How is it Christmas Eve Eve?! LOL. I usually devour Christmas books from November through Christmas, but I have only completed one this year. I am still trying to adapt to my husband’s 3-day work week. We head up to our home in the mountains a lot or visit his mom in another state. Not sure why my road-tripping doesn’t translate into more reading time, but it doesn’t. I need to make some adjustments because I am missing my books. This weekend finds us traveling again, this time meandering a bit. We will be listening to an audiobook, and I will take A Quilt for Christmas by Melody Carlson along. Carlson is a favorite, and I am determined to get it read before the stroke of midnight on December 25. What about you? Are you reading this weekend?
Here’s the first line:
Vera Swanson used to love Christmas.
Christmas should be celebrated with family. But for Vera Swanson, that’s not an option this year. Widowed and recently relocated, she is lonely in her condo-for-one–until little Fiona Albright knocks on her door needing help. With her mother seriously ill and her father out of town, Fiona enlists Vera’s help, and when she finds out her new neighbor is a quilter, she has a special request–a Christmas quilt for Mama.
Vera will have to get a ragtag group of women together in order to fulfill the request. Between free-spirited artist Tasha, chatty empty nester Beverly, retired therapist Eleanor, and herself, Vera has hopes that Christmas for the Albright family will be merry, after all–and she may find herself a new family of friends along the way.
Bestselling and award-winning author Melody Carlson invites you to cuddle up this holiday season with this cozy story of giving, forgiving, and a little bit of romance.
My first line comes from the WWI book by Kate Breslin: In Love’s Time
Whitehall, London 1918
Would the human destruction never end?
Safe travels! Yes, I am reading this weekend (and hopefully catching up on a few reviews before Sunday!). My kids are practically grown, so I will probably have reading time on Christmas day too, LOL. Merry Christmas!!
I enjoyed this one! I’m reading Gift of the Heart by Karen Witemeyer. The first line is: “October 1890, Hope Springs Texas ~ Ruth Fulbright held her sleeping seven-year-old daughter snugly on her lap in the middle of the stagecoach seat while the passengers who considered themselves her betters exited the conveyance.” Happy Holidays!