Lynn Westner is a slightly paranoid wife and mother spreading her wings by taking her first trip to Great Britain.
She has a change of plans once her seatmate offers her an opportunity of a lifetime: to travel with him and his band for two weeks. Lynn revels in being a groupie and stretches the limits of her comfort level when his wife comes to visit. Her experiences dring Lynn Westner is a slightly paranoid wife and mother spreading her wings by taking her first trip to Great Britain. Her experiences dring her time away from home force her to asess her life in Wichita. Come with Lynn as she takes the opportunity to find passion and experience life being good.
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Sensing Passion: Travels of a Fifty-Five Year Old Divorcee by Christy Cumberlander Walker
Edit: My mother caught me reading this she was intrigued by the black people on the cover - she's Bajan and asked to borrow it, now I'm wondering whether I'm going to get it back so I can finish it. Edit 2: Okay so I got this back a few days and I started reading it again from the beginning. I didn't get very far and have decided to put it down indefinitely. Despite loving the sense of humour, I was pretty disappointed that the main char Won this book on First Reads and just started reading it. Despite loving the sense of humour, I was pretty disappointed that the main character never makes it to the UK.
I live here and was looking forward to a foreigner's perception of my home country. Also I was a little unsure of the realism of walking off with a stranger to a strange place without anyone knowing where you are, I wondered why she didn't act on her "he could be a serial killer" thoughts.
Sensing Passion: Travels of a Fifty-Five Year Old Divorcee
Plus, if I had spent what would have been a lot of money and was going to be taking my first trip abroad I wouldn't be wasting that kind of opportunity for an unknown man. If she had made it to the UK and then abandoned the tour for the seemingly interesting stranger I might have felt differently.
But what really made me stop reading were the over-the-top cringe-worthy thoughts and antics, I found it too painful to continue. There is potential here especially with the incredible sense of humour but the thoughts, actions and behaviour of the characters need to be toned down and made more rational for it to appeal to a wider audience. View 1 comment.
Sep 26, Mandy rated it did not like it Shelves: firstreads. This book was a little different than the genre I usually chose. It tells the story of a woman who gets on a plane to go on a tour of the UK. Her seatmate to one side is also her "buddy" for her trip and is rather dull. Her seatmate to the other side is a tall, dark, and handsome stranger with whom she feels an instant connection and spark. He talks her into forgoing her planned trip to tour with him and his band around the US.
The main character is a married middle aged housewife and the myster This book was a little different than the genre I usually chose. The main character is a married middle aged housewife and the mysterious man she travels with is also married and middle aged we never learn his name, she always refers to him as Mr. MOP contacts his wife and has her "ok" the main character and perform a ceremony that bonds the main character and Mr.
MOP before they become intimate. The wife leaves and says she won't disturb their time while in the US, but her husband is hers in Europe. The story tells a little about where the band plays but mostly tells about the two main characters, shall we say, private moments. I ended up skipping quite a few pages because of the content and I couldn't confidently recommend it to my friends to read. View all 3 comments. Aug 12, Assirahc rated it liked it. This was one of those books that I was excited about It was a great summary The story started off pretty good Grown Woman going off on her own on a tour to Britain then meeting a stranger on the plane that she connects with although she tries not to She runs of with him on his band tour and abandons her own trip to the UK It seemed like it was making its way towards being a great romantic read I still don't get why they did what they did but overall it was an okay read He lived at the side of the road, in a framed house, which had never been plastered within - the weather-boards being the only wall.
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He had about fifty acres of land enclosed by a fence, the remains of a farm which had once covered two or three hundred acres; but the cedar bushes had encroached upon all sides, until the cultivation had been confined to its present limits. The land was the picture of sterility, and there was neither barn nor stable on the Page 33 place. The owner was ragged, and his wife and children were in a similar plight.
It was with difficulty that we obtained a bushel of corn, which our master ordered us to parch at a fire made in the yard, and to eat for our supper. Even this miserable family possessed two slaves, half-starved, half-naked wretches, whose appearance bespoke them familiar with hunger, and victims of the lash; but yet there was one pang which they had not known - they had not been chained and driven from their parents or children, into hopeless exile. We left this place early in the morning, and directed our course toward the south-west; our master riding beside us, and hastening our march, sometimes by words of encouragement, and sometimes by threats of punishment.
The women took their place in the rear of our line.
We halted about nine o'clock for breakfast and received as much corn-bread as we could eat, together with a plate of boiled herrings, and about three pounds of pork amongst us. Before we left this place, I was removed from near the middle of the chain, and placed at the front end of it; so that I now became the leader of the file, and held this post of honor until our irons were taken from us, near the town of Columbia in South Carolina. We continued our route this day along, the high road between the Potomac and Rappahannock; and I saw each of those Page 34 rivers several times before night.
Our master gave us no dinner to-day, but we halted and got as much corn-mush and sour milk as we could eat for supper. The weather grew mild and pleasant, and we needed no more fires at night. From this time we all slept promiscuously, men and women on the doors of such houses as we chanced to stop at. We passed on through Bowling Green, a quiet village.
Time did not reconcile me to my chains, but it made me familiar with them. I reflected on my desperate situation with, a degree of calmness, hoping that I might be able to devise some means of escape. My master placed a particular value upon me, for I heard him tell a tavern-keeper that if he had me in Georgia he could get eight hundred dollars for me, but he had bought me for his brother, and believed he should not sell me; he afterwards changed his mind, however. I carefully examined every part of our chain, but found no place where it could be separated.
We all had as much corn-bread as we could eat, procured of our owner at the places we stopped at for the night. In addition to this we usually had a salt herring every day.
On Sunday we had a quarter of a pound of bacon each. We continued our course up the country westward for a few days and then turned South, crossed James Page 35 river above Richmond, as I heard at the time. After more than four weeks of travel we entered South Carolina near Camden, and for the first time I saw a field of cotton in bloom. As we approached the Yadkin river the tobacco disappeared from the fields and the cotton plant took its place as an article of general culture.
I was now a slave in South Carolina, and had no hope of ever again seeing my wife and children. I had at times serious thoughts of suicide so great was my anguish. If I could have got a rope I should have hanged myself at Lancaster. The thought of my wife and children I had been torn from in Maryland, and the dreadful undefined future which was before me, came near driving me mad. It was long after midnight before I fell asleep, but the most pleasant dream, succeeded to these sorrowful forebodings. I thought I had escaped my master, and through great difficulties made my way back to Maryland, and was again in my wife's cabin with my little children on my lap.
Every object was so vividly impressed on my mind in this dream, that when I awoke, a firm conviction settled upon my mind, that by some means, at present incomprehensible to me, I should yet again embrace my wife, and caress my children in their humble dwelling. Early in the morning, our master called us up and distributed to each of the party a Page 36 cake made of corn-meal and a small piece of bacon. On our journey, we had only eaten twice a day, and had not received breakfast until about nine o'clock; but he said this morning meal was given to welcome us to South Carolina. He then addressed us all, and told us we might now give up all hope of ever returning to the places of our nativity; as it would be impossible for us to pass through the States of North Carolina and Virginia, without being taken up and sent back.
He further advised us to make ourselves contented, as he would take us to Georgia, a far better country than any we had seen; and where we would be able to live in the greatest abundance. About sunrise we took up our march on the road to Columbia, as we were told.