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ॆ i like reading Lies and Other Acts of Love because ॠ Kindle Ebook Author Kristy Woodson Harvey প ॆ i like reading Lies and Other Acts of Love because ॠ Kindle Ebook Author Kristy Woodson Harvey প Annabelle Storm ChasersMy grandmother, Lovey, says that there are two types of people in the world the kind who flee to the shelters at the first threat of a hurricane, and the kind who wait it out, hovering over their possessions as if their fragile lives offer any protection against a natural mother that can take them out of the world as quickly as she brought them into it.I come from a long line of the hovering kind.As I sit across from my grandmother in her stately living room, the dimmed bulbs of the chandeliers reflecting off the scotch that I most certainly will not drink, I laugh as she says, Well, why wouldnt I go to the beach Ive ridden out every other hurricane of the last half century there Havent blown away yet.Her accent, Southern, proper, moneyed and with that particular Eastern North Carolina flair, is one that you rarely hear any And I would listen to it forever It is the voice in my head, imparting her wisdom, and I know it will remain so for the rest of my life.She pushes the stylish bangs of her silver hair, cut increasingly shorter as the years have gone, and I cant help but see that glimmer in her eye, the one of her mother, a grand lady whom I met only a handful of times but whose presence is stamped in my memory like the check endorser at my daddys office It is the same glimmer of my grandmothers sister, my great aunt, one of those sturdy forces that, during the Second World War, moved with her war correspondent husband While the bombs rained down on London every night, she refused to flee or even gather her children into the bomb shelters under the street Instead, she bathed her small sons, scrubbed their dinner plates, laid her damp dischcloth over the sink and steeled her jaw against the Germans attempting to take her right to parent as usual She sealed her fate by signing every letter to my great grandmother, Ill write you in the morning.My own mom, nearly a foot taller yet lacking those long, thin, graceful features of my grandmothers, chimes in, Mother, that is absolutely ridiculous You will stay right here Theres nothing you can do if a storm comes, and Im not going to sit around here wringing my hands that youre floating down the street in the rushing floodwaters.I smile into my buttery scotch, as my mother has never been one to flee from the storm At least once a day the city manager she handpicked to advise her on all political dealings will say, Mayor, I suggest you refuse to comment on that matter.But she, like the women before her, is incapable of turning the other way, of snuggling warmly in the cellar until the tornado passes.Have you forgotten whos the mother and whos the child here Lovey asks.It is then that I begin to wonder Am I a storm chaser too Would I walk to the market in spite of the shrapnel Now I know Sometimes its best not to ask the questions if youd rather not learn the answers.Lovey The LightMy momma always told me that honesty was the most important thing in life But Ive never understood why people are so hell bent on honesty Its not the truth that sets you free The truth is the thing that destroys lives, that shatters the mirror The truth is selfish and shameful, and better kept to oneself In fact, Im quite sure that the only things that paper clip any of our lives together are the white lies They are the defibrillators that bring us back when we were on the brink of succumbing to the light.As I lie in my four poster mahogany bed with the giant canopy, the one I made love to my husband in for decades, I raise myself onto my elbows and study his features across the room as the moonbeams stream through the crack in the curtains, pouring into the open, snoring mouth, revealing the secret that the teeth seen in the daylight are only another ruse, that time has taken yet another one of my husbands rights the confinement to the hospital bed is not the only indignity.He startles awake and, as so often happens in the middle of the night, turns his head from side to side, almost frantically, searching for me, the one who has been beside him since he was scarcely than a boy It is a clear reminder that, though I have always perceived myself as completely dependent on him, the leaning goes both ways Lovey, he says, in his almost devastatingly lucid middle of the night voice.Yes, my darling.Can I get you anything I smile the heartbreaking smile of a master who knows she should put the dog down, allow it some peace But the bile soars at the thought of him being gone from me, and I steel myself once again Not a thing, sweetheart Are you all right As long as youre here, Im perfect.As he settles back down to sleep, to the snoring that is my morning rainfall, I remember the last time he whispered that in my ear, only days before the stroke, as we danced slow and close in the kitchen after a nightcap on the patio.Short term memories, I remind myself, not letting my mind wander back to those early years together, to the days we met, to the nights I knew Id found my true love Living in the past, Ive always thought, is a sign of dementia Slipping into those old memories, dwelling on the what was instead of the what could be means that its almost over And so I will myself to stay in the here and now, though it becomes harder and harder.Tomorrow, I remind myself, we have an appointment with that new neurologist Hell have some answers Hell have a cure.And as I relax back into a pile of down pillows, the thought, though I have willed it not to, crosses my mind The lies that matter most are the ones we tell ourselves.Annabelle FanfareMy Lovey is the one who gave me my name Annabelle When she gave birth to my oldest aunt, the first of five daughters, she received Tasha Tudors A is for Annabelle as a gift She had dreams of petticoats and pantaloons and parasols and all of those other prissy ps that a woman dreams she might lose herself in when she is expecting her first child, those fantasies that can only ensue before one has experienced the realities of spit up and cloth diapers and sleep deprivation of levels that boggle the mind It became apparent five daughters later that the Annabelle in the story really was nothing than a beautiful china doll, a representation of something that didnt exist in her hair pulling, clothes stealing, fighting over the bathroom home.But when I was born, all of that was going to change, thought my grandmother I was a bit of a miracle baby, the result of a lot of prayer and some rather primitive, cost prohibitive fertility treatments So, this time, Lovey had those Tasha Tudor dreams all over again with a granddaughter that could be free from the burden of sibling rivalry Lovey dressing me in the finest, most impractical fashion and saying, A is for Annabelle, Grandmothers doll, is my earliest childhood memory.I was telling my husband Ben all of this, lying beside him in our bed at Lovey and D daddys beach house.Instead of responding, he turned his head, smiled and said, We have to get a boat.It was the same thing Ben had said to me every single morning of the beach trip, as we woke, the sun bathing wood paneled walls, its shadow stretching and spreading like a dog after a nap I turned over and kissed the rippled chest of myunbelievablyhusband.He was so good looking, so romantic, so unnaturally calm that I couldnt be ruffled by his only flaw, which is a flaw pretty much anyone would possess A week with my extended family in my grandparents oceanfront Atlantic Beach, North Carolina, home is too much for the man to take Since Lovey, headstrong as ever, had insisted on veering into the storm, we decided we would all go Mom, Dad, Lovey, D daddy, Ben, and Moms four sisters We had visions of giggling over Pictionary in the candlelight But, as so often happens, the storm passed right over with little fanfare, and we were left with a gloriously beautiful week of lounging.I kissed Ben and said, Take that gig you were offered in Raleigh Nothing is keeping you here.He smiled, revealing the dimples that lured me to him in the first place Not true You are keeping me here Im afraid if I leave you hanging around the Shoals Club in that bikini one of the frat boy bartenders will pick you up He raised his eyebrows and pulled me in for a kiss that meant he had than just kissing on his mind.So, TL, Ben said, using the true love initials that he had given to me the night we met Where do we stand on that boat I swept my hair into a ponytail, my feet thudding on the hardwood floor, gritty with sand I laughed, gave my husband a quick kiss and said, Get a little rest You deserve it.I trotted down the bare hardwood steps I had been coming to this house for so long that, in my mind, I could already see D daddy sitting in his chair at the head of the table, buttering his toast It must have been from the early morning that my brain was foggy because, when I got to the landing, where I could see the dining table below, his wheelchair pulled to the end, a uniformed nurse feeding him his cereal and wiping the milk drips with a bib, my breath caught in my throat.Somehow, in the relaxation of vacation, I had forgotten about the reality of the present.Hi, Annie, my aunt Louise practically sang She was sipping hot tea, sitting in a cane back dining chair, her feet propped on a ladder back one The mismatched seats, collected from antique auctions over the decades, were one of my favorite things about the house Louises tan skin looked even darker against the raw wood paneling of the wall behind her She was already in her bikini with a crocheted cover up over top and, even from a distance, you could tell her body was perfectly sculpted underneath Its just because I never had babies, Louise would say, brushing aside the fact that, at fifty three, she could still pull off the look better than most teenagers She was a yoga instructor through and through, from her body to her soothing voice to her calm demeanor It was amazing how different five sisters could be.Wheres your suit she asked, glancing me up and down in my flannel pajamas with the multicolored polka dots It was not my normal nighttime attire but perfect for the beach In direct contrast to most older people, Lovey cranked the AC to sixty five and nearly froze us all to death.I just wanted to run down and see what everyone was up to before I changed.Lovey strolled in, mug in hand, looking so much like she had since I was a child that I forgot she was in her late eighties, not the same sixty year old woman she had been when I started coming here I descended those final two stairs and leaned down to kiss Lovey on the cheek Telescoping out from underneath her bathing suit cover up were the legs that she said self tanner made young again I silently wished for her genes, free from the puckered, rippled skin of old age, as she said, Get dressed, darling Were going to the club If we dont get there early, well never get an umbrella on the beach.I kissed D daddy on the cheek, the skin that was once taut on his robust, healthy frame now sagging and tired I ignored the glassy look in his eyes, the thought that maybe he didnt know who I was Thanks so much for having us, D daddy, I said brightly Were having the best time Youre welcome, he said, nodding, still not making eye contact with me.Forty minutes later, Ben in tow, we had managed to get the entire crew out to the beach Ben was laughing as Lovey said, Sally, he may be a millionaire now, but Im still glad you didnt marry him I never trusted that boy.My aunt Sally, her blond hair held back with bobby pins, raised the eyebrows above her bright blue eyes at me and said, Momma, I am certainly glad Doug isnt here to hear you say that.Why shouldnt I Lovey asked, her voice getting high and indignant, showing that spark that was my favorite thing about her I would think your husband would be happy to know that Im glad you married him instead of Kyle Jenkins.Hey, I said Why isnt Doug here Sally was the breadwinner of her family and Doug hadnt worked in decades, so I knew his job wasnt the reason he couldnt come down for the week.Oh, she said Well, he just had some things to get done It was kind of last minute after all.Ohhhh, Mom chimed in Didnt want to be here with all of us What Dad asked, feigning confusion I cant imagine why this wouldnt be Dougs dream vacation.I smiled at my dad, even though he couldnt see me with his shirt over his face, his olive skin already darker from a couple of hours in the sun He was holding my moms hand, and they were as relaxed as I had seen them in months Mom usually had a phone and an iPad attached to her, ready to attend to municipal business at a moments notice From pampered housewife to full time city runner must have been a serious leap But, as anyone who knew her could plainly see, this role was made for her.Ben patted my hand, and I smiled at him, almost dozing underneath the huge umbrella that now ensconced most of my family.Where is that cute waiter Lovey said, looking around for anyone in khaki shorts and a white polo with the clubs red insignia.You dont need one of them, Lovey, Ben said Youve got me now He winked at her, squeezed my knee and said, Anyone want anything I swung my legs over the side of the blue lounge chair and said, Ill come with you.Waters all around, Lovey said Forty six minutes until its time for a little noon cocktail.Ben and I held hands walking up the sand and then leaned against the weathered teak outdoor bar He said, looking around, Doesnt this place sort of remind you of Dirty Dancing I shrugged The morning tennis, afternoon swims and late night band parties did seem a little like a throwback, something that surely didnt exist in reality any But here it was, parents moving their kids to the beach for the summer for surf lessons and sea turtle camp, forging friendships that would last a lifetime Maybe it was because it was how I grew up, but it all seemed a little enchanted to me Down here, even as a kid, there was a sense of freedom and safety that was so hard to find in a world that seemed to be becoming scarier and less predictable by the minute.Nobody puts Baby in a corner, I said, smiling.I just cant imagine staying in a place like this all summer, Ben said Seems like kind of a snobby, unrealistic way to raise your children.I felt my forehead wrinkle I had always figured that I would spend my summers at the beach like my family had, raise my children on this same strip of sand that had raised me I guess it isnt the real world, but I think its amazing to get to have this time thats so carefree.Before I could elaborate, I felt a finger on my shoulder I turned my head and hoped that my gasp wasnt audible.I hadnt laid eyes on Holden Culpepper since the night I stormed out of his car than a year earlier In that instant, our entire past flashed before me, like the building was collapsing and I knew I was trapped That completely forgettable face, with the mousy brown hair that was thick but somehow fell short of luscious or beautiful, was peering at me It was like looking at a man come back from the dead I couldnt remember the last time Id even thought about him.Oddly, the first thing he said to me, before we could even exchange hellos, was Do you remember the night we met I backed up nearly imperceptibly, afraid of where the conversation was going But I remembered anyway I was a freshman and he was a senior when I spotted Holden alone in the corner of a crowded fraternity house, music blaring, strobes flashing and smoke of every imaginable kind mingling through the orgy of dancers.Thats Holden Culpepper, my big sister in the sorority had whispered, stumbling on grass stained, five inch heels She was one of those girls that bleached her hair so the dark roots always showed through, the kind of girl that you knew would still be smoking a pack a day, stumbling drunk down the sidewalk at forty, while ruminatingloudlythat she hadnt found a husband up to her impossible standards.You know, his dads the Culpepper Fund Then she leaned in closer and, with her thick breath, said, Apparently Holdens worth five million dollars alreadyand hes only twenty one.Casey would have been going after Holden herself, but she was already taken She was dating her fraternity president cocaine dealer, Jack, who was tall, dark, handsome and one hell of a dancer I like a self made man, she used to say I could always picture Jacks face on the front page of a newspaper, when he was all grown up, a captain of enterprise with a magazine spread family, being dragged away to white collar prison by his perky bow tie.Holden, on the other hand, was precisely the kind of man a mother dreams her daughter will marry Type A, straitlaced and possessing the kind of trust fund that generally only appears in Town Country And he had been what I wanted When I had been that superficial college girl, enad of money and appearances, Holden was exactly the kind of catch I was looking to hook.Coming out of my memory and back into the present, I squinted at Holden, realizing his question was still hanging there, the last summer item on the sale rack Sure I shrugged.Well, you were right, he said.Right about what White lighters.I smiled in spite of myself I had walked to Holden that night and leaned beside him on a nonfunctioning radiator I crossed my arms, looked down at his hands and sparked my lighter to the end of the cigarette hanging between his lips He smiled out of one corner of his mouth and said, Isnt that supposed to go the other way around I had shrugged and leaned in close enough that my bare shoulder brushed his blue and white checked one He was wearing my favorite combination neat khaki shorts with an oxford, Gucci loafers and a monogrammed belt buckle.I guess it should, I said But I looked over and saw what you were about to do, and I didnt want you to be cursed.He looked confused, which made me notice a small scar over his eyebrow that lent his face something distinct White lighters, I said Dont you know theyre bad luck I had thought I was completely in control of that conversation until the moment he stunned me, saying, White lighter or no, seems like this night has been pretty lucky for me.So why, I asked Holden, snapping back into the clear sunshine of the present, was that white lighter bad luck for you I didnt catch a single fish today He smiled nervously.I couldnt decide if I was pleased or confused by this conversation I would have imagined that Holden hated me, that he wished wed never even met But here he was, pleasant and joking, remembering with a smile what had transpired between us.Thanks for gettingwell, you knowback to my mom.I nodded Right, I stammered Well, it wasnt right to keep the ring.The ringthe five carat art deco family heirloomwas what Holden gave me, down on one knee at Jost Van Dyke, in the midst of one of the most famous New Years parties in the world The glow of the lights from hundreds of boats crammed into the tiny harbor was almost as intoxicating as the rum punch or Kenny Chesneys sweet voice on stagean impromptu surprise from the star who was just a partygoer like everyone else that night.It was a glorious beginning to what turned out to be a tepid engagement Squinting at Bens back as he ordered, I realized that Holden was talking again, and, already, I wasnt listening to what he was saying.It was such a reminder of life with Holden after he had graduated from MBA school and the party was officially over Every sentence out of his mouth started and ended with something about work or the market or a pain in the ass client I hadnt seen him in than a year, and it seemed like pretty much nothing had changed When he started ditching our plans and all of our friends because he was working almost every weekend, that was the last straw I had begun to feel as though the dress had appeared much glamorous on the runway than in real life Or maybe it just didnt look as good on me as it did on the model.That last night, heading down a Charlotte, North Carolina, highway on our way to his parents for dinner, I had spent my day at inane cake tastings, dress fittings, florist appointments and, in short, had had just about enough As he blabbed on and on and on about mutual fund performance, I said, Your cruise control isnt working.Of course its working, he said Its a brand new Range Rover, for Gods sake You just hit this button He leaned over me to instruct.I know how to do it, I snapped Ive driven your car a hundred times.Well then hit the brake and try again.I hit the brake, accelerated, and punched the button The cruise control snapped into place, and, just as quickly as it had set, went loose again I glared at Holden to show him my annoyance.You must have hit the brake, Holden said.I dont know what it was about that exact moment that made me completely lose control But the real issues in a couples relationship are rarely the ones they fight about Its the insignificant arguments masking the problems, piling on top of each other, gathering like raindrops that, combined together, finally cause the dam to burst I zoomed toward the exit, flipped around on the overpass, and, before he even knew what was happening, was back at my house, slamming the door behind me Holden rolled the window down Annabelle, what in the hell is the matter with you I spun around and hissed back at him, I didnt hit the damn brake.That was pretty much the last thing I had said to Holden Until now Well Im glad to hear that work is going well, I said.Ben turned around about that time, his hands full of six drinks Hey, babe, he said, furrowing his brow in concentration, trying to juggle all those plastic cups, completely unaware that he was about to come face to face with my ex fianc for the first time.Holden, I said, this is Ben.Ben gestured toward the cups I would shake your hand butBefore he could finish the sentence, Holden took a swing right at Bens face As Ben lost his balance, all six of those drinks went straight up in the air, raining down on the patrons of the crowded bar I heard the general unhappy rumble as I felt my eyes widening and my hand come to my mouth I glanced over my shoulder, surveying the damage, and saw Lovey laughing like she was reconnecting with old friends I wanted to be horrified and indignant, but, when I saw Lovey laughing, that incredible, joyous laugh that takes over her entire body, I started too.Ben shrugged his shouldershe wasnt the kind of person to get ruffled easilyand said, Dude You could at least have the decency to fall down, Holden shouted, drawing every eye in the place toward him.I wanted to walk the twenty feet to the edge of the sparkling pool, dive in, and stay underwater until everyone had gone home for the night and had enough to drink that they had forgotten about this scene.Im sorry Ben asked Did I do something to you Do I know you You stole my wife, you prick.Holden was quieter now, but still seething with anger like Id never seen him That was what I had been looking for when we were together A little emotion I wanted someone to get worked up over meat least as much as he got worked up over the prime rate.I think you must be confused, Ben said Im married to Annabelle.Holden looked at me incredulously Yeah Im aware of that, he said And Im supposed to be married to Annabelle Im sure Holden was wondering how our relationship could have meant so little to me that my husband didnt even recognize his name Truth be told, I was wondering the same thing.I glanced at Lovey out of the corner of my eye, now recounting the story to Mom, Lauren, Sally, Martha and Louise They all started laughing, and, though I didnt want to, I joined them I saw Holden walk to my grandmother and kiss her on the cheek Sorry, Lovey, I barely heard him mumble under his breath.Its all right, darling, she replied Shes worth fighting for.It is not all right, my mother said through gritted teeth I knew she would be mortified over the public humiliation At least we were out of town, where the effect on her latest polls would be minimal.Boys will be boys, Lovey said.Im so sorry, I said to Ben as Holden walked away I put my hand up tenderly to his red cheek.The bartender handed Ben a cup of ice, and he held it to his swollen eye I was holding my breath, waiting for Ben to say something, knowing he must be angry But then I started laughing all over again This would never have happened, Ben said, smiling as best he could with his frozen cheek, if you had let me get a boat.I rolled my eyes and felt myself exhale He wasnt mad Lovey walked over and said, Well, Ben, I guess you and Dan have in common than we could have imagined.Hows that he asked.You are both willing to fight for the woman you love She winked at him.He smiled and said, I was trying to keep it together so I didnt embarrass you But if Id known thats how you felt about it, I would have given him a fight that hed never forget.I leaned into Bens side and said, Theres nothing to fight about Youve already won.I looked at Lovey, expecting her to say something But she had that faraway look in her eye, the one that was becoming increasingly familiar I understood her reasonsno matter how silly they might have seemed to othersfor not wanting to dwell on the past But, even still, though she might not have talked about her memories, I could tell that now, and , Lovey was with us in body But her mind was wandering to a happier time, with D daddy, when life was simpler and the world was a little less of a fight.Praise for Lies and Other Acts of Love Lies and Other Acts of Love establishes Harvey as a major new voice in southern fiction This book stirred mighty emotions in me, yet left me with a sense of peace A truly delightful read.Elin Hilderbrand, New York Times bestselling author of The RumorA richly detailed, intergenerational tale of love, loss and loyalty Harvey pulls the reader into the hearts and souls of her characters.Heather Gudenkauf, New York Times bestselling author of The Weight of SilenceHarvey crafted a story so perfectly detailed that we could imagine ourselves on a wrap around porch in the south with a tall glass of sweet tea.Liz Fenton and Lisa Steinke, authors of Your Perfect Life and The Status of All ThingsThe title fits this novel perfectly as readers learn the lengths people will go to protecttheir families The author drawsparallels between the two characters, which aids in reminding readers that women of all ages go through the same kinds of problems Readers will be able to visualize whats written, making this an engaging and entertaining page turner Romantic Times Harvey s second novel is full of abandon, caution, love and hurt, buoyed by two spirited women who learn how to take control and when to give it up The Salisbury Post Winsome and wise, LIES AND OTHER ACTS OF LOVE shows us that true, strong marriages are forged as much out of pain as passion Kristy Woodson Harvey treats both Annabelle, the young, naive heroine, and Lovey, the formidable matriarch, with skillful tenderness Fans of Southern fiction, especially book clubs, will flock to this engaging, heartfelt story Sonja Yoerg, author of House Broken and Middle of Somewhere Harvey brings small town North Carolina alive with spot on details and interesting characters the gradual revelations of lies and other acts of love in one North Carolina family offer insights into the complexities of life and love The Greensboro News Record A touching look into the lifetimes of love, heartbreak, and resilience of a grandmother and her granddaughter, Lies and Other Acts of Loveoffers insight into the complexities of bonds of family, friends, and everything in between and the importance of what one does when those bonds are broken.Kristy Woodson Harvey s second book is a feel good must read that is sure to remind you of the cherished memories and relationships in your own life Deep South MagazinePraise for Dear Carolina Kristy Woodson Harvey weaves a story around characters with rich, complicated lives we all identify with Harveys story walks through the life of an ever changing family and beautifully shows how a family comes to be Not only by blood, but also by choice.Jodi Thomas, New York Times bestselling author of Betting the Rainbow Dear Carolina is Southern fiction at its best It shows us that love is not without sacrifice, and theres little in life that doesnt go down easier with a spoonful of jam Beautifully written Eileen Goudge, New York Times bestselling author of The Replacement Wife Dear Carolina is like the Southern women within its pages and those who will love this book, sweet as sweet tea on the outside and strong as steel on the inside Kristy Woodson Harvey is a natural.Ann Garvin, author of On Maggies Watch and The Dog Year 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    • Lies and Other Acts of Love
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    • Format Kindle
    • 352 pages
    • Kristy Woodson Harvey
    • Anglais
    • 24 August 2016

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