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An inside look at the adoption process!
In Chosen by Chandra Hoffman, Chloe is working with three very different sets of parents. One couple who have been childhood sweethearts since college despite twelve miscarriages and a dozen fertility problems are now finally expecting their own baby, praying that this one will carry to term. Another set of parents, are wealthy and can afford the expense that the adoption process carries with it, yet despite their ages, they are finally hoping that they can find a birth mother who will be willing to offer them a child. The final couple are the birth mother and her boyfriend who are having difficulty coming to an agreement over what they want to do. The boyfriend wants to make as much money as possible on the baby and the mother is considering keeping the child.
This is a very compelling look into the different sides of the adoption process from the case worker, to the birth mother to the adoptive parents. Each with a different set of motives, the reader is drawn into each couple's unique set of circumstances and is torn with their emotions over how difficult the entire adoption process can be.
I received this book compliments of TLC Book Tours for my honest review and really enjoyed this one. Like I stated before, for those who have never realized all the work that goes into a successful adoption, this gives you a fictional account of the ins and outs of the process through three different families. I rate this one a 4.5 out of 5 stars and it does contain some sexual content and profanity as a caution to some readers.
posted by Heart2Heart on November 21, 2011Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Chosen: Chapter Three
I started towards my class, my Water Board tucked under my arm. I'd never had many classes without Lynia, so this was going to be interesting. I made my way upstairs, stopping at the top and stepping to the side. "Need to find my locker..." I muttered, pulling my Pod back out and flicking it on. News updates about Taerria automatically appeared, as I'd set it to, but I ignored them for the moment, flicking to my personal data. Evangeline Rose Fairchild..... Age 16..... brown and red hair..... blue/grey eyes..... School Data.... Ah! Locker number. Locker 4185. I nodded, walking to the side of the hall where the lockers were located and scanning until I found my locker, thankfully only a few doors down the hallway. I looked the sleek grey object up and down once, my eyes settling on the sensor pad. Lockers these days were not like those of the old ages, but made with a sensor pad that responded only to the dominant handprint of a specified human being. Swiching my board to my right arm, I settled my left hand on the pad and waited for the familiar click that meant it had unlocked. When that sound came, I set my bag and board down. All school books were put into our locker before classes for the semester started, to avoid the confusion of having to pass them out. I pulled out my AP Biology book, putting it in my bag. Lifting my Water Board back up, I clicked the storage lock on it and folded the device in half, then in fourths, until it was the size a textbook. Setting it inside my locker, I pushed the door shut and picked up my sachel, slinging it back over my shoulder and heading for my class.
I managed to make it just before the bell rang, and the door started to swing shut. The doors were automated so that once class started, only a Class Pass, of which there were two for each classroom, one male and one female, or a Staff Pass, of which every staff member had one, could open the door. I looked around the sleek lab setting around me, mostly white. This year, it seemed, we would be put in pairs of two for work. I shrugged. Fine by me. Most of the students were on their pads, finding their seat, and I did the same as a notice popped up. Third row to the back. Partner: Keagon Williams.
I paled at the name. Keagon. He'd been absolutely rude to Lynia and I since before I could remember, and had broken Lynia's heart a few years ago when she'd taken a liking to him. I harbored no kind feelings for him. That's what best friends were supposed to do, right? Protect their friend from guys like Keagon. Sighing and resigning myself to cruel fate, I made my way over and sat down, setting my bag on the floor beside me, pulling my pad out. Mr. Nansmond was up front, working silently on something. So the class at the moment were all silently conversing through their pads. We knew the rules. No talking during class instruction unless given due allowance by your instructor. Still though, I jumped slightly when a message appeared on my pad. I wasn' t associated with anyone in this class. This ID number wasn't familiar either...
Low on characters again, sorry. Remember, 'emris' res one to speak to me or ask a question. A map of my stories and their location will be in res two.
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Posted October 6, 2011
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