The Washington Post
Prayers for Saleby Sandra Dallas
A powerful novel of the secrets women keep and the lies they tell to survive life in a small, nineteenth-century Colorado mining town.
The Washington Post
In her charming new novel, Dallas (The Persian Pickle Club; Tallgrass; etc.) offers up the unconventional friendship between Hennie Comfort, a natural storyteller entering the twilight of her life, and Nit Spindle, a naïve young newlywed, forged in the isolated mining town of Middle Swan, Colo., in 1936. When the two meet, Hennie recognizes her younger self in Nit, and she's immediately struck with a desire to nurture and guide Nit, who is lonely and adrift in her new hometown and her brand-new marriage. As Hennie regales Nit with stories and advice, the two become inseparable and pass several seasons huddled around their quilting with the other women of Middle Swan. Even though Hennie maintains an air of c'est la vie as she unravels her life story, Nit and the reader soon realize there are tragedies and secrets hidden behind Hennie's tranquil demeanor. This satisfying novel will immediately draw readers into Hennie and Nit's lives, and the unexpected twists will keep them hooked through to the bittersweet denouement. (Apr.)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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- First Edition
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- 5.90(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.20(d)
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The stranger looked up, startled, a little
frightened. She was a new-made woman, not
much more than a girl, and Hennie had never
seen her before. “Oh!” the stranger said,
clasping and unclasping her bare hands, which
despite the poor light, Hennie could see were red and chapped.
“I don’t mean to be nosy, but I was wondering how much?”
“How much for what?”
“A prayer.” The girl tightened the triangle of plaid wool scarf that covered her head before she thrust her hands into the pockets of her thin coat.
Hennie was confused for a moment, and then realizing what had confounded the girl, she laughed. “That sign’s been there so long, I forget about it.”
“It says, Prayers For Sale. I’m asking how much do you charge, and is it more if you’re in need than if you’re wanting just a little favor? Do sinners pay more than the righteous? And what if the Lord doesn’t answer? Do you get your money back?”
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