Kindle Edition
Category:
Fantasy
Publisher: lulu.com
Pages: 260
Copyright: November, 2008
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
When Maggie Bishop makes a wish to go back and change some of her life's decisions, she wakes up in her past.
She learns that things happen for a reason and, trapped in the past, she quickly realizes that she has to return to her real time. Along the way, she learns a lot of things about her family and herself she didn't know. Watch Maggie grow into the woman she always wanted to be as she visits herself as a child, teen and younger woman; and tag along as she tries to get "home" to her real time. At times, she will make you laugh and at others, break your heart, but she will always make you think about your own life.
Excerpt
A ferocious wind from the east whipped a driving rain against my window. With eyes still closed, I grasped my pillow and wrapped it around my head. But even through the pillow’s thickness, I could hear torrents of rain hitting the window – an irregular drumbeat -- and the rumble of heavy thunder. Lightening flashed, illuminating the room, and its flickering reflection crept around my soft protective barrier. I always hated thunderstorms.
As I cowered beneath my pillow, I thought about my dog, Roger. Did I let him in last night? Poor thing. I often forgot about him. It’s a wonder he didn’t bite me in the ass for all the times I left him outside. Roger is a very large German Shepard with a dark brown coat and huge paws. He has the gentlest black eyes that appear to understand when I whine to him about how the world isn’t treating me right. Those eyes reminded me of my nephew, who is but a year younger than me. Roger – nephew Roger, that is -- always responded the same way when I cried my heart out to him. So, I named my dog after him. But in spite of how wonderful and brave he is, I have to admit that more than once I found Roger – dog Roger -- in a corner of the back porch during a hellish rainstorm, tail tucked tightly between his legs and shivering like a poodle. Then again, that’s why Roger and I got along so well. We were both cowards.
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