Hubs and I have an agreement of sorts. I watch chick-flicks with his mother and he watches shoot 'em ups with his dad. When we watch movies together, they must be about sports or horses (and occasional dog movie sneaks it's way in as well as a Hallmark Hall of Famer, but if you watch closely, it probably still has sports or horses in it). I don't like blood and gore, he doesn't like cliche, neither of us like to watch people make really stupid mistakes--even if they are fiction.All of that to say, that if Allison Pittman's Stealing Home were made into a movie, it would be one we'd both really enjoy. Nothing like a good, turn-of-the-century baseball flick, or in this instance, book.
It’s 1905 and the Chicago Cubs are banking on superstar Donald “Duke” Dennison’s golden arm to help them win the pennant. Only one thing stands between Duke and an unprecedented ten thousand dollar contract: alcohol.
That’s when sportswriter David Voyant whisks Duke to the one-horse town of
Ned Clovis, the feed store clerk, has secretly loved Ellie Jane since childhood, but he loves baseball and the Duke almost as much–until he notices Ellie Jane may be succumbing to the star’s charm.
Then there’s Morris, a twelve-year-old Negro boy, whose only dream is to break away from Picksville. When Duke discovers his innate talent for throwing a baseball, Morris might just have found his way out.
Four individuals, each living in haunted isolation, each harboring a secret passion.
OK, OK, you caught me. And sci-fi, but it just didn't fit into this post, now did it?
1 comment:
This sounds like one I need to add to my "to be read" list. Thanks!
Post a Comment