Sunday, January 31, 2021

This Week at Silver's Reviews


Taking a look at the first week of February!!

Hope to see you....quite a few reviews of FAB books.

Saturday, January 30, 2021

Friday, January 29, 2021


Thank you to eggs of Litsy:



Today’s Prompt:  RED

LOVED, LOVED, LOVED both of these books.


Book Blogger Hop - 1/29 - 2/4


Question of the Week:

Do you share books? If so, do you have a system to keep track of whom you lend books to? (submitted by Elizabeth @ Silver's Reviews)
My Answer:

I do share my books but only with trusted friends.

My system is to take a photo of what I give to each person.

I used to record the books in an Excel sheet, but the photo works much better.

Friendly Fill-Ins - 1/29/2021


1. So far 2021 is ___________.

2. A book (movie or song) title that best describes my life is ____________.

3. _________ was a pleasant surprise.

4. I learned that _________ is a recipe for disaster.

1.  So far 2021 is good....I got my first Covid vaccine yesterday.
2.  A book (movie or song) title that describes my life is one I made up:  I'm happy!!
3.  Having a temperature of 50 degrees in January in Pennsylvania was a pleasant surprise.
4.  I learned that requesting too many books for review is a recipe for disaster.

Thursday, January 28, 2021

PROMPT: Powerful

Thanks to these Litsy folks for today’s prompt:




Today’s Prompt:  POWERFUL 

Nigeria, London, Little Bee, Sarah, Lawrence, Andrew, and Batman....all different lives all connected through good and bad situations.

The beginning pages are very clever and creative and you think it will be a funny is intense.  You will be drawn into the story very easily, though.

It is a powerful, thought-provoking novel.


Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Spotlight and Amazon Gift Card Giveaway of Sweet Water by Cara Reinard

Sweet Water

by Cara Reinard

January 1-31, 2021 Tour


What did her son do in the woods last night? Does a mother really want to know?

It’s what Sarah Ellsworth dreamed of. Marriage to her childhood sweetheart, Martin. Living in a historic mansion in Pennsylvania’s most exclusive borough. And Finn, a teenage son with so much promise. Until…A call for help in the middle of the night leads Sarah and Martin to the woods, where they find Finn, injured, dazed, and weeping near his girlfriend’s dead body. Convinced he’s innocent, Sarah and Martin agree to protect their son at any cost and not report the crime.

But there are things Sarah finds hard to reconcile: a cover-up by Martin’s family that’s so unnervingly cold-blooded. Finn’s lies to the authorities are too comfortable, too proficient, not to arouse her suspicions. Even the secrets of the old house she lives in seem to be connected to the incident. As each troubling event unfolds, Sarah must decide how far she’ll go to save her perfect life.

Sweet Water Reviews:

“An unsparing account of ‘rich people problems’ that goes on forever, like all the best nightmares." —Kirkus Reviews

Book Details:

Genre: Domestic Thriller, Crime Fiction
Published by: Thomas & Mercer
Publication Date: January 1st 2021
Number of Pages: 364
ISBN: 1542024935 (ISBN13: 978-1542024938)
Purchase Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads

Read an excerpt:

Chapter 1

I reach for my phone inside my purse slung around my neck. It’s dangling behind my back because I had nowhere else to put it while examining the body.

“Sarah, is she breathing?” Martin asks. I turn my head to find him, but it’s too dark.

I stumble, disoriented under the canopy of trees. We’re somewhere off Fern Hollow Road, the closest turnoff to Finn’s pinned iPhone location.

“I d-don’t know,” I sputter, still shocked we found her and not Finn when we parked the car and hiked the rest of the way into Sewickley Heights Park.

“Check her—now. I need to find Finn.” Martin’s voice fades into the forest, and all I want to do is follow him, but I just spoke to my son on the phone. His speech was slurred, and his girlfriend is . . .

“Oh God.” I open my mouth and let out a strangled breath, so sick that I sway to the side.

My eyes water as I kneel beside Yazmin Veltri, a girl I’ve known for only the briefest period. The wetness soaks through the holes in my jeans, settling into my bare kneecaps, ice on bone.

“Yazmin?” I shine my phone’s light in her direction, but I’m stopped by the certain hint of marijuana.

Shit. All these years working with at-risk young women, and I couldn’t see that Finn was dating one.

“Please,” I beg the starlit sky peeking through the trees. “Let her be breathing.”

I sniffle and inhale the truth through the rotting leaves. Something terrible has happened here, and I’m too late. The autumn mist snakes in through my nose, out through my mouth, emitting tiny white puffs of air.

The forest ground is slippery, a feathered blanket beneath my knees, slathering the tops of my shoes.

I hear more hurried footsteps. Martin sounds like a mouse lost in a maze. Has he found Finn? I need to go to him, but my husband told me to stay here.

The branches scratch the tops of my feet as I move closer to her, the fallen leaves collecting between my knees. Yazmin could still be alive. A bitter taste rises in my mouth as I bite my tongue, and I’m close enough to touch her now.

My arm trembles as I place two fingers on the cold flesh of her neck. Not only cold—wet. I can’t see what I’m touching, but I can feel her absence. Right below her jawline, in the space beside her trachea where I know a steady drumbeat should exist, there’s nothing.

No pulse. My heartbeat quickens and plummets. Oh God.

My blood is rushing. Pounding. I’m sweating despite the near-thirty-degree temperature. I dip my head closer to Yazmin’s chest, careful not to tangle my hair with hers. I’ve checked on my kids enough times in the middle of the night to know this girl’s not breathing. I shut my eyes and listen anyway.

Sure enough, the steady rise and fall of Yazmin’s chest is absent along with her pulse.

“She’s dead. We have to call the police,” I announce, loud enough for Martin to hear, but not nearly as loud as the screaming in my head.

Call somebody! Help!

I hear Martin crunch closer, and I turn my back on the girl.

I scoot up on my legs and use my hands to push myself into a crouching position. My breath is heavy, and everything on my body—my hands, my knees—rattles with fear. I hear a cry in the distance.

My son’s cry. And then Martin’s rustling footsteps. Beside me again.

“Where is he?” I ask.

“He’s okay, but . . .” Martin nods to the right. “He’s injured. We need to get him out of here, Sarah.”

“Okay,” I say, but I close my eyes because my head is a ringing bell of stress even though this wooded area is one of the things that drew me to this town. The park is near the country club where we’re members, where Martin’s family have been members for years, and things like this just don’t happen here.

“Let’s go, Sarah!” Martin urges.

My eyes snap open, and I hold up my phone. “Wait. I’m calling 911. For her.”

“No.” Martin swats my hand away with the flick of his strong knuckles. The blood on my palms makes everything slick, and my cell phone goes flying across the forest like a bar of soap in the shower. I slip sideways into a bramble of branches and land on my left hip, staring at my husband’s garish face in the moonlight. He looks unfamiliar, that expression one reserved for when he loses business at work, a rare occurrence. Martin is an innovator, his causes noble. Sometimes I don’t approve of how he does things, but I usually approve of why.

“Damn it.” Martin scrambles to find my phone. Right now, I don’t approve at all.

“Why did you do that?” I ask, but I’m more surprised that he’s hit me than I am by the fact that he doesn’t agree with my decision to call the police.

“It will get reported tomorrow. We need to leave with Finn. Now.”

“What? That makes no sense.”

Martin retrieves my phone, and I’m trying to get his attention, but he’s looking right past me at the gas pipeline in the distance, a clear-cut, inclined path free of foliage about a thousand yards long in the mountainous terrain. Martin and I messed around with sleds one winter on a protected slope of land just like it, and I think maybe Finn and Yazmin planned their own adventure out here tonight and something went terribly wrong.

“Martin.” I try to get up, but my foot slips on a mossy rock.

He grabs my arm. Then drops it. “Watch yourself,” he says, but he doesn’t help me rise. He’s too busy texting.

It’s then that I hear water rushing nearby. The river rocks are indigenous to this area, like everything else woodsy and serene in Sewickley.

Sewickley, the Shawnee word for sweet water, derived from the tribe’s belief that the borough’s shores were a little sweeter on that stretch of the Ohio River, the maple trees that grow at its shores only part of the saccharine story.

“Who’re you texting?” I’m crying and my hands are still wet, but I can’t wipe them. There’s blood all over my palms, and I can’t remember how it got there; head wounds bleed the worst.

“Hold on!” Martin is standing with his back to me now, holding his phone in the air like he’s trying to decide what to do with it, a six-foot silhouette of trepidation. He scratches his dark hair and rubs his cell phone on his sweater-vest, but he doesn’t use it to call anyone, only texts.

“I’m getting legal advice from my father,” Martin says.

His father?

I picture William Sr. texting back from the comfort of one of his high-back chairs inside his home, one of the few estates that make up Sewickley Heights like a richly woven patchwork quilt—the expensive kind sewn together with colonials surrounded by alabaster columns and mile-long driveways.


William’s house is a fat-thatched Tudor hiding behind manicured bushes, a peek of white here, a slip of brown there, but there’s no hiding from this.

“Of course you have to report it!” I look again—at her—and the blood is already congealing around her open head wound, her neck bent at an awkward angle, a matchstick snapped in half. The rushing water streams just behind her.

Martin’s tugging on my coat. “Get up, Sarah. We have to go.”

“We can’t leave her.” Yazmin’s long black hair is covering the expression on her face, although the one I imagine is stuck there will haunt me more than the one I cannot see. She rests on her back, and it would be an odd way to fall, backward instead of forward, her hands crossed over her chest as if she were thwarting an attack. It reminds me of a tae kwon do block from when Finn used to take classes. We’d enrolled him when he was a child because he was painfully shy, whereas Spencer, his older brother, was frequently mentioned by his teachers as boisterous or exuberant, adjectives used in private schools to describe disruptive overachievers. I might expect Spencer to get into trouble with a girl like this, but not my poor Finny.

I turn toward Martin. He’s speaking, but I’ve stopped listening.

His eyes are pleading. “She’s dead. We can’t help her. Finn was the last person with her.”


“He’s on something, Sarah. Drugs.” Martin shakes his head furiously. “This looks bad.”

I can hear what he’s saying, but I’ve retreated into my own body, and I don’t even know who we are right now.

We used to be Martin and Sarah Ellsworth of Blackburn Road.

We were the couple sitting at a corner table at a fancy restaurant, splitting a bottle of wine. Laughing at each other’s jokes.

“We have to do something for her.” My voice is swallowed by the humming sounds of the forest and the flapping of the leaves on the trees, the river. She’s already dead, but we need to make sure she’s at least taken to the hospital so her parents can identify her. Bile rises in my mouth. My heart is beating so fast, drowning out everything else, but I faintly hear Finn’s voice again nearby.

“I’m sorry.” Martin extends his arm to help me up, but I waggle my finger in the air at him, pointing to my hands, reminding my brainy husband that I’m bloodied and pulling me up isn’t a good idea. I must’ve made the mistake of touching Yazmin in the wrong place.

“Right.” He draws his palms back.

My legs won’t work. I gaze up, silently praying. The large enveloping trees of Sewickley Heights tower above us like old wealthy gatekeepers winking in the night.

“I need your help. I can’t move him on my own, Sarah,” Martin reveals.

I close my eyes, wishing it all away. It’s all a bad dream.

“Can we just make an anonymous call from a pay phone or something? For her parents’ sake, at least?”

“You can’t. They’ll try to interview Finn, see the drug use, and assume the worst. He’ll go to jail.” His voice is thick with desperation. “Sarah, this will ruin Finn’s life. This isn’t his fault!” Martin kicks a stone with his worn loafer, a product from one of the posh boutiques that line downtown Sewickley, a mishmash of overpriced things people don’t really need displayed in windowed storefronts on cobblestone streets. There’s a place to reupholster old furniture with patterns better left to die with their original owners, a claw-foot-tub specialist, an herbal spa with enough fresh fruit remedies to double as a bakery, the imported-leather-shoe store.

I bought Martin the shoes he has on now, and he’s worn them down to the soles. He’s practical, a computer engineer and CEO of a robotics start-up in the Strip District. He does things that make sense.

But right now, he’s not making any.

“Maybe she slipped.” My voice is shallow like the night air sneaking away from my lips, but the idea of an accident fills my heart with hope. “We’ll leave an anonymous tip.” If I had my phone, I’d call myself.

I’d explain this is exactly how we found her. She wasn’t even near our son when we discovered her body.

Unless . . . we’ve messed with the scene of the crime so much that we’ve hurt Finn more than helped him. I look down at my bloody hands and cringe. As far as we know, Finn is the last one who saw Yazmin alive. This could be very bad for him. “Shit.”

Martin grabs me by the arm. “We have to go, Sarah. Get up.” I can’t see much of Martin’s face but the stringy blue vein in his forehead that only comes out when he’s upset.

It’s been only minutes, but we need to move—faster.

“We need to go to him,” I say.

“Yes.” Martin nods.

I’m in shock. That’s what’s wrong with me. I blindly follow Martin, adrenaline fueling my limbs. Finn is off the beaten path, and I feel as though I’ve already failed him for taking so long. He’s huddled over a pile of leaves, his knees tucked into his chest like he used to do when he was a little kid. He looks so small right now.

So young.

A little boy who fell off his scooter and skinned his knee. I wish this problem were as easy to fix.

I wipe my hands on my jeans and throw my arms around him.

“I’m here. Mom’s here.” Finn’s crying and I don’t know how to make it better for him. He obviously didn’t mean for the girl to get hurt, but this was no accident either. He’s made a terrible mistake, gotten himself into a horrible predicament. So Finn did what we always told him to do if he was ever in trouble—he called us.


Excerpt from Sweet Water by Cara Reinard. Copyright 2021 by Cara Reinard. Reproduced with permission from Cara Reinard. All rights reserved.

Author Bio:

Cara Reinard is an author of women’s fiction and domestic. She currently lives north of Pittsburgh with her husband, two children, and Bernese mountain dog.

For more information, visit:
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Twitter - @carareinard
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Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Begin with "M"

The two books on the ends were read and enjoyed quite a while ago.

The two in the middle were recent and enjoyable.

Monday, January 25, 2021

Spotlight and Giveaway of The Summer Breeze by Shail Rajan



Title: The Summer Breeze (

Author: Shail Rajan

Genre: Chick Lit

Page Count: 249 pages on Kindle & Kindle Unlimited, 421 pages in paperback  

Publisher: Kindle Direct Publishing
Self-Published?: Yes



"Reading [The Summer Breeze] was like watching a movie in my head. This is one of those books where the characters stay with you even when you put the book down - you will be left thinking of them as old friends, wondering what they are up to and how they are doing. This is the perfect book to escape from the daily grind, so grab a hot cup of tea, cozy up under your favorite blanket and enjoy!" (Amazon Review)

"Are you looking for an escape? This is the perfect book to do it with. Relaxing and enjoyable with characters you like to read about. Take a break from life and enjoy!" (Goodreads Review)



Tired of her fast-paced life in New York City, Callie leaves it all behind to embark on an adventure that will bring her to a new town, a new home, a new career, and possibly, a new love.

Callie Williams loved the quaint upstate region of New York State where she grew up but left it behind to pursue her career in the Big Apple. After years of working long hours and climbing the corporate ladder, she finds herself unhappily engaged to a powerful politician’s son. All that changes in an unexpected instant and upends life as she knows it. Unsure of what to do, Callie finds herself back in her hometown, back in her childhood bedroom.

Surrounded by her family and the countryside she loves, Callie is more relaxed than she has been in years, yet she feels restless. She yearns to find a place for herself – a new career, a home of her own. A life changing idea presents itself, and Callie decides it is time to take the leap. She soon finds herself the owner of a new business and knee deep in a major home renovation. But that’s not all she finds….



Shail Rajan is the author of The Summer Breeze, a novel that takes place in beautiful Upstate New York where she grew up and which she loves dearly.  She makes certain to visit Upstate New York every year, and her children love it as much as she does.

Shail now resides in the Bay Area with her husband and three children. When she is not writing and reading, she dedicates her time to volunteering, cooking, DIYing, and vegetable gardening.

Follow Shail on Instagram at @shailrajanauthor and at







It's Monday!! What Are YOU Reading? - 1/25/2021

I hope you had a great reading week.
This is a weekly meme hosted by Kathryn at BOOK DATE!

Post the books completed, the books you are currently reading, and the books you hope to finish at some point.
Books Completed:

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE by Carola Lovering - review will be on March 1, 2021 - finished on January 21.
FLOWERS OF DARKNESS by Tatiana De Rosnay - review will be on February 24.
Not a favorite....futuristic isn't my cup of tea.
THE FAMILY SHIP by Sonja Yoerg - review will be on February 23.

What a BEAUTIFUL read!!
THE ECHO WIFE - Sarah Galley - review will be on February 16.

This is the most bizarre book I have ever read.
THE PARIS LIBRARY by Janet Skeslien Charles - review will be on February 9, 2021 - finished on January 5.

THE SURVIVORS by Jane Harper - review will be on February 5 - finished at 11:50 p.m. on December 31.
THE LAST TIARA by M. J. Rose - review will be on February 4 - finished on December 27.
THE NATURE OF FRAGILE THINGS by Susan Meissner - review will be on February 3 - finished on December 23.
THE GIRL FROM THE CHANNEL ISLANDS by Jenny LeCoat - review will be on February 2 - finished on December 20.

Book Currently Reading:

THE LOST APOTHECARY by Sarah Penner - review will be on March 3.
Books Up Next:

EVERY LAST FEAR by Alex Finley - review will be on March 4.
SURVIVING SAVANNAH by Patti Callahan - review will be on March 9.

OFF THE WILD COAST OF BRITTANY by Juliet Blackwell - review will be on March 10, 2021.

HER DARK LIES by J. T. Ellison - review will be on March 11.
THE SWEET TASTE OF MUSCADINES by Pamela Terry - review will be on March 16, 2021.

ARE WE THERE YET by Kathleen West - review will be on March 17, 2021.

THE WHISPERING HOUSE by Elizabeth Brooks - review will be on March 18, 2021.
THE WOMEN OF CHATEAU LAFAYETTE by Stephanie Dray - review will be on March 30, 2021.

MOTHER MAY I by Joshilyn Jackson - review will be on April 6, 2021.

THE GOOD SISTER by Sally Hepworth - review will be on April 13, 2021.

BITTERROOT LAKE by Alicia Beckman - review will be on April 14.
THE PERFECT DAUGHTER by D. J. Palmer - review will be on April 20, 2021.
THE LAST NIGHT IN LONDON by Karen White - review will be on April 21, 202.
THE SOCIAL GRACES by Renee Rosen - review will be on April 22, 2021.

MIRRORLAND by Carole Johnstone - review will be on April 23, 2021.
THE LAST BOOKSHOP IN LONDON by Madelein Martin - review will be on April 27, 2021.

RUBY FALLS by Deborah Goodrich Falls - review will be on May 4, 2021.
THE SOUND OF WINGS by  Suzanne Simonetti - review will be on May 5, 2021.
THE WOMAN WITH THE BLUE STAR by Pam Jenoff - review will be on May 6, 2021.
THE NEWCOMER by Mary Kay Andrews - review will be on May 7.

THE HUNTING WIVES by May Cobb - review will be on May 18.

LOCAL WOMAN MISSING by Mary Kubica - review will be on May 19.
WHEN ROBINS APPEAR by Denise Webb - review will be on May 27, 2021.

IN TIMES OF RAIN AND WAR by Camron Wright - review will be on June 7.
THE SISTERS OF THE RESISTANCE by Christine Wells - review will be on June 8.
THE FIANCEE by Kate White - review will be on June 29.
STRANGER IN THE MIRROR by Liv Constantine - review will be on July 6, 2021.
THE IRISH STORM by J. Walter Ring - review will be on July 30.

DARK ROADS by Chevy Stevens - review will be on August 3, 2021.

IN MY DREAMS I HOLD A KNIFE by Ashley Windstead - review will be on August 4.