Saturday, October 24, 2020

Simply West of Heaven



When Monique isn’t writing, you can find her playing taxi driver to one or more of her 12 children, plotting her next novel, scrapbooking, or being the “Mamarazzi” at any number of child-oriented events. 

Even though she realizes there will never be enough hours in any given day, Monique tries very hard to enjoy the journey that is her life. She shares it with a terrific husband, her dozen children, twelve grand-darlings, too many cats, and many real and imaginary friends. She is the author of several books in three series and hopes to write many more.

  
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When her dad confiscates her deceased mom’s journals, 12-year-old Ginnie West counts on her BFF, Tillie, to help her get them back. But Tillie's not so sure the ghost of Ginnie's mom will make a good addition to their new family tree.

Then the girls' world gets flipped upside-down when a blast from the past shows up and makes Tillie go nutburgers. Life gets complicated when Ginnie is forced to choose between helping her best friend and getting the answers she’s always dreamed of.


What reviewers are saying about this book:
*Like Anne of "Anne of Green Gables," Ginnie is a character you can't help but love.

*I couldn't put these books down. I was not only entertained, but inspired.

*Bucheger does an amazing job of writing this story but without giving a cookie cutter answer to the problems Ginnie faces. 





SNIPPET

Mysti looked up from the jar she was shaking. Daddy 

smiled and shook his jar faster. A yellow-white blob 

bobbed in the sloshing liquid. Mysti peeked at her own jar. No 

blob. 

“Wanna trade for a little while?” Daddy asked. 

She nodded, exchanged jars, and then shook the new jar. 

The butter bobbed up and down quicker. 

“Uncle Jake, can we color the butter? I bet Mysti would like to see 

orange butter,” Tillie suggested. 

“Or maybe green, huh, Princess?” 

“Ick. Green butter?” Mysti shook her head. “I like yellow butter, 

but this isn’t super yellow, like at the store.” 

“We don’t add coloring like the stores do,” Daddy said. “Unless we 

add it for fun. The carotene from the grass the cows eat turns it 

yellow. Sometimes we like to play with it and turn it other colors.” 






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