This is the third of three excerpts from Lisa Scottoline's new novel, "Damaged," now in stores.Chapter Two, cont'd 'He broke up with Suzanne when she got pregnant. She met him up at Penn State. She was in the honors program but when she got pregnant, she dropped out. Suzanne could have been an accountant, too. " Edward shook his head. "Anyway, we heard he died in a motorcycle accident, two years later."
This is the second of three excerpts from Lisa Scottoline's new novel, "Damaged," now in stores. Chapter Two 'Good morning, I'm Mary DiNunzio." Mary closed the door as O'Brien tucked his napkin in the pocket of his worn khakis, which he had on with a boxy navy sports jacket that hung on his long, bony frame. His blue-striped tie lay against his
This is the first of three excerpts from Lisa Scottoline's new novel, "Damaged," which comes out Tuesday. Chapter One Mary DiNunzio hurried down the pavement, late to work because she'd had to stop by their new caterer and try crabmeat dumplings with Asian pears. Her stomach grumbled, unaccustomed to shellfish for breakfast, much less pears of any ethnicity.
I don't think my body was made for running. I took a human evolution class in college, and the professor presented his theory that early humans evolved as a species because our bodies were uniquely suited to long-distance running. Our quick-cooling slender body shape, our flexible cervical spine ke
Guess who's coming over this week. The USA. OK, I'm exaggerating. But only a little. Let me explain. About a month or so ago, I found out that Francesca and I were scheduled to be on Good Morning America, which is very big news. We were booked to talk about our funny series that's coming out next month, as well as my thrillers and novels. We were superexcited because the show has a bazillion viewers, and obviously, this would expose our books to a national audience.
I'm being gaslighted by my refrigerator. For months, I'd been suspicious of my freezer; specifically, that it's thawing and refreezing my food. A bag of frozen peas, once loose and flexible, is transmuted into a solid block of bumpy ice by the time I go to cook them. No matter how many times I've sneaked "just a spoonful" from a pint of ice cream - yes, living-alone rules - the ice cream's surface will be rendered smooth and flat, the evidence of my nibbling erased.
Lisa Scottoline and her daughter Francesca Serritella write a column, Chick Wit, for The Sunday Inquirer's Arts&Entertainment section. Lisa is a New York Times best-selling novelist with some 30 million copies in print worldwide. She won the Edgar Award for suspense writing, and is the president of the Mystery Writers of America. She is a Philadelphia native who lives in Chester County with four dogs, two cats, and several chickens. Visit Lisa at www.scottoline.com.
Francesca Serritella graduated cum laude from Harvard University, where she won the Thomas Temple Hoopes Prize, the Le Baron Russell Briggs Fiction Prize, and the Charles Edmund Horman Prize for her creative writing. She is working on a novel, and lives in New York with only one dog, so far. Visit Francesca at www.francescaserritella.com.