Название: God Still Don't Like Ugly
Автор: Mary Monroe
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: GOD
isbn: 9780758251374
isbn:
GOD STILL DON’T LIKE UGLY
MARY MONROE
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP. http://www.kensingtonbooks.com
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thanks to David Akamine for the editorial feedback and emotional support. Thanks to Sheila Cunningham Sims, Maria “Felice” Sanchez, Anita “Wuzzle” Sanchez, and Heather King for being my very good friends. I love you all.
To Andrew Stuart (The Stuart Agency): you are the best literary agent in the world. Karen Thomas, I don’t know what I would do without you. I couldn’t ask for a better editor.
Very special thanks to the many reading groups and bookstores. Your support means so much to me. Much love to Peggy Hicks for organizing my book tour and Black Expressions Book Club for featuring my novels as main selections.
To my fellow authors: Timmothy B. McCann, Donna Hill, Mary B. Morrison, and Zane—LOL (lots of love)!
I am especially grateful to my fans for demanding this sequel to GOD DON’T LIKE UGLY. I had fun writing it.
Mary Monroe
CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
CHAPTER 51
CHAPTER 52
CHAPTER 53
CHAPTER 54
CHAPTER 55
CHAPTER 56
CHAPTER 57
CHAPTER 58
CHAPTER 59
CHAPTER 60
CHAPTER 61
CHAPTER 62
CHAPTER 63
CHAPTER 64
CHAPTER 65
CHAPTER 66
CHAPTER 67
CHAPTER 68
CHAPTER 69
CHAPTER 70
CHAPTER 71
CHAPTER 72
CHAPTER 73
CHAPTER 74
CHAPTER 1LULA HAWKINS
A READING GROUP GUIDE
DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
CHAPTER 1
I used to wonder what I would look like if I had been born white. Now I know.
The white woman standing on the steps of the wraparound porch of the shabby clapboard house could have been my twin. As far as I could tell, sandy blond hair and a narrow nose were the only things she had that I didn’t have. I had to repress a gasp. I had to remind myself that this woman and I shared the same amount of blood from the same man. Black blood.
Throughout my plane ride from Richland, Ohio, to Miami, where I’d originally come from, with the help of several glasses of strong wine, I had composed and rehearsed several speeches. I had no idea what the appropriate things were to say to a father who had deserted me when I was a toddler, more than thirty years ago. What I wanted to say was not what I planned to say. It would have been too much, too soon. Good to see you again, Daddy. By the way, because of you, I had to spend ten years of my childhood living under the СКАЧАТЬ