The Secret Life Of CeeCee Wilkes by Diane Chamberlain

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My new author craze continues with yet another awesome book by Diane Chamberlain – she is like crack for my eyes!  ~Sheila

In 1977 Genevieve Russell was kidnapped from her home.  Genevieve was very pregnant at the time of her kidnapping.  She will never return home.

Twenty years later, Genevieve’s remains are found but there is no sign of the baby.

CeeCee Wilkes watches this unsolved crime unfold on the tv these twenty years later.  She is all too familiar with the case because she was there when it all went down.  Well, CeeCee was there, now CeeCee is known as Eve; and the beautiful daughter she raised and loved since that fateful day… is not her own.

This is my third book I have listened to on audio by this author and each time they simply amaze me.  As though ripped from the headlines of a story too crazy to not be true, I start listening and do not want to stop.

Admittedly, The Secret Life Of CeeCee Wilkes did not grab me right away.  In the beginning, the very young and naive 15-year-year old CeeCee and her relationship with an older man bothered me.  I am glad however I stuck with this one as once you get into the heart of the story you understand why this relationship is in the book.

I was thoroughly roped in once again to a story of deception but with good reason… in the end, you really do not know who you should be cheering on as there is so much at stake for all involved.

Narrator Cris Dukehart is an excellent choice for this book.  With a bit of a southern twang she is a great fit. I think this is the first time I have heard her narrate.

  • Audible Audio Edition
  • Listening Length: 13 hours and 10 minutes
  • Program Type: Audiobook
  • Version: Unabridged
  • Publisher: Tantor Audio
  • Audible.com Release Date: March 25, 2013

 

Morning Meanderings: I Remember When Our Coffee Pot Was Just For Company.

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Coffee.

This morning as I was getting my brew on I had a recollection of when I was first married.  Al and I had a coffee pot (probably was a gift…) but we never used it.  I remember it would sit on the counter and I would make coffee only if my parents were coming over or some other form of adult.  That was it, we were too young and too hip for coffee.

It makes me wonder….  did we drink anything in the morning?

I don’t recall when I crossed over.  Perhaps some chilly day when I was out of cocoa… who knows…  but now, it gets me out of bed just thinking about it.  I will be lying there wondering if I should get up and then recall that getting up means coffee so I pop right up.  Al is the same way.

 

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It’s funny to think that today’s generation will more than likely not have this coffee recollection as I am.  For them, growing up with coffee is a staple. Some have probably started their coffee habits before they could drive. With coffee shops and drinks that represent shakes more than coffee, they are all lining up to get their caffeine on.

Ok… so no idea where that all came from other than the fact I am up.  It is Tuesday.  I have my coffee and I am about to go write.

Caffeine on people.  Carpe cup.