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The house was deathly quiet. That was the first sign that something was terribly wrong. Fourteen-year-old Cynthia Bigge woke that morning to find herself alone. Her family - mother, father, and brother - had vanished without a word, without a note, without a trace. Twenty-five years later, Cynthia is still looking for answers. Now she is about to learn the devastating truth.

Cynthia and Terry Archer still live in Milford, Connecticut, not far from the old Bigge house on Hickory ...

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The house was deathly quiet. That was the first sign that something was terribly wrong. Fourteen-year-old Cynthia Bigge woke that morning to find herself alone. Her family - mother, father, and brother - had vanished without a word, without a note, without a trace. Twenty-five years later, Cynthia is still looking for answers. Now she is about to learn the devastating truth.

Cynthia and Terry Archer still live in Milford, Connecticut, not far from the old Bigge house on Hickory Street. With a solid marriage and a young daughter, the Archers seem on track for a successful future. But the questions raised by Cynthia’s past still haunt her, and her obsession to find the answers threatens to destroy everything they’ve worked for. For Cynthia, there can be no closure until she finds out why her family disappeared - and how they could have left her behind.

Terry thinks the segment on the popular TV crime-stopper program Deadline is a mistake. But his wife hopes that someone watching will have a lead to her missing family. Sure enough, it’s Cynthia who spots the strange car cruising the neighborhood, hears the untraceable phone calls, and discovers the ominous “gifts.” And as Cynthia’s nerves begin to unravel, no one’s innocence is guaranteed, not even her own. By the time the first body is found, it’s clear that her past is more of a mystery than she ever imagined - or may ever survive.

Someone has returned to this Connecticut town to finish what was started twenty-five years ago. And by the time Terry and Cynthia discover the killer’s shocking identity, it will be too late even for goodbye.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

When Cynthia was 14 years old, her family disappeared without a trace. Twenty-five years later, Cynthia has her own family and though sometimes overprotective of her daughter, she has become a functioning adult. But as she and her husband, Terry, attempt to live normal lives, hints and clues begin appearing that bring Cynthia back to that night years ago. Lane blesses this twisting novel with a fantastic performance, which improves the overall narrative experience. At first, some voices may seem like vocal caricatures, but given each character's development, listeners soon realize how well chosen the voice has been. Lane also displays an impressive range, including such believable characters as a middle-aged thug, a sinister old woman and Cynthia's precocious daughter. Told through the eyes of Terry, Lane also seamlessly augments his tone throughout as Terry grapples to figure out the mystery that haunts his family. Simultaneous release with the Dell hardcover (Reviews, Aug. 20). (Sept.)

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Library Journal

Cynthia Archer, a suburban Connecticut teenager, wakes up to an unusually quiet house one morning. At first, she finds the peacefulness comforting, but feelings of horror quickly settle in as she discovers that her family has vanished. Her father, mother, and younger brother-gone!-without a note or clue as to what happened. Flash forward 25 years, and Cynthia has a family of her own, but she can't stop looking for answers to what happened the day her life changed forever. Is her family still alive? Was she simply abandoned? If the rest of her family was murdered, why was she spared? Small clues to her family's disappearance start to show up, and Cynthia soon faces ghosts more horrific that she ever imagined. For Cynthia, finding the truth may be the worst part of the mystery. Barclay's (Stone Rain; Bad Move) latest novel is a top-notch thriller, with surprises around every corner. The suspense comes in layer after layer and doesn't stop until the last page. Strongly recommended for all fiction collections. [See Prepub Mystery, LJ6/1/07.]
—Ken Bolton

Kirkus Reviews
What kind of family would disappear in the middle of the night, abandoning a 14-year-old girl forever?Canadian newspaper columnist Barclay (Stone Rain, 2007, etc.) tries his hand at bourgeois terror, getting it largely right in a dark domestic thriller. Cynthia Bigge was going off the tracks a little in her 14th year. Bad mouth, hoodlum boyfriend, incomplete homework, sullen face, the usual intense adolescent mess-but nothing so bad that her mom and dad and brother, all of whom loved her despite her crummy behavior, would want to walk out on her forever. Yet that seems to have been the case for Cynthia, who woke up hungover in an empty house after having been yanked out of her date's car by an angry dad. Two decades later, married to nice high-school English teacher Terry Archer, now the mother of bright little Grace, Cynthia has never really gotten over the disappearance. Raised by her gruff but loving aunt Tess, Cynthia can't bear for Grace to be out of her sight. Narrator Terry tries his best to cope with Cynthia's tensions, but the couple's appearance on a cold-case TV show seems to push Cynthia over the edge. Instead of the expected flood of helpful clues from a fascinated nation, there are only a few fruitless leads. Worse for the family, Cynthia keeps seeing things like a mysterious recurring automobile and a stranger who looks like her brother, if he were still alive. Is she going 'round the bend? Friends and family seem to think so, but Barclay weaves in the spooky thoughts and comments of someone who clearly has it in not just for Cynthia, but for anything and anyone having to do with her. It all comes back to that disastrous night and to the odd, unclear occupation of Cynthia'sfather, a job that kept him on the road far too much. A little talky, but scary enough to keep the pages turning. Agent: Helen Heller/Helen Heller Literary Agency
From the Publisher
"No Time for Goodbye just flies off the page. It's a one-sit thriller. You sit down with this book and you won't get up until you've turned the last page."—Michael Connelly

"No Time for Goodbye is a high-speed emotional roller-coaster. The surprises will leave you breathless."—Robert Crais

"A terrific page-turner that keeps you in suspense until the very end. If you like Harlan Coben, you'll love Linwood Barclay."—Peter Robinson, author of Piece of My Heart

"No Time for Goodbye begins as an intriguing mystery then shifts with a sinister grace into a race-against-time thriller that begs to be read in a single sitting. Barclay sets his dark tale in the most familiar of surroundings, a decent, loving family, on the verge of being torn apart by tragic events 25 years old. The author’s unique voice finds terror in the most mundane of environments, an ordinary home, and thereby makes his shocking and original tale all the more compelling."—David Hewson, author of The Lizard's Bite

"No Time for Goodbye is a turbo-charged, nonstop thriller that got me with every twist and turn. Linwood Barclay has written a mesmerizing, addictive page-turner that I just couldn’t put down. It’s one of the best suspense novels I’ve read in years."—Joseph Finder

"No Time for Goodbye is a great suburban thriller—-and that's not a contradiction in terms. Linwood Barclay doesn't make one false step, and the surprises just keep on coming. Don't start reading No Time for Goodbye late at night: you'll stay up to finish it." —Charlaine Harris

"No Time for Goodbye is a deliciously smart thriller, full of surprises and perfect pacing. I'm jealous I didn't write it."—Alafair Burke, author of Dead Connection

"No Time for Goodbye is one of the best thrillers of the year! Utterly riveting, it will grab you on page one and won't let you go until the final, stunning conclusion."—Tess Gerritsen, New York Times bestselling author of The Bone Garden

“Skilled characterization and convincing dialogue.”—Publishers Weekly

“A top-notch thriller... doesn’t stop until the last page.”–Library Journal, starred review

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781423341086
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 9/25/2007
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Sales rank: 830,618
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 7.00 (h) x 1.37 (d)

Meet the Author

Linwood Barclay, a former columnist for the Toronto Star, is the internationally bestselling author of seven critically acclaimed novels, including Fear the Worst, Too Close to Home, and No Time for Goodbye, which has been optioned for film. He lives near Toronto with his wife and has two grown children.
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Chapter One

Cynthia stood out front of the two-story house on Hickory. It wasn't as though she was seeing her childhood home for the first time in nearly twenty-five years. She still lived in Milford. She'd driven by here once in a while. She showed me the house once before we got married, a quick drive-by. "There it is," she said, and kept on going. She rarely stopped. And if she did, she didn't get out. She'd never stood on the sidewalk and stared at the place.

And it had certainly been a very long time since she'd stepped through that front door.
She was rooted to the sidewalk, seemingly unable to take even one step toward the place. I wanted to go to her side, walk her to the door. It was only a thirty-foot driveway, but it stretched a quarter century into the past. I was guessing, to Cynthia, it must have been like looking through the wrong end of some binoculars. You could walk all day and never get there.

But I stayed where I was, on the other side of the street, looking at her back, at her short red hair. I had my orders.

Cynthia stood there, as though waiting for permission to approach. And then it came.

"Okay, Mrs. Archer? Start walking toward the house. Not too fast. Kind of hesitant, you know, like it's the first time you've gone inside since you were fourteen years old."

Cynthia glanced over her shoulder at a woman in jeans and sneakers, her ponytail pulled down and through the opening at the back of her ball cap. She was one of three assistant producers. "This is the first time," Cynthia said.

"Yeah yeah, don't look at me," Ponytail Girl said. "Just look at the house and start walking up the drive, thinking back to that time, twenty-five years ago, when it all happened, okay?"
Cynthia glanced across the street at me, made a face, and I smiled back weakly, a kind of mutual what-are-you-gonna-do?
 
And so she started up the driveway, slowly. If the camera hadn't been on, is this how she would have approached? With this mixture of deliberation and apprehension? Probably. But now it felt false, forced.

But as she mounted the steps to the door, reached out with her hand, I could just make out the trembling. An honest emotion, which meant, I guessed, that the camera would fail to catch it.
She had her hand on the knob, turned it, was about to push the door open, when Ponytail Girl shouted, "Okay! Good! Just hold it there!" Then, to her cameraman, "Okay, let's set up inside, get her coming in."

"You're fucking kidding me," I said, loud enough for the crew—a half dozen or so, plus Paula Malloy, she of the gleaming teeth and Donna Karan suits, who was doing all the on-camera stuff and voiceovers—to hear.

Paula herself came over to see me.

"Mr. Archer," she said, reaching out with both hands and touching me just below my shoulders, a Malloy trademark, "is everything okay?"

"How can you do that to her?" I said. "My wife's walking in there for the first time since her family fucking vanished, and you basically yell 'Cut'?"

"Terry," she said, insinuating herself closer to me. "May I call you Terry?"

I said nothing.

"Terry, I'm sorry, we have to get the camera in position, and we want the look on Cynthia's face, when she comes into the house after all these years, we want that to be genuine. We want this to be honest. I think that's what both of you want as well."

That was a good one. That a reporter from the TV news/entertainment show Deadline—which, when it wasn't revisiting bizarre _unsolved crimes from years past, was chasing after the latest drinking-and-driving celebrity, or hunting down a pop star who'd failed to buckle her toddler into a seat belt—would play the honesty card.
 
"Sure," I said tiredly, thinking of the bigger picture here, that maybe after all these years, some TV exposure might finally provide Cynthia with some answers. "Sure, whatever."

Paula showed some perfect teeth and went briskly back across the street, her high heels clicking along the pavement.

I'd been doing my best to stay out of the way since Cynthia and I'd arrived here. I'd arranged to get the day off from school. My principal and longtime friend, Rolly Carruthers, knew how important it was to Cynthia to do this show, and he'd arranged a substitute teacher to take my English and creative writing classes. Cynthia had taken the day off from Pamela's, the dress shop where she worked. We'd dropped off our eight-year-old daughter, Grace, at school along the way. Grace would have been intrigued, watching a film crew do its thing, but her introduction to TV production was not going to be a segment on her own mother's personal tragedy.

The people who lived in the house now, a retired couple who'd moved down here from Hartford a decade ago to be close to their boat in the Milford harbor, had been paid off by the producers to clear out for the day so they could have the run of the place. Then the crew had gone about removing distracting knickknacks and personal photos from the walls, trying to make the house look, if not the way it looked when Cynthia lived there, at least as generic as possible.

Before the owners took off for a day of sailing, they'd said a few things on the front lawn for the cameras.

Husband: "It's hard to imagine, what might have happened here, in this house, back then. You wonder, were they all cut up into bits in the basement or something?"

Wife: "Sometimes, I think I hear voices, you know? Like the ghosts of them are still walking around the house. I'll be sitting at the kitchen table, and I get this chill, like maybe the mother or the father, or the boy, has walked past."

Husband: "We didn't even know, when we bought the house, what had happened here. Someone else had got it from the girl, and they sold it to someone else, and then we bought it from them, but when I found what happened here, I read up on it at the Milford library, and you have to wonder, how come she was spared? Huh? It seems a bit odd, don't you think?"

Cynthia, watching this from around the corner of one of the show's trucks, shouted, "Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?"

One of the crew whirled around, said, "Shush," but Cynthia would have none of it. "Don't you fucking shush me," she said. To the husband, she called out, "What are you implying?"

The man looked over, startled. He must have had no idea that the person he was talking about was actually present. The ponytail producer took Cynthia by the elbow and ushered her gently, but firmly, around the back of the truck.

"What kind of horseshit is that?" Cynthia asked. "What's he trying to say? That I had something to do with my family's disappearance? I've put up with that shit for so—"

"Don't worry about him," the producer said. 

"You said the whole point of doing this was to help me," Cynthia said. "To help me find out what happened to them. That's the only reason I agreed to do this. Are you going to run that? What he said? What are people going to think when they hear him saying that?"

"Don't worry about it," the producer assured her. "We're not going to use that."

They must have been scared Cynthia was going to walk at that point, before they had even a minute of her on film, so there were plenty of reassurances, cajoling, promises that once this piece went on TV, for sure someone who knew something would see it. Happened all the time, they said. They'd closed cold cases for the cops all over the country, they said.

Once they had again persuaded Cynthia that their intentions were honorable, and the old farts who lived in the house had been whisked away, the show went on. 

I followed two cameramen into the house, then got out of the way as they positioned themselves to catch Cynthia's expressions of apprehension and deja vu from different angles. I figured that once this was on TV, there'd be lots of fast editing, maybe they'd turn the image all grainy, dig around in their bag of tricks to bring more drama to an event that TV producers in decades past would have found plenty dramatic on its own.

They led Cynthia upstairs to her old bedroom. She looked numb. They wanted footage of her walking into it, but Cynthia had to do it twice. The first time, the cameraman was waiting inside her bedroom, the door closed, to get a shot of Cynthia entering the room, ever so tentatively. Then they did it again, this time from the hall, the camera looking over her shoulder as she went into the room. When it aired, you could see they'd used some fish-eye lens or something to make the scene spookier, like maybe we were going to find Jason in a goalie mask hiding behind the door.

Paula Malloy, who'd started out as a weather girl, got her makeup retouched and her blond hair repouffed. Then she and Cynthia had those little microphone packs attached to the backs of their skirts, the wires run up and under their blouses and clipped just below their collars. Paula let her shoulder rub up against Cynthia's, like they were old friends reminiscing, reluctantly, about the bad times instead of the good.

As they came into the kitchen, cameras rolling, Paula asked, "What must you have been thinking?" Cynthia appeared to be walking through a dream. "You hadn't heard a sound in the house so far, your brother's not upstairs, you come down here into the kitchen and there's no sign of life at all."
"I didn't know what was happening," Cynthia said quietly. "I thought everyone had left early. That my dad was gone to work, that my mother must have taken my brother to school. I thought they must be mad at me, for misbehaving the night before."

"You were a difficult teen?" Paula asked.

"I had . . . my moments. I'd been out the night before, with a boy my parents didn't approve of, I'd had something to drink. But I wasn't like some kids. I mean, I loved my parents, and I think"—her voice breaking a bit here—"they loved me."

"We read in the police reports from the time, from the statements that you'd made, that you'd had an argument with your parents."

"Yes," Cynthia said. "About not being home when I promised, lying to them. I said some awful things."

"Like what?"

"Oh," Cynthia hesitated, "you know. Kids can say pretty hateful things to their parents that they don't really mean."

"And where do you think they are, today, two and a half decades later?"

Cynthia shook her head sadly. "It's all I ask myself. There's not a day goes by I don't wonder."

"If you could say something to them, right now, here on Deadline, if somehow they are still alive, what would it be?"

Cynthia, nonplussed, looked somewhat hopelessly out the kitchen window.

"Look into the camera there," Paula Malloy said, putting her hand around Cynthia's shoulder. I was off to the side, and it was all I could do not to step into the frame and peel Paula's artificial face off.

"Just ask them what you've been waiting all these years to ask them."

Cynthia, her eyes shiny, did as she was told, looked to the camera, and managed, at first, to say nothing more than "Why?"

Paula allowed for a dramatic pause, then asked, "Why what, Cynthia?"

"Why," she repeated, trying to compose herself, "did you have to leave me? If you're able to, if you're alive, why haven't you gotten in touch? Why couldn't you have left just a simple note? Why couldn't you have at least said goodbye?"

I could feel the electricity among the crew, the producers. No one was breathing. I knew what they were thinking. This was their money shot. This was going to be fucking awesome TV. I hated them for exploiting Cynthia's misery, for milking her suffering for entertainment purposes. Because that's what this was, ultimately. Entertainment. But I held my tongue, because I knew Cynthia probably understood all this, too, that they were taking advantage of her, that she was just another story to them, a way to fill up another half-hour show. She was willing to be exploited if it meant someone watching would step forward with the key to unlock her past.

At the show's request, Cynthia had brought with her two dented cardboard shoeboxes of memories. Newspaper clippings, faded Polaroid photos, class pictures, report cards, all the bits and pieces that she'd managed to take from her house before she moved from it and went to live with her aunt, her mother's sister, a woman named Tess Berman.

They had Cynthia sit at the kitchen table, the boxes open in front of her, taking out one memory and then another, laying them out as if starting to begin a jigsaw puzzle, looking for all the pieces with straight edges, trying to assemble the border, then work toward the middle.

But there were no border pieces in Cynthia's shoeboxes. No way to work toward the center. Instead of having a thousand pieces to a single puzzle, it was like she had a single piece from a thousand different puzzles.

"This is us," she said, showing off a Polaroid, "on a camping trip we took up in Vermont." The camera zoomed in on a disheveled-looking Todd and Cynthia standing on either side of their mother, a tent in the background. Cynthia looked about five, her brother seven, their faces smudged with earth, their mother smiling proudly, her hair wrapped in a red-and-white-checked kerchief.

"I don't have any pictures of my father," she said mournfully. "He always took the pictures of the rest of us, so now I just have to remember how he looked. And I still see him, standing tall, always in his hat, that fedora, that little hint of a mustache. A handsome man. Todd took after him."

She reached for a yellowed piece of newsprint. "Here's a clipping," Cynthia said, unfolding it gingerly, "from some things I found in my _father's drawer, what little was there." The camera moved in again, scanned the square of newspaper. It was a faded, grainy black-and-white picture of a school basketball team. A dozen boys faced the camera, some smiling, some making stupid faces. "Dad must have saved it because Todd was in it, when he was littler, although they left his name out of the caption. He was proud of us, Dad was. He told us all the time. He liked to joke that we were the best family that he'd ever had."

They interviewed my principal, Rolly Carruthers.

"It's a mystery," he said. "I knew Clayton Bigge. We went fishing together a couple of times. He was a good man. I can't imagine what happened to them. Maybe there was some kind of Manson family, you know, heading across country, and Cynthia's family, they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time?"

They interviewed Aunt Tess.

"I lost a sister, a brother-in-law, a nephew," she said. "But Cynthia, her loss was so much greater. She managed to beat the odds, to still turn out to be a great kid, a great person."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2012

    Wow !

    When I first saw this book , i'm like nawwh to big , but then I was gunna give it a try & read the back. Next thing you know im reading and on the first page ! This book is one of the best books i've read so far in my life. The auother is also a good writter with words that jump out to you !
    - No Time For Goodbye<3

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 9, 2009

    Great book

    I'm a mystery buff but near read this author before. I will definitely be purchasing another one soon. Lots of excitement.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2009

    Good Riddance

    Please return the cardboard cutouts to central casting. The depth of these characters is as thin as the plot. The plot is as thin as the paper on which it is printed.

    Had the writer set out to insult the reader's intelligence he could not have done a better job. I read the entire thing, offered the reading as a penance for the many sins I must have committed and never did find one phrase to warrant the laudatory statements printed on both the cover and in the New York Times.

    If you insist on reading this, get it from the library, at least then you won't feel cheated if you choose to say goodbye.

    3 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 6, 2009

    Attention grabber

    I could not put this book down, I thought it was cleverly written, and a great read! I recommend this book if you like a quick and easy read, yet an attention grabber. Can't wait to read his other books!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 26, 2009

    Lots of fun!

    I really enjoyed this book. I am looking forward to reading another book buy this author.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 16, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    I love this author!

    Great suspense story...many twists & turns.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2012

    good story -I enjoyed it right from the beginning. my first boo

    good story -I enjoyed it right from the beginning. my first book by
    barclay and I will definitely read him again!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2012

    Another Great Barclay Thriller!

    Enjoyed this one! There were twists and turns galore!! Neat beginning and I was sufficiently impressed with the end:)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 3, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    a good read, but i expected more from Mr.barclay.

    The book "to close to home" got me hooked with the author....got more books wriiten by him. they are very well written .i finished the book in one sitting....its just i expected the ending would be more thrilling!! but its a very good book with unexpected twists. i enjoyed it!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2012

    Extremely entertaining

    This was a very good read. Taught and exciting even though I figured out the mystery half way through the book. It is definietly worth a read and will most likely make you want to read more by the author.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2012

    Great Read

    This is yet another great read by Linwood Barclay! This is the 2nd book of his that I've read. It pulls you in from the 1st page and won't let you go till you've finished the last page. I'm getting ready to purchase another one. This is a must read. If you like mystery/suspense, this book is for you!
    Thompset

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  • Posted October 16, 2011

    Best yet

    Best read of Barclay yet. Hard to put down,fast paced and keeps you guessing to the end. Characters are real and likeable.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2011

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    Great Fast Read that you want to keep Reading!!!

    I read this book in 2 days. This was a great book that kept you guessing and wanting more. The book was so well written that you felt like you knew all the people in the story. You will not be disappointed if you like a good suspense!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 28, 2011

    Terrific Read

    What a surprise to find such a wonderful book....keeps you on the edge of your seat throughout... I will be looking for more of Mr. Barclays books in the future!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 14, 2014

    Very good! Strong character, easy to read, keeps you going. Didn

    Very good! Strong character, easy to read, keeps you going. Didn't want to put it down. Kept you trying to figure it out until near the very end. Highly recommend. My first with this author. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2014

    To Talia

    Do you think you could write me song for me? It's for my friends.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2014

    Before Goodbye by: Talia

    You and i were freinds from outer space, afraid to let go. The only two who understood this place, and as far as we know! We were way before our time...as bold as we were blind! Just another perfect mistake...another bridge to take...on the way of letting go... Dont say goodbye! This is just where love goes! Those words arent warming now! To keep away the cold... oh no dont say goodbye! This aint where our story ends! I just know that you cant be mine! Not the way youve always been... as long as weve got time... then this aint goodbye. Ohno dont say goodbye... we were stars up in the sunlit sky, no one else could see...neithr of us thought to ever ask why...we wasent ment to be. Mabe we were way to high....to ever understand. Baby we were victums of time...we began to devide- but dont say goodbye! This aint goodbye...dount say goodbye.....nanananana- this aint goodbye...oh no this aint goodbye! - Before Goodbye by: Talia. Comments? Luv to hear em.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2014

    Great book

    I am looking forward to reading the next book in the series

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2014

    Great read!

    Great book! Couldn't put down. Had to read till the end.

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  • Posted July 4, 2014

    Enjoyed it

    Good mystety. Surprise ending!

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