H is for Blueberry Hill

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Blueberry Hill

Blueberry Hill

Publisher: Bent Pine Publishing
ASIN: B00LD76K5I
CAN LOVE SAVE A SISTER FROM SELF-DESTRUCTION?
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CAN LOVE SAVE A SISTER FROM SELF-DESTRUCTION?

From a USA Today Author of Women’s Fiction Best Sellers comes this true story of mother-daughter relationship problems.

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Based on the actual events that took place in her family, Crosby calls this a memoir of sorts. She looks back to a time when the sisters were young enough to feel invincible and foolish enough to believe it would last forever. But, when her runaway sister disappears the family is thrown into a turmoil that ultimately changes everything.

This is a family saga that is both up-front and personal. In it Crosby bares her soul in a heartrending tale of smoking addiction, regrettable decisions and inevitable outcomes.

Blueberry Hill is a sad-but-true story of family matters, love and tragedy. It is one that will touch your heart and stay with you long after you have closed the book.

Praise for Blueberry Hill –

The covers Bette Lee Crosby chooses for her novels always make me wonder what will be between the pages. I feel there will be some laughs and some tears as we travel down the road of life with her realistic characters.

I never even looked at the synopsis, just picked up Blueberry Hill and started reading. After all, it’s Bette Lee, so I know it will be good. Oh man……this hits very close to home.

Donna killed herself. She didn’t do it by popping pills or slitting her wrists, but by her lifestyle choices.

Donna was carefree. She lived for the moment. She was popular, cool, and believed anything is possible. She would then proceed to make it happen. She was very generous; spent the money she earned, while Bette would save. Donna has attitude with a capital A. I am loving her.

The female version of Fonzi from Happy Days.

Mama said Bette was the oldest, so it was her responsibility to keep her two sisters out of trouble. I can see where that could lead to guilt for not doing more to save Donna from herself. I, too, have dealt with the issue of enabling. When is the time to step in? Do we have the right to tell someone how to live, even if they have chosen a destructive lifestyle?

Bette felt they were a normal family, until Donna ran away. Even after she came back, they were never the same. Donna fell in love with a loser, who divorced her and left her after she had a baby. She married him again and had another child, but the marriage didn’t stick. We don’t choose who we fall in love with. She never quit loving him, even until her death. She was a great mother, full of love. The real loss was when the nest was EMPTY.

“Having a sister is like having a thumb, you simply believe it will always be there, because how could you possible get along without it.”

I have tears in my eyes as I read this. I recently lost one of my sisters and this almost sounds like her biography. She used to call me tag-a-long when we were kids, because I followed her everywhere. It is still hard to believe she is really gone. We do become involved in our daily lives and think tomorrow I’ll….call her…get with her….take the time to stop in……At least I can take consolation in the fact that she lived her life the way she wanted ( like Donna).

Bette Lee Crosby left out the horrid details that would rip our hearts out, but I felt the pain, as she relived the memories. With the loss of my sister, I can relate to the story on a very personal level. When do you step in, especially when you know it will do no good? We must remember, it is their life. They are a grown up. We can lie to ourselves and live in denial, but what will be, will be. My sister and Donna chose their exit from this world. Won’t we do the same?

Bette’s books can be thought provoking, heart wrenching and uplifting all at the same time. She can make me sob like a baby, when my heart is broken and laugh like a happy child, when a delightful surprise comes my way. Bette Lee’s books don’t always end with a happy ever after, but they do cover a lot of life’s trials and tribulations that we are familiar with.

I received Blueberry Hill from Bette Lee in return for an honest, unbiased review.

“Wouldn’t you love to go there?”

“Go where?”

“Blueberry Hill.”

“Blueberry Hill isn’t a real place. It’s just a title somebody made up for the song.”

“Believe what you want, but I know it’s real.”

To give a lot when you have a lot is easy, but to give a lot when you have so little is indeed a gift of love.

“You can love her or hate her, but you will never control her.” My sister to a T.
-Sherry Fundin

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H is for Blueberry Hill

I try to clear my mind by recalling the warmth of a summer day. I think of the lilac trees in the side yard and remember how fragrantly they will blossom in a few short months. For some odd reason the song “Blueberry Hill” comes to mind, and I hum a few bars of it. I haven’t heard the song for ages, so why now? My thoughts slowly drift back to long-ago days. Days when Donna and I were both so young, still in school and still unsuspecting of the life ahead of us.

“Blueberry Hill” was her favorite song, and she could dance to it like no one else could. I picture her tight jeans wriggling across the gym dance floor to the bump-and-grind sound of Fats Domino and start to relive a night that is now a lifetime ago.

“Wouldn’t you love to go there?” Donna says.

“Go where?” I answer.

“Blueberry Hill.”

Realist that I am, I chuckle. “Blueberry Hill isn’t a real place. It’s just a title somebody made up for this song.”

Donna shrugs. “Believe what you want, but I know it’s real.”

These are good memories . I try to hang on to them, wriggling my toes beneath the mound of bubbles and stretching my mind to recall what my favorite song had been. There is nothing. That memory is gone, and now I can recall only the chugging sound of her suctioning machine.

One Response to “H is for Blueberry Hill”

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    Aline Miller

    Wonderful book. Pretty sure I rated it wherever I could. A must read like all you other books!

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