Why I Like Spring by Diana Rubino
I live in New England—need I say more?
Spring in New England means only a few more freak snowstorms and that odd day when you can throw on a T-shirt and shorts and jump on your bike for that first delightful Dairy Queen. . But I heard a mourning dove the other day, which is a sure sign that spring is on the way.
In this area, we get a lot of spring days that are downright dreary, with overcast leaden skies, a fine mist falling, and that raw chill that goes right through you. But a day like that brings promise. It’s no longer the bitter cold with the arctic blasts. The wind carries a promising fragrance, and you can almost smell the grass struggling to peek through the patches of snow. Hearty New Englanders are out wearing shorts and T-shirts, even though it’s still in the high 40s or low 50s. We wear our Red Sox caps. All those signs point to that magical day when we can wear those T-shirts without shivering, sit in the ballpark munching peanuts, and inhale a lungful of lilac-scented breeze on a jog.
It takes a while to get here, but when it does, we appreciate it all the more.
Diana’s latest title, Book Three of her NYC Saga, THE END OF CAMELOT, is set around the assassination of President Kennedy. You can read about it on her blog, and join in the lively chat at the end of the post. Share your memories of that day, your conspiracy theories, and reminisce about the days before we ‘lost our innocence.’
Visit www.dianarubinoauthor.blogspot.com. THE END OF CAMELOT had its worldwide release on April 10, published with The Wild Rose Press.
November 22, 1963: The assassination of a president devastates America. But a phone call brings even more tragic news to Vikki Ward — her TV reporter husband was found dead in his Dallas hotel room that morning.
Finding his notes, Vikki realizes her husband was embroiled in the plot to kill JFK—but his mission was to prevent it. When the Dallas police rule his death accidental, Vikki vows to find out who was behind the murders of JFK and her husband. With the help of her father and godfather, she sets out to uncover the truth.
Aldobrandi Po, the bodyguard hired to protect Vikki, falls in love with her almost as soon as he sets eyes on her. But he’s engaged to be married, and she’s still mourning her husband. Can they ever hope to find happiness in the wake of all this tragedy?
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First Lines of Book:
Washington, D.C., September, 1959
Vikki McGlory aimed her Smith & Wesson .38 and fired at the metal target.
“Bull’s eye.” She kissed the gun’s warm barrel. A smudged red lip print bloomed against the steel gray metal.
Diana’s Favorite Passage:
Billy came down the stairs for a nightcap and glanced into the living room. He noticed the glow in the fireplace, Vikki’s eyeglasses and the anisette bottle on the table. The couch faced the other way, but nobody was sitting on it. “Where’d they go?” Then he realized they hadn’t gone anywhere—and they were on the couch, but not sitting. Before he got out of their way, he placed a long-playing record on the phonograph. Jackie Gleason’s “For Lovers Only.”
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Thanks for visiting, Diana. Your book sounds fascinating.
Who else remembers the Kennedy assassination? I don’t want to admit how old I was at the time, but I do remember that dark day and the heart-wrenching sight of his state funeral a few days later.
Linda
As a fellow New Englander, I totally love this post! Good luck with the book. I actually don’t remember when Kennedy was shot but have heard enough people talk about it that I feel like I was there. Dark, dark day.
The assassination of President Kennedy is a sad event that still raises many questions, gives birth to conspiracy theories. A tragedy that changed history, I’m sure.
Best of luck with your release, Diana!
Thanks, ladies. I remember that day, I was 6, in 1st grade, but don’t remember the funeral or the days that followed. I believed it was a conspiracy until last year when I read some books about it, then my opinion changed to Oswald being the ‘lone nut’. But of course we’ll never know.