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Good news 4/21/2008 10:10:53 AM
In finally finished my latest manuscript, Second Chances, and have two copies out to readers for opinion/editing. Since Second Chances is a sequel to Echoes I gave one copy to a friend who had read Echoes and the other to someone who hadn't. Both reported this morning. They LOVED the book and the one who didn't read the first book had no trouble with Second Chances standing on its own.
Here's a piece of the first chapter to see if it whets your whistle.
SECOND CHANCES
Chapter One
My daughter was born two days before my mother died. If I close my eyes I can easily return to those days although most of the time I try not to. Could it possibly be almost five years ago? But I know my count is correct. Those two happenings will always be joined in my heart—the loss and the gift—the hurt and the joy, tied together like a precious package.
My mother was a truly special person but I didn't realize that until it was almost too late. When we learned Mom was terminally ill it was a shock, a wake-up call, a stunning blow to our complacency. This couldn't be happening…not to us. Three to six months was what the doctors gave her. "That isn't enough time," we cried, our world falling apart. But Mom was the one with the strength. She had one goal to fulfill in what little time was left to her…to reunite our family. Not that there were any great rifts, just differences that made me and my brother and sister choose lives that were separate…diverse.
Michael, the family math brain became a stockbroker in New York; Debbie, head of her class when she graduated, went on to college and then joined a firm of architects in Chicago. As for me…well I was the one who always marched to a different drummer. School didn't mean much to me; sports were my big interest and after graduation there wasn't any team to belong to so I just took off. I guess I was looking for myself or at least somewhere where I thought I was meant to be. But in reality I flitted from place to place, job to job. My brother and sister and me…we just did our own thing.
I'm Patty Hoffmann, her youngest daughter and now I live in the house where I was born, Mom's house. It's just me, my dad and my little girl. And try as I might, there is never a time when I can completely shut out that time five years ago when Lili-Kay was born and Mom died.
