A Farewell to Arms is the definitive war novel. It is hard to cover because we don't fight wars like that anymore. But the love story is the real heart of the piece. And that's what I centered on here. For you closet existentialists out there. If you stayed awake during American Lit you will notice that the Hemingway story stops at the Epilogue... I am a hopeless romantic and I can't write an ending as dark as his. So I had to give it a happy ending... Kind-of... Sort of... Enjoy
A prifysgol Story This is the fifth and final part of my story about life at University in Cardiff in the early 1970's. At the start of my second year, I was sharing a flat with three girls. And then it started getting complicated. Very complicated, actually.
A Tale from the Town of Torrington
Alex Palmer's life fell apart nine months ago when his wife suddenly took their twin daughters and filed for divorce. 15 years of marriage is suddenly out the window and today is the final divorce hearing. With divorce looming, can his friends save him? / (Reviews)
Jake’s weekend at his best friend Nate’s house takes a sultry turn when Nate’s captivating mother, Val, steps into the frame. With her teasing smiles and lingering touches, Val blurs the line between playful and provocative. As Nate leaves for the weekend, Jake finds himself alone with her magnetic charm, caught in a dance of subtle seduction that leaves him questioning what’s real. A sunlit pool, a shared blanket, a whispered goodnight, every moment pulses with forbidden tension.
The further adventures of the Still Waters gang. Anne, Mary, their friends, lovers and spouses continue to break new ground in college, fashion, art and Western Pleasure riding. Lots going on, not a lot of on-stage, explicit sex. You'll want to read Book I first.
Years after they met in junior high school, he remembers their brief moments together, her promise to date him when she turned 14, and the tragedy that kept her from keeping her promise.
Readers with siblings will know about the title. I hated it, as a child who liked to look after my toys, when Mother ordered me to share my toys with my brothers or house guests. They would break them or lose attachments or fold over the corners of your comics or books. Tim Smith was like that. He started out poor and had to share growing up but as an adult he refused to share. Oh he was generous to a fault and he'd give you the shirt off his back, but share what was precious to him? No, never!
Hurricanes have a way of blowing away the old, leaving one to rebuild something new. Two evacuees are placed together by circumstance and something starts happening.