Paris, the City of Lights. To seventeen-year-old Dani Deane, it’s the Promised Land. There, her widowed mother’s depression will vanish and she will no longer fear losing her only parent, her arty New York life, or her devoted boyfriend.
But shortly before their Paris getaway, Dani’s tyrannical grandfather falls ill, pulling them to rural Pennsylvania to deal with his hoarder horror of a house. Among the piles, Dani finds disturbing truths that could make Mum completely unravel. Desperate to protect her from pain and escape to Paris, Dani hatches a plan with the flirtatious neighbor boy that only threatens the relationships she most wants to save.
Why would God block all paths to Paris? Could real hope for healing be as close as a box tucked in the rafters?
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About the Author
Laurel Garver holds degrees in English and journalism and earns a living as a magazine editor. She enjoys quirky independent films, word games, British television, Celtic music, and mentoring teens at her church. She lives in Philadelphia with her husband and daughter.
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Whoa. This has been a wonderful journey, meeting you guys have led me to find myself over these past four years. I've met people, lost people, only to gain more. I can say one the thing; I don't regret meeting any of you: the ones that hate me, the ones that don't. Maybe after a hear, you'll forget me, because I'm not something to be dwelled on. And I don't want to be. Sometimes I ponder what would've happened if I hadn't met any of you, if I hadn't bought my first Nook. Would I be happier, would I be even more depressed? I don't know, we never will. You guys have affected my life, and for that, I thank you. You guys were my escape from the misery I was suffering by myself, I entrusted some of you with the fact that I was, and all you did was help me. If I have ever hurt you, I'm sorry, I can be a bit<\>ch at times. I know I've said many things to newbs about how theyy've been ruining Nook, but that isn't true. I'm sorry. The complaining, the diversity is what pulled up all apart. This isn't a caste system, love each other, lean on one another, because one day you'll be thanking each other for the impact you've had on each other. My first rp was at a place called Prom Date, and that's where I first came in contact with two people I've brought with me through it all; good and bad times. Yes, we've had our differences, but we're still friends, our friendship stronger than ever. You two know who you are, so I won't say any names; I love you. I'll carry you guys with me forever, we'll stay in contact, trust me. My second rp was Viking Tales, and boy, do I miss that place. x-x I've made so many friends there, and most have gone now, which makes me sad because I'll never be able to talk to them again. Most went their own ways after VT died, some leaving, some joining other camps. We all separated. Kenny attempted to make a follow up camp; Athenian Constitution, which is still active today, 7/10/16. It's not the same, however, nothing is the same. And it's our fault, we pushed each other way, making a diverse ground of Originals and Newbs. Trust me, when you leave, those titles won't mean a thing. So, don't let them mean a thing, we're all at the top, leaning on each other in some way. After my first year, I wanted to leave because it seemed that my depression only got worse, my attempts as self hate were gaining, self harm. But as years passed, I settled down, got ahold of myself and loved that I stayed. I wouldn't have met some of the people that I have today that impacted my life in such positive ways. Of course I have my problem now and then, but they are always there. I want each and everyone of you to have that kind of bond with your friends. Self harm is not option in my life anymore, I have people depending on me, people that would hurt much more than me if I inflicted myself with such pain. I thank them everyday for this, not to them, of course because they know. They know what they mean to me, and you do as well. Because everyone of you mean so much to me, I care for each of you dearly. Thank you for this experience, it's been a wonderful and eventful journey. Rain, Raven, Megan; I've known you for almost four years now, and I'm so glad to call you my friend, you mean the world to me. I know you say that you may not be worth it to me, but you are. You're one of my best friends, and I love you so much. You've always been so enthusiastic and lively, always cheering up the people around you. I love you. More at the next res.