When a boy moves in next door, Ellie can't help but notice. But it's when he notices her that Ellie's emotions run away with her. She hasn't been noticed by anyone since she died over a hundred years ago. Short Story.
London from My Windows
β Scribed by Carter, Mary
- Book ID
- 108368226
- Publisher
- Kensington
- Year
- 2015
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 218 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781617737077
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Ava Wilder's home in small-town Iowa is her sanctuary. A talented sketch artist with severe agoraphobia, Ava spends her days drawing a far more adventurous life than her invisible disability allows. Until she receives a package from London, explaining that she has inherited her Aunt Beverly's entire estate--on condition that she lives in Bev's West End flat for a year.
Once overseas, Ava wonders if she's simply swapped one prison for another. The streets and shops are intimidating, and Bev's home appears to be a drop-in center for local eccentrics. Worst of all, Bev left a list of impossible provisos to be overseen by her quirky, attractive solicitor. Ava is expected to go out--to experience clubs, pubs, and culture; to visit Big Ben, Hyde Park, and the London Eye. After years of viewing the world through a pane of glass, she's at the messy, complicated center of it. As exhilarated as she is terrified, will she be able to step up, step out, and claim the life she was meant...
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