Savannah from Savannah
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I'm coming home to prove something..to my city, my mother, and myself.
It is a place known to most as Savannah. It is a place known to me as home. I wish I could tell you it was my love for this city that precipitated my return. But I did not return out of a mere longing for home. I returned because I have something to prove to home. I am Savannah...from Savannah.
Seeing my mother as the lead story on the six o'clock news was no great cause for alarm...until the camera revealed her chained to a downtown monument!
I thought I knew my mother–but right now I'm not sure I even know myself. I'm currently a journalist for the Savannah Chronicle. And I don't need drama. Really, I can create my own. Who needs extra? But in spite of the mind–boggling events in Savannah this week, the truth is going to...
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|1 of 1||East - Adult Fiction||Fiction Jones|
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|1 of 1||Main Library - Adult Fiction||Fiction Jones|
|Pub. Date||Publisher||Phys Desc.||Language||Availability|
|c2006.||WestBow Press,||314 p. ; 22 cm.||English|
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Edmondson Pike - Adult Fiction
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First, I had to lie to my boss. (Sort of.) Then my parents had a fight. (They never fight.) The pint–sized lapdog that is treated better than I am has thrown up. (Twice.) This vacation hasn't even started...and I'm ready to go home.
No one in her right mind would actually choose to spend a week at the beach with a steel–Magnolia drama queen, a tragically disappointed diva–in–training, and a yapping, hurling, supremely annoying little...