You won’t be sidetracked while reading Sidetracked by Brandilyn Collins!

sidetrackedI was hooked by the end of the third paragraph: Spring was my favorite season. Once. Delanie leaves a bridal shower for her best friend, Clara, and drives towards home dreaming of being the next bride. Nearing home, she sees a figure standing in the shadows, “legs apart, as though ready to run. A chill needled my bones….I couldn’t see his eyes, but I felt them lock onto me.” Wondering if a burglar was loose in their small town of Redbud, Delanie thinks perhaps she should warn the neighbors. Looking down the street, she sees something lying on the sidewalk. “The chill inside me crackled to ice….But deep within I knew. Death had followed me.”

Are you hooked yet? I couldn’t put the book down until I finished it in the wee hours. Collins’ writing is rich with description, poignant with meaning, tantalizing as to script. What did Delanie mean? Who or what was on the sidewalk? What did she mean that death had followed her? You, too, will find it difficult to put down the book and won’t get sidetracked reading it. This is one of Brandilyn’s best – don’t miss this five-star mystery chockful of suspense!


I looked down today as I was typing and saw my mother’s hands – wrinkled, with age spots, slightly shaky. I looked into my mirror today and saw my mother’s face – wrinkled, pale blue eyes, white hair. But she’s not here! my inner child cried. How can I be seeing her? Then I realized it was me I saw – I’ve grown old. I am not as sprightly as once I was. Aches and pains are a normal part of my life now. I’ve gotten slower, but time has sped up.

How can that be? It was only yesterday I was riding my bike with my friends and stealing apples off the sheriff’s tree. It was only yesterday I was eating shrimp pizza at the Spoon across the street from Mac. It was only yesterday I smiled at Roy with tears in my eyes as I became his wife. It was only yesterday I cruised with Mom on Silverseas. It was only yesterday we moved to Orlando in the sun and fun. It was only yesterday Boot Pond became our home. How can it be that sixty-six years have passed when I still feel twelve at times? How can it be we’ve been married thirty-one years? How can it be that that little girl in the fuzzy bear coat is mom to our three-year-old grandson?

Time – it’s a curious thing. It passes so slowly when we’re anticipating something and races by when we’re not looking. And I’ve become my mom. As a needlepoint picture she lovingly crafted for me states:

“Mirror, mirror on the wall – I’m my Mother after all!”

Home Front – We don’t even know what it means…

81B0WoTU8LL._SL1500_I am writing with tears running down my face. I’ve just finished the story of a heroic soldier – a member of the National Guard who was called up to go to war in Iraq – a helicopter pilot who was a soldier through and through. Everyone needs to read this book. We need to know what it is like to be called to war – what it means to leave home and children and spouses behind – what hardships are endured – the small things that bring joy and memories of the home front. We need to know what it is like to return home to those who were left behind on the home front knowing you were forever changed.

You need to read this story of Jolene and Michael and their children, Betsy and Lulu – of Tami and Carl and their son, Seth. You need to feel the joys they felt in the ordinariness of daily life and how that daily life turned into a different kind of ordinariness on the battlefield. And you need to read the struggles of coming home.

You’ll finally have a glimmering of understanding when you finish reading and I pray you, too, have tears running down your faces at the incredible courage of the men and women of our military who serve to protect us here on the home front.

This is Kristin Hannah at her most superb – I can’t imagine what you went through as you researched this, Kristin, but I am oh so glad you did. Thank you for your service and helping us understand!