From back cover:
Deck the Halls blends suspense with poignancy, laugh-out-loud humor, and all-around holiday cheer -- a Christmas classic for many seasons to come.
"A seamless collaboration ... a thriller that fits right into the Yuletide spirit." -- San Diego Union-Tribune
From back cover:
Deck the Halls blends suspense with poignancy, laugh-out-loud humor, and all-around holiday cheer -- a Christmas classic for many seasons to come.
"A seamless collaboration ... a thriller that fits right into the Yuletide spirit." -- San Diego Union-Tribune
Started this one last night. It's a goodie :)
I collect quotes as I read. These ones are fun, poetical, or even philosophical. Take what you like, and leave the rest. Note that these aren't necessarily the "best" in the book. These happen to be close to the spot where I stopped reading each night.
"Beverly, I feel like nine miles of torn-up road," Nora told her nurse as she looked into the mirror of her small compact and applied lipstick. p64
Regan could tell how nervous her mother was getting. "I wish you weren't alone," she said.
"I'll keep busy." Nora reached into the drawer of the bedside table and took out her rosary.
"A lap around the beads," Regan smiled.
"A marathon around the beads," Nora corrected her. p181
I collect quotes as I read. These ones are fun, poetical, or even philosophical. Take what you like, and leave the rest. Note that these aren't necessarily the "best" in the book. These happen to be close to the spot where I stopped reading each night.
"Beverly, I feel like nine miles of torn-up road," Nora told her nurse as she looked into the mirror of her small compact and applied lipstick. p64
Regan could tell how nervous her mother was getting. "I wish you weren't alone," she said.
"I'll keep busy." Nora reached into the drawer of the bedside table and took out her rosary.
"A lap around the beads," Regan smiled.
"A marathon around the beads," Nora corrected her. p181
Passing onto a friend up the street.
I just rec'd the book. Looking forward to reading. Thanks for passing it on to me.
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