I really enjoyed this book!!! I was pleasantly surprised as I have not often read such a well written book from the perspective of a woman, written by a male author. Chris did a great job with this book and I would look forward to reading any other books he writes in the future!
A young actor, Harper Grey is given a chance to act again. Everything has not gone right recently and maybe things are looking up! Sure, it is a chance in a million anyone will even see her on stage, but just in case……she is ready. When she arrives and finds there is conflict and even hatred towards her, she turns to God to help her through it, and visits a little church in the area and learns some valuable lessons. Also, as a side story, her friend convinces her to try internet dating…..with some surprising results for both of them!!
Altogether this was a really fun book, with quirky characters and a refreshing storyline. I heartily enjoyed reading this book! – Martha
It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old…or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!
You never know when I might play a wild card on you!
and the book:
David C. Cook; New edition (January 1, 2010)
***Special thanks to Audra Jennings of The B&B Media Group for sending me a review copy.***
Chris Coppernoll has authored six books including A Beautiful Fall and Providence. A national speaker to singles, Chris is also the founder of Soul2Soul, a syndicated radio program airing on 800 outlets in 20 countries. Chris holds a Masters degree from Rockbridge Seminary and resides outside Nashville, Tennessee.
Visit the author’s website.
List Price: $14.99
Paperback: 352 pages
Publisher: David C. Cook; New edition (January 1, 2010)
AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:
All of Chicago wanted to flee the blizzard theyd awakened to. Sometime after midnight the sky exploded with snowflakes. Icy white parachutists fell from their celestial perch as innocently as doves. The years last snowstorm tucked the city in with a white blanket knitted through the long winters night.
When I reached the American Airlines check-in, I hoisted one of my two black canvas bags onto the scale for the ticket agent.
Harper Gray? she asked, confirming my reservation.
She returned my drivers license, dropping her gaze to the workstation and tapping my information into the system. At the kiosk next to me, a large Texan with a silver rodeo buckle typed on his iPhone with his thumbs, mumbling something about checking the weather in Dallas.
Computers, I thought. What dont we use them for?
It was obvious how many of my fellow travelers were heading somewhere for the New Years Eve festivities. I couldnt help but eavesdrop on a cluster of merry college students reveling in their Christmas
break. They joked and chattered, mentioning Times Square, unbothered by long lines or the imminent threat of weather delays. At thirty, almost thirty-one, I could no longer relate to their carefree lifestyle. Too much water under the bridge, most of it dark and all of it numbing.
Here you are, the ticket agent said, handing me a boarding pass still warm from the printer. I fumbled with my things, stuffing my photo ID into my wallet as a mother and her young son squeezed in next to me. The crowd current swept me away from the ticket counter, denying me a chance to ask the agent the one question I most wanted answered.
Is anyone flying out of here this morning?
I rolled my carry-on through the main concourse. Id used the small black Samsonite for so many trips, I thought the airlines should paste labels on it like an old vaudevillians steamer trunk. A row of display monitors hung from a galvanized pipe, cobalt blue icicles glowing all the brighter in the dark and windowless hallway. I joined a beleaguered crowd of gawkers studying the departure screens. Their collective moans of frustration confirmed what I already knew. My flightindeed, all flights out of OHarewas:
I pinched my eyes shut. This was not what I needed. Not today, not today of all days. I absolutely had to be in New York by 1:30 p.m. Did my life depend upon it? Yes, as a matter of fact, it did.
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