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From a USA TODAY AUTHOR OF WOMEN’S FICTION BEST SELLERS comes an uplifting tale of trust, love and friendship.
Abigail Anne Lannigan searched for these things all her life, now, when she is at the tail end of her years, she teams up with a free-spirited young woman. A nobody from nowhere, who suddenly moves in across the street. Their unusual friendship comes under suspicion when a million dollars goes missing and a distant relative, claims embezzlement. Abigail knows the truth of what happened but, unfortunately, she’ll never get the chance to tell.
Reminiscent of Fannie Flagg’s “Fried Green Tomatoes” the May-December friendship of these two unforgettable women is sure to settle in the soft spot of your heart.
The Twelfth Child, told in the timeless tradition of Southern Fiction, is a novel rich with emotion, humor and tenderness. A Historical Mystery set in the 20th Century, this is a story of love, friendship and one woman’s struggle to survive America’s Great Depression.
Literary awards for The Twelfth Child –
Amazon Historical/Mystery Fiction Bestseller
Royal Palm Literary Award
FPA President’s Book Award
National Association of American Pen Women Fiction Award
Praise for The Twelfth Child –
Her unique style of writing is timeless and her character building is inspiring. I admired the protagonist Abigail and her resilience to life and situation. She is a character of strength and courage, we can all learn a lesson from. Bette has such a way with words that you feel the happiness, love, hate, sadness, greed, and outrage of the characters. You know you’re reading a good story when you feel such emotions for the characters and their plight. They’re like real people you know and love. This is a deeply moving story that touches the core of your heart. Bette truly is a talented writer and a wonderful story teller. – Layered Pages
I really enjoyed this delightful, emotional novel by Bette Lee Crosby. I had a few laugh out loud moments; times when I wanted to slap a certain person – I loved Abigail Anne – her character was wonderful. The dreadful times of the Great Depression were heart wrenching, the delight of love and friendship made me smile. I have read a few by Bette and very much enjoy her writing; I have no hesitation in recommending this novel, which is book #1 in the Serendipity Series, highly. – Brenda on Goodreads
I can’t praise this book and the author enough…Ms. Crosby is amazing. Her writing is smooth, detailed, interesting, and it pulls you right into the story with believable characters and a wonderful flowing storyline. I couldn’t put this book down and was sad when it ended.
And…….the ending has a splendid lesson in itself. I truly enjoyed this incredible book. – Elizabeth of Silver’s ReviewsRead an excerpt from The Twelfth Child Book Discussion Questions for The Twelfth Child
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T is for Twelfth Child
“Ah yes,” he said, eying me top to toe, “Abigail Anne, the twelfth child of William Lannigan. As Will here knows, my grandmother was the first.”
Everyone knew Papa had other wives before Mama, but I wasn’t about to give this Johnny-come-lately the upper edge, so pretending that such news was of small consequence, I answered, “Do tell.” Right away, any hope for chubby-cheeked nieces and nephews was gone. It’s funny how you can take measure of some people from the very start; not just by their looks, but things you can’t even put a finger on—a lack of expression, eyes that look right past you, a hollowed out laugh. Elliott had all those, plus a bushy mustache that hung like an awning over his lip and hid the sneakiness of his mouth. When he spoke my name, he gave one of those hollowed out laughs, I suppose it was meant to sound friendly-like, but I could tell behind that bushy awning he had gritted-together teeth.
“Emerson?” I said, “I’ve no knowledge of any Emersons in our family.”
“Emerson is my father’s family name, but my mother was most certainly a Lannigan,” Elliott stated emphatically. “William Lannigan was my great grandfather. Bertha Abernathy, his first wife was my great grandmother.”
To my way of thinking, having a blood line that could be traced back to Papa didn’t say much for anyone. I was of a mind to say so but Will seemed to be taken by the man so I kept my opinion to myself. Of course, Will was the kind of person who could never see the bad in anyone. Once we were watching the television news and there was this story about a man who’d murdered his own mother—I said they ought to string him up; but my brother felt sorry for the guy. “Just think how troubled that poor soul must have been,” was all Will had to say. I’ll grant you Elliott and me might not have gotten off to such a poor start if I’d have been a bit more pleasant natured, but from the minute that man opened his mouth there was something about him that rankled me.