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This novel has received a 5 out of 5 Star * * * * * review from Midwest Book Review. It Writes:
"Jimmy and Carol are stuck in a conflict of love and respect, and have no idea which will win out.....a fine addition to any romance shelf and for anyone who wants a controversial love story." (See tab for full review-.)
Set in 1958, back in that era when Buddy Holly and the Big Bopper were still alive, innocence, love, and adultery clash in a small conservative Maryland town. During an innocent ride home, a teenager, Jimmy Trenton, begins a journey, a close tender relationship with his best friend's young attractive stepmother. This is Jimmy's struggle, laced with elements of tenderness, sadness, style, drama and humor--and his to end.
Carol had beautiful green eyes, smelled wonderfully, dressed elegantly and wore a gold chain around her neck that disappeared oh so mysteriously into her blouse. But she belonged in another world where Jimmy was only a visitor. Join them. Take a ride with them in the '57 Ford and take flight up to Blue Mountain Road.
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It was 1958 in a small conservative town
By Frank V. Arcilesi
An American Story of the 1950's
Excerpt
“Perhaps,” she said as she reached over and put her hands over his hands. “Thanks for sitting with us, Father. It’s been good seeing you again.” She turned to me, getting up slowly. “Let’s go, Jimmy,” she whispered. As she walked passed the priest she brushed him slightly, then turned to face him. “Forgive me, Father.”
They looked at each other for several moments. “Find peace, Carol. I’ll pray for you.”
“Thanks, Father. I hope I do,” she said softly.
I walked passed him as he nodded at me, and I in turn nodded back.
Carol turned toward the alter and genuflected as she left the pew. I let her precede me feeling that she needed to be by herself for a little while. When she reached the entrance area, she reached into the font, faced the alter, and crossed herself with holy water again before exiting. I could feel the priest’s eyes following us but it was not a feeling that made me uneasy. There was nothing in this place that made me feel uneasy.
When I reached the door I could see Carol slowly making her way down the many steps taking her away from the church. For a brief instance I thought I was watching a bride who had just gotten married, exit the church, but there was no groom next to her, only me trailing behind.
At the midway point of her descent she stopped and turned back toward me, waiting for me to catch up, then took my hand again. We went down the steps and walked toward the Fairlane where she let go of my hand again.......... Click to read full excerpt
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