No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

This book is in good condition. Book may show some minor signs of wear. Some minor wear to cover including fold lines and/or rubbed edges. This is an ex-library book and contains markings on edges of books, covers and/or inside covers.
See more
Sold by ReadCycle and fulfilled by Amazon.
[{"displayPrice":"$13.79","priceAmount":13.79,"currencySymbol":"$","integerValue":"13","decimalSeparator":".","fractionalValue":"79","symbolPosition":"left","hasSpace":false,"showFractionalPartIfEmpty":true,"offerListingId":"01mTTBibdCYVuDb5h5tNYkGyACk1YcL9hNC7CFemd0AAkTb6xUN5JT1U178Fy2bvlFuuMNUjN8CGgf4dL89GvLqhu5WzUv03ExMoQHHeeove9y34rCITzf2ZuSeSEcZXbvGriaFpVzMCYauCHz6zQg%3D%3D","locale":"en-US","buyingOptionType":"NEW"},{"displayPrice":"$12.39","priceAmount":12.39,"currencySymbol":"$","integerValue":"12","decimalSeparator":".","fractionalValue":"39","symbolPosition":"left","hasSpace":false,"showFractionalPartIfEmpty":true,"offerListingId":"3xyQtj7LAvmZ3JSIYw%2FoOuxDHPVVxL5ebynYIQFnS681%2FjEddnvOQ6bEyVBSWNAIpA3m6uAMGpwBxqsRujyiyHgCkT49iduhq9iSLNeOV6Vc3oawNezf6HKDe661qB5MfZDNLN5lEvPBwH1XsCWAfAZ7VBrP8jNk4%2BBdx1Z%2Bfq4cY31BAU0e7SXcMsANcJEx","locale":"en-US","buyingOptionType":"USED"}]
$$13.79 () Includes selected options. Includes initial monthly payment and selected options. Details
Price
Subtotal
$$13.79
Subtotal
Initial payment breakdown
Shipping cost, delivery date, and order total (including tax) shown at checkout.
ADD TO LIST
Available at a lower price from other sellers that may not offer free Prime shipping.
SELL ON AMAZON
Share this product with friends
Text Message
WhatsApp
Copy
press and hold to copy
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Pinterest
Loading your book clubs
There was a problem loading your book clubs. Please try again.
Not in a club? Learn more
Join or create book clubs
Choose books together
Track your books
Bring your club to Amazon Book Clubs, start a new book club and invite your friends to join, or find a club that’s right for you for free. Explore Amazon Book Clubs
An Amazon Book with Buzz: "The Redemption of Bobby Love" by Bobby Love
"Tender and brutal.”—Jeff Hobbs Learn more
Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

Frequently bought together

+
+
Choose items to buy together.
Buy all three: $35.30
$13.79
$8.59
$12.92
Total price:
To see our price, add these items to your cart.
Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

Book details

Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

Description

Product Description

Challenging perceptions of discrimination and prejudice, this emotionally resonant drama for readers of Lisa Wingate and Jodi Picoult explores three different women navigating challenges in a changing school district—and in their lives.

WINNER OF THE CHRISTY AWARD®

When an impoverished school district loses its accreditation and the affluent community of Crystal Ridge has no choice but to open their school doors, the lives of three very different women converge: Camille Gray--the wife of an executive, mother of three, long-standing PTA chairwoman and champion fundraiser--faced with a shocking discovery that threatens to tear her picture-perfect world apart at the seams. Jen Covington, the career nurse whose long, painful journey to motherhood finally resulted in adoption but she is struggling with a happily-ever-after so much harder than she anticipated. Twenty-two-year-old Anaya Jones--the first woman in her family to graduate college and a brand new teacher at Crystal Ridge''s top elementary school, unprepared for the powder-keg situation she''s stepped into. Tensions rise within and without, culminating in an unforeseen event that impacts them all. This story explores the implicit biases impacting American society, and asks the ultimate question: What does it mean to be human? Why are we so quick to put labels on each other and categorize people as "this" or "that", when such complexity exists in each person?

Review

CBA bestseller

“Humble. Powerful. Awakening. No One Ever Asked unapologetically invites its reader into a journey of historical significance and soul discovery. A trek which, once taken, you won’t come back from.”
—Mary Weber, author of The Evaporation of Sofi Snow

“Emotionally resonant and brimming with hope, No One Ever Asked is an intimate portrayal of a community in chaos. As Katie Ganshert employs alternating perspectives and vastly different viewpoints, she dives deep into fraught themes of race, adoption, social justice, infidelity, friendship, and more. This gripping story is written with sensitivity and grace, and it will stay with readers long after the final page is turned. A heart-changing, transformative work!”
—Nicole Baart, author of Little Broken Things

No One Ever Asked is that rare breed of story that lingers in your heart and mind long after the final page is turned. Gut wrenching and achingly authentic, this story lays bare the profound intricacies of racial tension. Katie Ganshert is a gifted wordsmith with an uncanny ability to elicit the emotions her characters are experiencing in the reader. This evocative and incisive human drama will not leave you unmoved—a cautionary tale infused with hope. With a handful of stellar novels already to her credit, Ganshert has raised the bar once again. No One Ever Asked has my highest recommendation.”
—Rel Mollet, relzreviewz.com

About the Author

KATIE GANSHERT is the author of several novels and works of short fiction. She has won both the Christy and Carol Awards for her writing and was awarded the RT Reviews Reviewers Choice for her novel, The Art of Losing Yourself. Katie makes her home in eastern Iowa with her family.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

ONE

Before

Wipers squeaked against the windshield, smearing raindrops across the glass. The rhythmic sound filled the car as Anaya Jones idled in the driveway. Her hands trembled like her great-grandfather’s. Even though he had died when she was in first grade, she would always remember the exaggerated way they shook at the dinner table whenever he used silverware.

She turned the key, and the wipers stopped at a thirty-degree angle. All that could be heard was the pitter-patter of rain as she sat behind the steering wheel. A satchel lay open on the passenger seat—the new one her mother had given her before her first day of student teaching. The flap was open, revealing a corner of the science curriculum manual stuffed inside and a sparkly picture a student had given her from art class. Silver glitter would probably speckle the bottom of her satchel in the weeks to come. It wouldn’t go away. And neither would this.

The shaking in her hands moved into her arms.

Anaya picked up the satchel, removed the half-empty cup of cold gas-station coffee from the cup holder, and stepped out into the cool rain. The screen door squealed on its hinges as she pulled it open. It took a good three tries before she could manage the lock.

Inside, the house was quiet.

It still smelled like last night’s dinner.

Auntie Trill slept on the sagging couch, four-year-old Abeo wedged between her and the backrest, tracking Anaya’s movements with wide-awake eyes. Her uncoordinated attempts with the house key must have woken him.

She placed her finger to her lips and tiptoed past him into her room, where she set the coffee and the satchel on her desk and pulled a men’s sweatshirt over her head. She sat on the edge of the bed—her body like wet cement as she pressed the sleeve to her nose and inhaled an achingly familiar scent—one that would forever be associated with regret.

What happened, Anaya?

Her heart thudded in response to the question.

It beat into the darkness like a jungle drum.

The front door opened.

“Our kids deserve to go to a school that’s not failing.” Mama’s voice carried into her bedroom. “And if they think they can turn us away without a fight, then they don’t know what a mother gonna do for her child.”

Anaya peeked through the crack of her bedroom door.

Mama had come home talking on the phone, her voice loud in the early morning silence. “We ain’t responsible for no tuition.”

With a moan, Auntie Trill raised up a listless arm and batted the air.

Mama pulled a face. One that clearly said, This ain’t your home. It wasn’t either. Auntie Trill’s apartment was being fumigated, so she and her youngest were staying for a couple of days.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. They gotta follow the law.”

Abeo had popped his head up now. Anaya could see it from her spot in the doorway.

Mama rubbed the top of his head, gave some mm-hmms and some uh-huhs to whoever she was talking to, then said goodbye.

Auntie Trill sat up next to her son, her face lined with sleep, her head wrapped in a silk scarf. “You’re fighting awful hard to send your boy to a school filled with a bunch of rich white kids.”

“I don’t care if they’re pink with purple polka dots and richer than Oprah Winfrey. I’m not gonna stand by and watch my son fall through the cracks.” Mama handed a white paper bag to Abeo. By the look on his face, you’d think it was Granny’s homemade cinnamon rolls instead of stale pastries from a hospital cafeteria. “Darius needs to be challenged, and he needs to get away from them boys.”

“And away from his daddy’s school?”

“It’s not his school anymore, Trill.”

Grief came like a wave—sudden, engulfing.

“Anaya!”

She stepped back from the door, into the darkness of her room, just as Mama came inside. Her attention moved to the bed, which wasn’t rumpled with sleep, but neatly made. “Are you sick?”

“Headache.”

Mama’s expression softened with knowing. Only she didn’t really know. “I didn’t see you yesterday.”

Yesterday.

What an innocuous word. And yet, it hovered between them, bloated with all the emotion that came with it.

Yesterday.

An anniversary not meant to be celebrated.

Mama stepped forward and wrapped Anaya in a hug. She smelled like hospital food and exhaustion. “You okay?”

No, she wanted to cry.

She wasn’t okay.

Something was seriously wrong.

What happened, Anaya?

The doorbell rang.

Mama put her hand on Anaya’s cheek, her brow furrowing. “Baby?”

“Aye, Anaya!” Auntie Trill called down the hallway. “Marcus is at the door.”

Her stomach turned to stone.

“Are you two fighting again, because he looks like…” Auntie Trill poked her head into Anaya’s bedroom. “Well, he looks a whole lot like you do.”

“Thanks.”

“I have to get to the salon. Can you watch Abeo for me?”

“Sure.”

“I’m gonna change for work,” Mama said, giving Anaya’s arm a squeeze.

Anaya nodded, hating that Mama needed to go to another job. Hating the dull pain in her ankle that served as a reminder of all that had been lost. It hurt worse when it rained, and right then, as she shuffled robotically to the front door, the rain was falling harder, gathering in puddles around Anaya’s car.

Marcus stood on the front porch rolling a hat between his hands. When he looked up, his eyes looked as tortured as her soul. “I am so sorry.”

***

The phone buzzed in Jen Covington’s sweat-slicked palm, turning her pulse manic.

We’re getting off the plane.

Having read the text message over Jen’s shoulder, Jen’s best friend clutched her arm, and the two shared a breathless look—one that encompassed every prayer, every hope, every hard, impossible emotion felt in these last three years.

“We,” Leah whispered.

And just like that, a flood of tears welled in Jen’s eyes.

It was happening.

After all the loss and all the waiting and all the political red tape, after the horrible unknown and the fight of her life, Jen was finally going to be a mother.

Not just in theory. Not just on paper.

But in real, actual life.

A ball of emotion swelled in her throat—hot and thick. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, clamping down on her jaw, setting a tremble in her muscles. Ever since Nick told her the news over FaceTime two days ago, she had kept a piece of her heart locked away. Over the past two days—while Leah made phone calls and organized a meal train and brought over spring clothes that would fit a seven-year-old girl because all the clothes they bought in the beginning had been for a child much smaller—Jen braced herself for the other shoe to drop, because the other shoe always did. But now they were here. Nick’s text was the proof.

We’re getting off the plane.

In a cluster of celebration stood Leah’s husband and their two young children, friends from church, Jen’s in-laws, and her mother—her brimming-with-excitement, teary-eyed mother. Nobody said anything about the two who were missing. Jen refused to think of them and focused instead on the people who were here, holding balloons, brandishing handmade signs.

Welcome Home, Jubilee!

With Leah’s round, hard belly between them, she continued clutching Jen’s arm. She held on tight while Jen shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her breath shallow in her chest, her underarms clammy with sweat, her mind spinning with unformed thoughts. Nick and Jubilee had already gone through customs in Dulles. All they had to do now was walk through the jet bridge and the terminal.

Her eyes searched the crowd.

Leah stood on tiptoe, looking around at the travelers walking toward them. An elderly woman pulling a floral carry-on. An Asian couple and a little girl skipping between them with a Hello Kitty backpack jouncing around on her shoulders. A man in a wheelchair wearing a cannula and a Wake Forest baseball cap, being pushed by a gentleman with a build like a linebacker.

Suddenly, Leah’s grip tightened.

Because suddenly, there he was.

Her husband.

And there she was.

Her daughter.

Hand in hand.

Nick caught Jen’s eye through the distance.

The cluster of family and friends around her shifted. They held up their signs and began to cheer.

The little girl lifted her head.

Nick pointed in their direction.

Leah let go of Jen’s arm and covered her mouth. And Jen, unable to hold her own weight, dropped to her knees.

Nick whispered something to the girl Jen had loved so desperately from afar these past three years. Jubilee hesitated for the smallest of seconds, and then she raced down the airport terminal. With one hand clutching the waist of her jeans, she ran straight into Jen’s waiting arms. Their bodies collided, knocking Jen back. But she didn’t fall. She absorbed the impact as Jubilee wrapped her skinny arms around Jen’s neck and her skinny legs around Jen’s waist. With a sob tearing loose from the deepest part of her soul, Jen stood and pressed the small girl against her.

The nightmare was over.

Her prayers had been answered.

Her daughter was home.

And Jen would never, ever let her go.

These were the words she whispered—over and over again. Jen poured them, with all the love in her heart, straight into her little girl’s ear.

***

Camille Gray placed her hands at her temples and lifted, watching in the mirror as the furrow between her eyebrows stretched and smoothed away. Now if only she could make her face stay like that.

“What are you doing?” Paige asked. She sat on the bathroom rug wearing her favorite cat pajamas, her freshly washed hair cascading in blond ringlets down her back. She’d paused from combing through her doll’s matching mane, an arrangement of American Girl outfits and accessories on the floor all around her.

“I’m traveling back in time, to a land before wrinkles.” Camille leaned closer to the mirror. She didn’t think she’d spent her life furrowing her brow, and yet, at forty-three, the line had etched itself into her skin. She released her face. The furrow sprang back into place. “Your mother’s getting old.”

“Not old, Mommy. Wise,” Paige chirped.

Camille chuckled. Like her, Paige had a long memory. At kindergarten roundup—over two years ago now—when Paige kept pointing out the fact that Camille was the oldest mommy there, Camille had jokingly insisted that she wasn’t the oldest; she was the wisest.

Her daughter uncrossed her legs and came to the vanity, then placed her hands on the countertop and lifted herself up so that her bare feet dangled above the tiled floor. “Your dress is pretty.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Your earrings are simply beautiful.”

Camille smiled down at her, uncapping her lipstick. Paige was clearly angling for something.

“Would you like to wear my tiara?”

“That might be overdoing it a little, don’t you think?” Camille leaned close to the mirror again so she wouldn’t smudge.

A knock sounded on the door behind them.

She spotted her husband in the mirror’s reflection and did a double take. She’d been doing that a lot lately. Two-and-a-half months ago, they had celebrated Neil’s forty-seventh birthday. When he’d caught sight of the picture Camille snapped of him blowing out the candles in his cookie cake, he asked with legitimate horror, “Am I really that bald?”

He wasn’t.

It was a bad angle.

But the next day he joined a CrossFit gym and turned into one of those people they used to make fun of. He even bought a shirt with one of those CrossFit jokes only people in CrossFit could understand. Neil dove in as if exercise and a Paleo Diet might bring his thick hair back. It didn’t. It did, however, bring his college body back—the one he had when he and Camille first met and he was on a rowing scholarship at Brown. The transformation happened fast, as if the extra pounds he’d been carrying around his middle for the past ten years had been nothing more than a new style he’d decided to try on for a while—an unfortunate accessory he thought looked good but never suited him to begin with.

“You ready yet?” he asked, his expression set in mild irritation.

“I just have to slip on my shoes.” She rubbed her lips together, then dropped the lipstick into her bag and zipped it shut, the skin around her mouth tightening. It was hard not to feel irritated with his irritation. Yes, she’d promised not to get caught up at this afternoon’s meeting, but it wasn’t her fault it went longer than planned. Kathleen was still distressed over the locker-room incident, and Rebecca Yates had chosen the very end of the meeting to make her surprise announcement. It would have been rude for Camille to leave without joining in the celebration.

And yes, maybe she was still a tad annoyed with Neil’s after-CrossFit comment early this morning—something he said in passing on his way to the shower, as if he were commenting on something as innocent as the weather.

I’m really sick of the rain.

Only Neil didn’t say he was sick of the rain. Supposedly, he was sick of his job—a career they’d built their entire lifestyle around. Could he really blame her for the hint of snark that came with her reply?

“I’m really sick of Taylor’s attitude. Should we quit them both?”

Camille slipped her feet into a pair of nude high heels and hurried past the piano room, out to the kitchen, where Austin arranged dominoes on the island countertop, standing them at attention in an intricate design.

“Ooh! Can I knock it over?” Paige asked, climbing onto one of the stools, bumping the island as she did so.

“Paige!” Austin barked.

“Move back a little, honey,” Camille said.

“But I’m not touching anything.”

“You just ran into the counter, and the dominoes are on the counter. It’s called a chain reaction, Paige, and it doesn’t have to start with one of these.” Austin picked up another domino and set it in place with laser focus.

“Camille.” Neil pointed to his watch. “Our reservation was at seven.”

She grabbed her purse and looked into the living room, where their eldest sat wedged in the corner of the couch, one long, lean leg crossed and wrapped around the other as she texted into her phone.

“Taylor,” Camille said.

Taylor looked up—impossibly young, perpetually annoyed.

“Make sure your sister is in bed no later than eight. I don’t want her getting sick again.”

Paige scrambled off the stool, bumping the island all over again.

Austin yelped and held up his hands as if doing so would stop the dominoes from wobbling.

“But Mom, I really, really want to watch The Wizard of Oz.

Product information

Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

Videos

Help others learn more about this product by uploading a video!
Upload video
Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

Customers who bought this item also bought

Customer reviews

4.5 out of 54.5 out of 5
490 global ratings

Reviews with images

Top reviews from the United States

Sis Steele
3.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Delivers Hope but is Problematic
Reviewed in the United States on May 1, 2018
This book was one of those I wished there was a different review system as well as a trigger warning for sensitive topics that may affect readers. No One Ever Asked by Katie Ganshert is well written, earnest and topical at a time when we need light shined on tough topics... See more
This book was one of those I wished there was a different review system as well as a trigger warning for sensitive topics that may affect readers. No One Ever Asked by Katie Ganshert is well written, earnest and topical at a time when we need light shined on tough topics like racism and sexual harassment. Through the use of multiple points of view, the author seeks to connect with her readers, primarily white Christian women who read Christian fiction, and challenge them to look at issues Christians fall short on rectifying both in the Church and community. If my review only looked at those factors, I would give her a five star for effort and trying so hard to get things right.
BUT it is important to realize how difficult it is for a white author to truly capture the experience of Black characters, even with sensitivity readers. As a white Christian writer and former pastor who dealt with these issues in the Church, I knew a happy ending in Christian fiction relies on a character finding God or forgiveness. But even with a lot of caveats about forgiveness, a Black character forgiving everyone as the very end of the story (even if it is framed as "forgiveness is for yourself") sends a bad message out to white Christians who think it is the job of people of color to forgive white people their transgressions. It is also problematic that Anaya is a subject of sexual harassment and forgives the perpetrator as part of the ending. But that is the model and hoped for happy ending. Hence my thinking that trigger warnings are needed for both people of color and those who are victims of sexual harassment and abuse. It also may not be the best book to read in a diverse book or Christian study group unless it is accompanied by another book by a Black author such as Stand Your Ground by Victoria Christopher Murray or The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas, one Christian, one secular. If a white Christian reader delves into all the discussion questions on a deep level, crosses the bridge to books by authors of color recommended by the author, then this book can have a positive impact. But if readers forget or want to forget this book is fiction and not real life, not do the work, it can allow them to stay in a safe bubble and continue to allow them not to do a self examination. I left a three star rating on the basis of my concerns, understanding this book delivers hope for some but is problematic for others.
82 people found this helpful
Helpful
Report
Catherine West
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
A Much Needed And Brilliantly Told Tale
Reviewed in the United States on April 7, 2018
I was looking forward to this book the moment I heard about it. Katie Ganshert has been one of my favorite authors from the moment I finished her first book, so I knew I could trust her to tackle the sensitive issue of racism with grace, honesty and without preaching. No... See more
I was looking forward to this book the moment I heard about it. Katie Ganshert has been one of my favorite authors from the moment I finished her first book, so I knew I could trust her to tackle the sensitive issue of racism with grace, honesty and without preaching. No One Ever Asked is not an easy read. I don''t think it should be. It is eye opening and heartbreaking. Ganshert shines a light not only on racism, but with a marriage in crises, sexual harassment, and international adoption. Each character brings their own story to the table, and we are drawn in to all their lives, each of the three women''s struggles no less important than the next. I love books that challenge me, make me think a little harder and dig a little deeper into my own conscience, and this one certainly made me do that. It also made me cry. An absolutely brilliant offering for such a time as this.
I highly recommend this novel.
7 people found this helpful
Helpful
Report
C. Evans
4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
WOW!
Reviewed in the United States on April 27, 2021
I have so many thoughts racing through my mind it’s hard to know where I should begin. This book is a reflection of white america. They may not like how they are portrayed in the story but the truth hurts. I read that the author lost some fans and... See more
I have so many thoughts racing through my mind it’s hard to know where I should begin.

This book is a reflection of white america. They may not like how they are portrayed in the story but the truth hurts.

I read that the author lost some fans and followers because of the subject manner she choose to write about. I’m sure she has also endured some harassment and unpleasant names hurled at her or at least behind her back. But in the end she stood tall and put the truth out for the world to read. Her daughter will grow up to be a strong black woman raised by a strong white woman.
2 people found this helpful
Helpful
Report
Casey Apodaca
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Masterfully executed
Reviewed in the United States on September 7, 2018
Told with skill and masterful intuition,much of which can only come from experience, No One Ever Asked, tackles a challenging series of subjects. As a reader, this book won''t give you all the "warm and fuzzies" and I personally don''t think that it should. The best... See more
Told with skill and masterful intuition,much of which can only come from experience, No One Ever Asked, tackles a challenging series of subjects. As a reader, this book won''t give you all the "warm and fuzzies" and I personally don''t think that it should. The best fiction prompts the reader to think deeper and wider, to examine their own life in light of the truths that are being presented before them. This book does all of the above, all while telling a powerful story that is incredibly relevant to today''s culture that we live in. Which is partially why it''s hard at times to read this book. Heavy and impactful, you won''t walk away from this book unchanged.
2 people found this helpful
Helpful
Report
Melisa Spencer
4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Wow! A Powerful Read for Every Member of Society.
Reviewed in the United States on May 11, 2020
The stories that make up this novel are ripped from the headlines. But what I loved most is that, unlike the media, Ganshert lets the reader experience these issues from all sides and she elicits empathy for all sides. That''s extraordinary! You will feel empathy for both... See more
The stories that make up this novel are ripped from the headlines. But what I loved most is that, unlike the media, Ganshert lets the reader experience these issues from all sides and she elicits empathy for all sides. That''s extraordinary! You will feel empathy for both sides of divorce, racism, youth gun violence, drug addiction and several other issues. I recognized every single one of these characters in my own life. The story is believable and moves at the exact right pace through tough issues. Great book for a bookclub!
One person found this helpful
Helpful
Report
Jules82
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Not Far from Here
Reviewed in the United States on August 12, 2018
As a former educator who lives a stone''s throw from St. Louis with a daughter who teaches third grade in a suburban St. Louis school, this book was of great interest to me. Ganshert tackles some tough and timely topics. Her characters and plot-line are engaging. My only... See more
As a former educator who lives a stone''s throw from St. Louis with a daughter who teaches third grade in a suburban St. Louis school, this book was of great interest to me. Ganshert tackles some tough and timely topics. Her characters and plot-line are engaging. My only criticism is there are so many characters that sometimes, they are hard to keep track of. The most prevalent theme of the story is that we must look past the color of one''s skin to the heart that lies within and the commonalities that all of us share. As we begin the 2018-19 school year in a nation increasingly divided, this message is more important than ever. I will definitely be trying more of Ganshert''s work.
Helpful
Report
Jane A. Powell
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Tough topics, good book
Reviewed in the United States on July 7, 2020
The author tackled so many issues in this book and handled them well. The racism theme is very relevant today, marital problems are always relevant, and then she tackled adoption of a child with trauma. All of that could have made this a very heavy book but it was not.... See more
The author tackled so many issues in this book and handled them well. The racism theme is very relevant today, marital problems are always relevant, and then she tackled adoption of a child with trauma. All of that could have made this a very heavy book but it was not. Really made me think about things in a different way, and that’s always good.
Helpful
Report
Cynthia Cline
4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Jamie Ivey book club pick
Reviewed in the United States on June 25, 2018
I struggled in the beginning to enjoy this book. It felt like I was trying to keep up with too many characters. Yet, shortly in, I started to enjoy the plot. I found myself not wanting to stop and managed to read half of the book in a day. I can’t say this book is for... See more
I struggled in the beginning to enjoy this book. It felt like I was trying to keep up with too many characters. Yet, shortly in, I started to enjoy the plot. I found myself not wanting to stop and managed to read half of the book in a day. I can’t say this book is for everyone, but it opened my eyes and I will recommend it to others!
4 people found this helpful
Helpful
Report

Top reviews from other countries

Tiffany
4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Good page turner
Reviewed in Canada on April 19, 2021
I''m not a novel critic whatsoever, but this book was very good. I finished it in less than a week which says a lot for me. I need to be pulled in by the author in the very beginning or else I''ll put it down and most likely take a looong time to finish - not having even...See more
I''m not a novel critic whatsoever, but this book was very good. I finished it in less than a week which says a lot for me. I need to be pulled in by the author in the very beginning or else I''ll put it down and most likely take a looong time to finish - not having even retained much of the book due to lack of interest. There are three main protagonists in this novel and the author does a good job at intertwining their stories as well as giving back-stories involving their lives. I would recommend!
Report
See all reviews
Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

Customers who viewed this item also viewed

Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

What other items do customers buy after viewing this item?

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale

No discount online One Ever Asked: A Novel outlet online sale