Library Notes
April 11, 2003
I started out the door the other morning to go to work, arms and hands both full, key in the lock, one foot out the door, and my dog ran by. My dog did what? This dog has never gotten out of the back yard, except to go to the vet, with me attached to her.
But, there Miss Cassidy was, running all over the yard, happy as a lark. I dropped everything on the floor and hurried out to get her back in her fenced yard.
Well, she was ready to play, run all over the place. But I could not entice her to run with me and run through the gate into the yard. No way, Jose.
There I was, out in my scandals, hurrying through all the early morning wet grass, later by the minute and Cassidy running around like a happy dog.
I suspected where she might have found her way out. And, sure enough, she ran back in. There is a second getting-under-the-house place on the other side of the house, not contained in the fenced in part, naturally. So, Miss Cassidy had politely found it, pushed out the meager covering and frolicked about. This cannot be.
There I was in my white sweater newly washed, later by the minute, hauling and dragging stuff around to stop up the getting-out place.
I have battled this dog for eons of time, trying to keep her from getting under the house. She has moved stuff that no strong, strong , man could budge. I had so much stuff stacked in front of that other hole, you’d have thought I was trying to keep elephants or something out. Cassidy would manage to get it all cleared out of the way and she’d squeeze through. If it happened to thunder, she could really move it fast.
So, you can see why I despair of keeping her from getting out the second hole and running free. I had enough challenges already without adding this newest one.
As the battle with my dog continues, let us change the subject and talk about Judith McNaught’s newest, hot off the presses. Yep, it’s the one you’ve been seeing in magazines and around "Someone to watch over me", "filled with unrelenting suspense, unforgettable characters, and powerful under currents of greed, ambition and desire." Well, goodness, let’s get on with it.
"Leigh Kendall reveled in her stellar Broadway acting career and in her marriage to Logan Manning, scion of an old New York family. When her husband finds an old country cabin, he decides to build their dream house and surprise Leigh with her first view of the mountain property. After a Sunday night performance, Leigh heads north to join him, and into a blinding blizzard. Lost and alone, she’s run off the road. When she awakes in the local hospital, seriously injured, she asks for her husband. The police arrive to inform her that he has mysteriously disappeared, and Leigh, although obviously distraught, becomes the focus of their suspicions.
The more she discovers about her husband and his business affairs, the less she realizes she knew about Logan Manning, and the more terrified she becomes. Now, with no one to help her, she is heading deeper and deeper into unknown territory…..where friends and enemies are impossible to distinguish, and where the truth becomes the most terrifying weapon of all."