When Monique isn’t writing, you can find her playing taxi driver to one or more of her 12 children, plotting her next novel, scrapbooking, or being the “Mamarazzi” at any number of child-oriented events.
Even though she realizes there will never be enough hours in any given day, Monique tries very hard to enjoy the journey that is her life. She shares it with a terrific husband, her dozen children, twelve grand-darlings, too many cats, and many real and imaginary friends. She is the author of several books in three series and hopes to write many more.
When her dad confiscates her deceased mom’s journals, 12-year-old Ginnie West counts on her BFF, Tillie, to help her get them back. But Tillie's not so sure the ghost of Ginnie's mom will make a good addition to their new family tree.
Then the girls' world gets flipped upside-down when a blast from the past shows up and makes Tillie go nutburgers. Life gets complicated when Ginnie is forced to choose between helping her best friend and getting the answers she’s always dreamed of.
What reviewers are saying about this book:
*Like Anne of "Anne of Green Gables," Ginnie is a character you can't help but love.
*I couldn't put these books down. I was not only entertained, but inspired.
*Bucheger does an amazing job of writing this story but without giving a cookie cutter answer to the problems Ginnie faces.
DT will TOO let me get a horse. I know he will.
Tillie watched as Ginnie fed Calliope alfalfa hay.
Tillie fought back tears. Quit
bawling. DT didn’t say no.
GINNIE SAID that he said no. I know Ginnie’s mom
died in a bad accident,
but DT let Ginnie get Calliope and Ginnie’s his own
kid. Surely he won’t tell ME I can’t have a horse.
Squaring her shoulders, Tillie blinked, determined
not to worry
about this until she had to.
DT probably said no because horses are expensive.
Of course he’s not
going to spend a few hundred dollars on a horse for
me … yet. But Mom
will. Mom wants a horse, too.
Tillie didn’t feel as comforted as she usually did
when she used
her own private nickname for Ginnie’s dad: DT...
AKA … Daddy
Even Ginnie didn’t know about her secret name for
him.
Tillie had christened him that one day about four
years ago when
she was feeling sorry for herself that Jasper had
called drunk and
made Mom cry. Tillie had fallen and scraped her
knee. DT had dried
her tears, cleaned the wound, and assured her she’d
be fifine.
Tillie realized that day she didn’t need her birth
father to ever
come back. He wasn’t a nice dad like Ginnie’s,
anyway. If Jasper stayed
away, she could pretend that DT was her dad.
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