Book Fun Friday Welcomes Back Jennifer Eaton
With a Christmas Love Story!
Corporate Team Leader by day, and Ranting Writer by night. Jennifer M. Eaton calls the East Coast of the USA home, where she lives with her husband, three energetic boys, and a pepped up poodle.
Jennifer’s perfect day includes long hikes in the woods, bicycling, swimming, snorkeling, and snuggling up by the fire with a great book; but her greatest joy is using her over-active imagination constructively… creating new worlds for everyone to enjoy.
Today Book Feature: Paper Wishes
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Log
Line Be careful what you wish
for.
Book
Tag Line : Jill has no idea what she wants for Christmas, but
when it looks like her best friend Jack is going to get exactly what he asks
for, Jill makes a Christmas wish that will change both of their lives forever.
Book Excerpt:
I scrolled the words Dear Santa
across the page. For crying out loud, how
stupid is this?
“Come on, Mom,” Nicole said,
placing a long fold in her letter. “It’s not that hard.”
I dropped my pen on the table.
“It’s hard if you’re a grown-up.”
“Just write down what you
want.” She bent and tucked the folds together, molding her letter into a
perfect origami star.
“But I don’t want anything.”
Nicole held up her creation,
scratching a freckled cheek. “Everyone wants something.” She fastened a
paperclip to her star and hung it on the Christmas tree. The matte paper stood
out from the bright glass ornaments.
I ran my fingers across my bare
neckline. I’d love to have back the ornate silver and gold necklace that Nicole
broke a few months ago, but I couldn’t write that. It would hurt her feelings.
“I’m too old to be writing to
Santa,” I announced.
“Then write to God. He listens
too.”
I narrowed my eyes. Stinker. “Okay…” I placed my pen on the
sheet and crossed out Dear Santa. “Okay. Dear God.” I sighed. “It’s not
helping. I still don’t know what to ask for.”
I threw my long, dark ponytail
over my shoulder and tapped my pen across the sheet, leaving a wavy line of
dots marring the clean, white-lined paper.
Nicole shook her head, jostling
her auburn locks. “Come on, Mom. Just write something. It’s God. He already
knows what you want.”
“Then can He tell me?” The
rumble of the school bus granted me a temporary respite. “Grab your lunch.”
“Got it.” She tossed the brown
bag into her backpack and grabbed her jacket off the back of the chair. “See
you later, Mom.” The screen door slammed behind her, rattling the knickknacks
on the shelf beside the door. The frigid December air swirled through the
kitchen, pushing the paper across the table.
I tossed my pen to the side and
poured myself another cup of coffee. Liquid heaven rolled down my throat. Well,
day-old reheated liquid heaven. I tossed the rest down the sink. Coffee Stop drive-through here I come. I
popped the last bit of toast into my mouth and grabbed my car keys.
The nearly empty sheet of paper
shifted across the tabletop as I passed by. The words Dear God taunted me.
Writing the letter didn’t seem
like a game anymore.
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