A Few Book Club Discussion Points to Ponder
What does the phrase Beyond the Indigo mean to you?
Thanksgiving is such an important part of the McAlester Family. What Thanksgiving recipes mean the most to your family?
Who might have been the generous benefactor that paid for the medical procedures and flights for Penelope Katherine?
What character did you most relate to and why?
What one city in the book would you like to travel and why?
Did you compare the passengers on the New York City water taxi on the day Hank saw Heather to the passengers on the day the family rode the river?
Listen to the song Fragile by Ian Wong. What visions do the notes provide? Can you see the opening and closing of the metro trains as they move through time?
What type of books do you believe you might find at Bristol Brews and Books?
In the Heart of a Soulmate by Julia Sanders, the last chapter is titled Second Chances, Soulmates Among Us. The author shares her feelings about soulmates.
“We all believe in soulmates in our lives, whether we call them by that word or some other expression. When we share a deep bond or connection with another human, we can describe the connection as soulful. But what happens when you lose a soulmate? What if your soulmate walks out of your life? What if your soulmate dies? Is there only one soulmate in the world for each of us, or do we get a second (or third) chance at happiness with another soulmate? Do our soulmates stay connected to us even after they are gone?” Share your thoughts.
Do you believe in soulmates?
Works in Progress - The Cottage
A small piece of The Cottage, anticipated in 2022
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John navigated his way to Water Street in Harbour Grace and parked in the drive. He could finally see the beautiful Victorian bed-and-breakfast, a structure the color of ocean whitecaps. It appeared before him through the lifting fog like a mirage.
He exited the car with his bags and walked up the sidewalk. A kind, small woman of tall stature came out of the massive front double doors to greet him.
It was apparent the Victorian mansion was a haven for guests and dated back to when Elizabeth’s ancestral family called this small Canadian town home.
The innkeeper was wiping her hands on her apron and greeted John on the front steps. She extended a dry hand to meet his.
“Hello. You must be John Parker. I am Margaret Rose Byrne, innkeeper. We spoke earlier.”
Margaret Rose Byrne correctly surmised the smartly dressed, handsome gentleman must belong to the lonely and unmistakably sad American woman.
“Yes, I am John Parker. Thank you again for accommodating me on such a short notice.”
John held Mrs. Byrne’s handshake a moment longer. He looked directly into her eyes before he spoke.
“Any idea where I might find my wife?”