The Roanoke girls : a novel
Record details
- ISBN: 9781524754921
- ISBN: 1524754927
- ISBN: 1524754919
- ISBN: 9781524754914
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Physical Description:
sound disc
9 audio discs (10 hr., 30 min.) : CD audio, digital ; 4 3/4 in. - Edition: Unabridged.
- Publisher: New York : Random House Audio, [2017]
- Distributor: [Westminster, MD] : Books on Tape
- Copyright: ℗2017
Content descriptions
General Note: | Title from container. Compact disc. |
Participant or Performer Note: | Read by Brittany Pressley. |
Search for related items by subject
Subject: | Family secrets Fiction Cousins Fiction Missing persons Fiction |
Genre: | Audiobooks. Suspense fiction. |
Available copies
- 1 of 1 copy available at Kirtland Community College.
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- 0 current holds with 1 total copy.
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Location | Call Number / Copy Notes | Barcode | Shelving Location | Status | Due Date |
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Kirtland Community College Library | PS 3605 .N44 R63 2017 CD | 30775305526965 | Audiobooks | Available | - |
The Roanoke Girls : A Novel
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The Roanoke Girls : A Novel
Prologue  The first time I saw Roanoke was in a dream. I knew little of it beyond its name and the fact it was in Kansas, a place I had never been. My mother only ever mentioned it when she'd had too much wine, her breath turned sweet and her words slow and syrupy like molasses. So my subconscious filled in the rest. In my dream it stood tall and stately, tucked among a forest of spring-green trees. Its red-brick facade was broken up by black shutters, white trim, delicate wrought-iron balconies. A little girl's fantasy of a princess castle. When I woke, I started to tell my mother about it. Talking through a mouthful of stale Cheerios drowned in just-this-side-of-sour milk. I got only as far as the name, Roanoke, before she stopped me. "It was nothing like that," she said, voice flat. She was sitting on the wide windowsill, knees drawn up into her cotton nightgown, smoke from her cigarette gathered around her like a shroud. Her ragged toenails dug into the wooden window frame. "You didn't even let me tell you," I whined. "Did you wake up screaming?" A dribble of milk ran down my chin. "Huh?" She turned and glanced at me then, her skin pale, eyes red-rimmed.The bones of her face looked sharp enough to cut. "Was it a nightmare?" I shook my head, confused and a little scared. "No."She looked back out the window. "Then it was nothing like that." Excerpted from The Roanoke Girls: A Novel by Amy Engel All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.