Posts Tagged ‘The Right Side’

Sports With Meaning, But Not The Political Kind


September 26th, 2017 Posted 8:54 am

“Oh, I’m sticking with it,” LeAnne said. Any other possibility had never occurred to her.


“I love the pole vault,” LeAnne said.

“What do you love about it?”

LeAnne had never considered that question. What did she love about the pole vault? “The feel, I guess.”

“Tell me about that.”

This wasn’t easy.

“Take your time,” Gina said. No more bumping and crashing sounds came from inside the bus. Was Mr. Adelson eavesdropping?

“Well,” said LeAnne, “in English the other day we were learning about three-act plays. And I wondered if the pole vault was like that. First there’s the set-up – that’s the run. Then there’s the complication – getting all the moves down so the pole bends just right. And after that’s the resolution – when you let go and fly.” Gina was watching her closely. “Is … is that the kind of thing you mean?” LeAnne said. “Or something else?”




Schmaltz and Christianity Today


September 21st, 2017 Posted 8:42 am

An only in America combo. (And of course we like the review).


Random Amazon Review We Like


September 18th, 2017 Posted 8:33 am

5.0 out of 5.0 Stars – Wonderful Book – Sept. 18, 2017.

Amazon Customer on THE RIGHT SIDE:
Wonderful book. I have enjoyed Spencer Quinn’s detective novels (the Chet and Bernie series) so I was excited to see a new character developed for this book. Hopefully there will be more to come for LeAnne and Goody.

Getting in Shape


September 17th, 2017 Posted 7:22 am

The dog turned in the other direction and ran off, trailing the leash.

“Fine! Suit yourself!”

LeAnne put her head down and kept going. She was a good runner, in fact, had once run the Soldier Half Marathon at Fort Benning in one thirty-three. So what was happening now? The stitch got worse; she couldn’t catch her breath, had nothing in her legs; legs that all once gave up completely and stopped even trying. Stopped even trying? That was shameful. LeAnne dropped down on the ground and started doing pushups, just to show her legs what her arms could do. Give me twenty-five! Give me thirty! That one counts negative! More!

LeAnne did three pushups, the last one unacceptable by any standard.

She stayed where she was, lying face down on the dirt track. The rain was falling harder. Her T-shirt clung to her bony back. She was losing, no doubt about that. She was still losing the war in Afghanistan. Maybe some politician would happen along and save her.

Then came the warm, moist, nubbly feeling on her face. The dog was back on the scene, appearing silently from wherever she’d gone, and once again licking the bad side. This time LeAnne didn’t stop her.


TRS Harlan Coben quote


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