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All that spring Honey prayed to Walt Disney. From her bedroom in the rear of the rusty old trailer that sat in a clump of pines behind the third hill of the Black. Honey Jane Moon is a scrappy little know-it all—brave, smart, but ill-prepared to become the most famous child star in America, even though she's not quite as. Honey Moon and millions of other books are available for Amazon Kindle. Honey Moon Mass Market Paperback – June 1, This item:Honey Moon by Susan Elizabeth Phillips Mass Market Paperback $
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She's broke, dispirited, but not quite ready to give up. Her red suitcases hold the puppets she uses to make her living: Her puppets, the romantic novels she loves, and a little bit of courage are all she has left. Annie couldn't be more ill prepared for what she finds when she reaches Moonraker Cottage or for the man who dwells in Harp House, the mysterious mansion that hovers above the cottage. When she was a teenager, he betrayed her in a way she can never forget or forgive.
Now they're trapped together on a frozen island along with a lonely widow, a mute little girl, and townspeople who don't know how to mind their own business. Is he the villain she remembers, or has he changed? Her head says no. Her heart says yes. It's going to be a long, hot winter.
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Lockport Public Library , Wednesday, June 4, at 6: This is the fourth and final title in the Spring book discussion series, "Genre Journey: Sophie always had the television on. She said it kept her from missing Uncle Earl's voice. She hadn't exactly been a ball of fire when he was alive, but it was even worse now that he was dead, and Honey was pretty much in charge of things. As she drew back from the window, she knew it wouldn't be much longer before Sophie fell asleep.
She never lasted much past midnight even though she hardly ever got out of bed before noon. Honey propped herself up against the pillows. The trailer was hot and airless. Despite the fact that she was wearing only an orange Budweiser T-shirt and a pair of underpants, she couldn't get comfortable. They used to have a window air conditioner, but it had broken down two summers ago just like everything else, and they couldn't afford to replace it.
Honey glanced at the dial on the clock sitting next to the bed she shared with Sophie's daughter, Chantal, and felt a twinge of alarm. Her cousin should have been home by now. It was Monday night, the park was closed, and there wasn't anything to do. Chantal was central to Honey's backup plan if Mr.
Disney's employees didn't buy the park, and Honey couldn't afford to misplace her cousin, not even for an evening. Swinging her feet down off the bed onto the cracked linoleum, she reached for the pair of faded red shorts she'd worn that day. She was small-boned, barely five feet tall, and the shorts were hand-me-downs from Chantal. They were too big for her hips and hung in baggy folds that made her toothpick legs seem even skinnier than they were.
But vanity was one of the few faults Honey didn't possess, so she paid no attention. Although Honey couldn't see it herself, she in fact had some cause for vanity. She had thickly lashed light blue eyes topped by dark slashes of brow.
Her heart-shaped face held small cheekbones dusted with freckles and a pert little excuse for a nose. But she hadn't quite grown into her mouth, which was wide and framed by full lips that always reminded her of a big old sucker fish. For as long as she could remember, she had hated the way she looked, and not just because people had mistaken her for a boy until her small breasts had poked through, but because no one wanted to take a person seriously who looked so much like a child.
Since Honey very much needed to be taken seriously, she had done her best to disguise every one of her physical assets with a perpetually hostile scowl and a generally belligerent attitude.
After slipping on a pair of flattened blue rubber flip-flops that had long ago conformed to the bottoms of her feet, she shoved her hands through her short, chewed hair.
She performed this action not to straighten it but to scratch a mosquito bite on her scalp.
Her hair was light brown, exactly the same color as her name. It liked to curl, but she seldom gave it the opportunity. Instead, she cut it whenever it got in her way, using whatever reasonably sharp implement happened to be handy: She closed the door behind her as she slipped out into a short, narrow hallway carpeted with an indoor-outdoor remnant patterned in brown and gold lozenges that also covered the uneven floor in the combination living and eating area.
Just as she had predicted, Sophie had fallen asleep on an old couch upholstered in a worn tan fabric printed with faded tavern signs, American eagles, and thirteen-star flags. The perm Chantal had given her mother hadn't turned out too well, and Sophie's thin salt-and-pepper hair looked dry and vaguely electrified.
She was overweight, and her knit top outlined breasts that had fallen like water balloons to opposite sides of her body. Honey regarded her aunt with a familiar combination of exasperation and love.
Sophie Moon Booker was the one who should have been worrying about her daughter's whereabouts, not Honey. She was the one who should have been thinking about how they were going to pay all those bills that were piling up and how they were going to keep their family together without falling into the peckerhead welfare system.
But Honey knew that getting mad at Sophie was just like getting mad at Sophie's daughter, Chantal. It didn't do any good. The night air was heavy with humidity as Honey jumped down off the crumbling concrete step.
The trailer's exterior was a particularly jarring shade of robin's-egg blue, improved only by the dulling film of age. Her flip-flops sank into the sand, and grit settled between her toes. As she moved away from the trailer, she sniffed. The June night smelled like pine, creosote, and the disinfectant they used in the toilets. All of those smells were overlaid by the distant, musty scent of Silver Lake.
As she passed beneath a series of weathered Southern yellow-pine support columns, she shoved her hands in the pockets of her shorts and told herself that this time she would keep going.
This time she wouldn't stop and look. Looking made her think, and thinking made her feel like the inside of a week-old bait bucket. She moved doggedly ahead for another minute, but then she stopped anyway. Turning back the way she had come, she craned her neck and let her gaze move along the sweeping length of Black Thunder. The roller coaster's massive wooden frame stood silhouetted against the night sky like the skeleton of a prehistoric dinosaur. Her eyes traveled up the steep incline of Black Thunder's mountainous lift hill and down that heart-stopping sixty-degree drop.
She traced the slopes of the next two hills with their chilling dips all the way to the final spiral that twisted down in a nightmare whirlpool over Silver Lake itself. Her heart ached with an awful combination of yearning and bitterness as she took in the three hills and the steeply banked death spiral.
Everything had begun to go wrong for them the summer Black Thunder had stopped running. Even though the Silver Lake Amusement Park was small and old-fashioned compared to places like Busch Gardens and Six Flags over Georgia, it had something none of the others could claim. It had the last great wooden roller coaster in the South, a coaster some enthusiasts considered more thrilling than the legendary Coney Island Cyclone.
Since it was built in the late s, people had come from all over the country to ride Black Thunder. For legions of roller-coaster enthusiasts, the trip to Silver Lake had been a religious pilgrimage. After a dozen rides on the legendary wooden coaster, they would visit the park's other more mundane attractions, including spending two dollars a person to take a cruise up and down Silver Lake on the paddle wheeler Robert E.
But the Bobby Leehad fallen victim to disaster just like Black Thunder. Almost two years ago, on Labor Day , a wheel assembly had snapped off Black Thunder's rear car, separating it from the other cars and sending it hurtling over the side. Luckily no one had been hurt, but the State of South Carolina had closed down the roller coaster that same day, and none of the banks would finance the expensive renovation the state required before the ride could be reopened.
Without its famous attraction, the Silver Lake Amusement Park had been dying a slow and painful death. Honey walked farther into the park. On her right a bug-encrusted light bulb illuminated the deserted interior of the Dodgem Hall, where the battered fiberglass cars sat in a sleeping herd waiting for the park to open at ten the next morning.
She passed through Kiddieland, with its miniature motorcycles and fire trucks sitting motionless on their endless circular tracks. Further on, the Scrambler and Tilt-a-Whirl rested from their labors. She paused in front of the House of Horror, where a Day-Glo mural of a decapitated body gushing phosphorescent blood from its severed neck stretched over the entryway.
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Removing the flashlight from its hook behind the ticket booth, she walked purposefully up the ramp into the House of Horror.
In the daytime the ramp vibrated and a loudspeaker emitted hollow groans and shrill screams, but now everything was quiet. She entered the Passageway of Death and shone her light on the seven-foot hooded executioner with his bloody ax.
She heard only silence. Brushing through the artificial cobwebs, she passed the chopping block on her way to the Rat Den. Once inside, she shone her flashlight around the small room. Scores of glowing red eyes looked back at her from the one hundred and six snarling gray rats that lurked in the rafters and hung from invisible wires over her head.
Honey regarded them with satisfaction. The Rat Den was the best part of the House of Horror, because the animals were real.
In the late sixties her Uncle Earl had bought them thirdhand from a North Carolina man whose park near Forest City had gone bust. Dodging power cables, she cut behind the Roundup and headed for the midway. Only a few of the colored light bulbs strung through the sagging pennants that zigzagged over the midway were still working. The hanky-panks were boarded up for the night: The stale smell of popcorn, pizza, and rancid oil from the funnel cakes clung to everything.
It was the smell of Honey's rapidly vanishing childhood, and she breathed it deeply into her lungs. If the Disney people took over, the smell would disappear forever, right along with the hanky-panks, Kiddieland, and the House of Horror. She clasped her arms over her small chest and hugged herself, a habit she had developed over the years because no one else would do it. Since her mother had died when she was six, this was the only home she'd known, and she loved it with all her heart.
Writing the Disney people had been the worst thing she'd ever had to do. She had been forced to suppress all of her softer emotions in a desperate attempt to find the money she needed to keep her family together, the money that would keep them out of the welfare system and allow them to buy a small house in a clean neighborhood where they could maybe have some nice furniture and a garden.
But as she stood in the middle of the deserted midway, she wished that she were old enough and smart enough to make things turn out differently.
Because most of all, she couldn't bear the idea that she was losing Black Thunder, and if the coaster had still been running, nothing in the world could have made her give up this park. The eerie night quiet and the smell of old popcorn brought back the memory of a small child huddled in the corner of the trailer, scabby knees drawn up to her chin, light blue eyes large and stunned.
An angry voice from the past echoed in her mind. Goddamnit, she's givin' me the willies. She's hardly moved since she you brung her here last night. All she's done is sit in that corner and stare. It's not my fault your sister went and got herself drowned. Those Alabama welfare people had no right to make you go get her.
I want to eat my lunch in goddamn peace without her spookin' me! Sophie came over to the corner of the trailer's living area and poked the sole of Honey's cheap canvas sneaker with the toe of her own red espadrille. You go on outside and find Chantal. You haven't seen the park yet. She'll show it to you. Let's go get you some cotton candy.
She took Honey from the trailer and led her through the pines and out into the scorching sun of a Carolina afternoon. Honey moved like a tiny robot. She didn't want any cotton candy. Sophie'd made her eat some Captain Crunch that morning, and she'd thrown up.
Sophie dropped her arm. Honey already sensed that her aunt didn't like to touch people, not like Honey's mother, Carolann. Carolann was always picking Honey up and cuddling her and calling her sweetie pie, even when she was tired from working all day at the dry cleaners in Montgomery. The rest of Sophie's reply was drowned out as a monster screamed above Honey's head. Honey screamed then, too. All the grief and fear that had been building up inside her since her mother had died and she was snatched away from everything familiar were released by the terror of that unexpected noise.
Again and again she screamed. She had a vague idea what a roller coaster was, but she had never ridden one, never seen one this size, and it didn't occur to her to connect the sound with the ride.
She heard only a monster, the monster that hides in the closet and skulks under the bed and carries off little girls' mothers in fearsome fiery jaws.
The piercing screams spilled from her mouth. After being nearly catatonic for the six days since her mother had died, she couldn't stop, not even when Sophie began to shake her arm.
But Honey couldn't quit. Instead, she fought against Sophie until she broke away. Then she began running beneath the tracks, arms flailing, her small lungs heaving as over and over she screamed her sorrow and fear.
When she came to a dip in the track too low for her to pass beneath, she grasped one of the wooden posts. Splinters dug into her arms as she held onto the thing she feared most in the confused belief that it couldn't devour her if she clasped it tightly enough. She wasn't aware of the passage of time, only the sound of her screams, the sporadic roar of the monster as it rushed overhead, the rough splinters of the post digging into the baby-soft skin of her arms, and the fact that she wasn't ever going to see her mother again.
While Sophie stood helplessly watching, Uncle Earl came up behind them and dragged her off the post with a bellow. What the hell is wrong with her now?
I think she's afraid of it. He snatched Honey up by the waist and pulled her out from beneath the coaster. Walking with great loping strides, he carried her through the clusters of people visiting the park that day and up the ramp into the station house where Black Thunder loaded its riders. A train sat empty, ready for its next group of passengers. She has learned to take care of herself and everybody else but, above all, never to depend on anyone else.
Eric, the Golden Boy with a well-healed family background, seemingly has a carefree life, but he lives with his own private demons after one reckless night that results in deeply tragic circumstances. Dash is paternalistic and a loner, seemingly content to be on his own. Eric is aloof and cold-hearted. All three seem not to need anyone. But scratch the surface and their deepest wounds are exposed as well as their deepest vulnerabilities.
Honey is stubbornly independent and desperately needy.
Honey is a character who is perfectly amazing in this girl-woman coming of age book. I cried at her pain and laughed at her spunkiness. Most romances would end with Dash and Honey coming to terms with their changing feelings for one another. It was at this point in the book that I really began to understand Honey and Dash and how deeply they felt they were unworthy of being loved.
But unlike the happily ever after of most romances, tragedy separates them and leaves Honey in a state of numb reality. All the while, Eric goes from being on top of the world to plunging into a dark abyss. And the emotions are so very real.
It is quite a metaphor — with Rolling Thunder taking us on a hair-raising plunge into the anguish of their world. Eric and Honey drift through a numbing routine until fate brings them together again.
When Eric and Honey couple for the first time—and it is not an act that can be called lovemaking—it is an almost desperate need to connect on a basic human level, to feel alive again rather than to feel so despondent and lonely.
It is raw, sad, bemusing and bittersweet with moments of tenderness. But stick with it and you will find a story about hope, self-actualization, and not giving up. I always read it with hankies nearby and find myself thinking about the courageousness of the characters long after I finish the final chapter.
As usual, Susan Elizabeth Phillips is adept at adding touches of humor and creating interesting, multi-dimensional characters. You will be disappointed by the lack of thorough interactions between her and Eric later in the book, and the complexities of her falling in love with her father-figure-Dash- as a young adult. Also, you will feel there is too much unnecessary information that is not needed for a romance development, yet makes a stunning impact as a dramatic fiction.
Honey Moon is a terrific story about life, people and circumstances surrounding the good and bad of both. I highly recommend this book to everyone. It certainly will not disappoint even the most cynical reader. Originally reviewed at www. Feb 21, Cherise rated it really liked it Shelves: This is a complex and emotional tale that touches on a few uncomfortable topics.
I don't think I made it threw a whole chapter without at least getting misty eyed. I liked all the characters and the relationship between Honey and Dash did not creep me out like it did so many other people. The last half of the book had me sobbing, and I will be walking around puffy eyed all day as a result. But it's a great story with a ton of happily ever after mixed in with the tears. Otra obra magistral de esta excelente escritora Esta historia no es demasiado atractiva cuando comienza, pero luego cuando el carrito de Honey toma ritmo es maravillosa, emotiva, bella muy bella, es de esas historias que te llegan al alma.
Muy diferente a lo que esperaba en un principio. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. This is gonna hurt, bad. If I were talking to Susan Elizabeth Phillips, I'd be saying something along the lines of 'This is gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you. Up until then, I'd read a few, but they were the stereotypical cheesiness that gives good romances a bad name. Fortunately for me, I started with SEP's later books. In all honesty, I don't consider GB or HM to be romance, more of early women's fiction, or chick-lit.
They both are centered around the life a woman who has had to grow up tough, all she's done for self-preservation, and how well they turned out. Men in these books seem to be a side part, and in HM, doubled. I don't want this to be a long review, but there is a ton of creepy, icky, nerve-wracking, gut-twisting things that happened in this book, and I think you need to know before you get yourself involved.
The heroine's name is Honey Jane Moon, and it wasn't done on purpose. I really don't care for cutesy names, unless there's a very good reason for it, and there's not one for Honey. From a young age, life has been rough for Honey, from her mom dying when she was six, living with crappy and lazy relatives, working hard to keep said family together, all while in a pint size body that nobody takes seriously.
I guess she's suppose to be this ultra tough survivor we can all root for, but I never liked Honey from the beginning, and I didn't care enough about her to want her to succeed.
She wanted a family so desperately she kept her worthless, good-for-nothing relatives around her, giving them everything and expecting nothing. Of course the relatives took and took, and she just kept giving. This was the first thing I hated about her. Free-loaders are a pet peeve of mine, and Honey didn't have any courage to stand up to them and demand respect and appreciation from them, yet we're suppose to think she's tough and capable?
Then at 18 she falls for her 'father' figure, who not only plays her father on TV, but acts as her father in real life! Honey thinks Dash Coogan another horrible name is the man of her dreams, but when he wisely at first rebukes her, she throws temper tantrums to punish her for this, Dash literally takes her over his knee and spanks her!
Nice daddy. Honey loves Dash, and he decides they'll get married the next day after her de-flowering! It ruins their hit show, rightfully so, because who can watch a TV show about a father and his year old daughter when they've gotten married in real life? Careers mostly ruined, Honey takes random college courses at first I thought this would go somewhere, it doesn't and follows Dash around to crappy acting parts.
They're losing money fast Honey gave over most of her wealth to pay off daddy's, er, Dash's old IRS bills - again, nice daddy , but seems happy. At this point, even if Dash was the love of her life, I'm already disgusted with this part of the storyline.
Honey's not doing anything with her life, in fact, the college courses are just to fill time, she doesn't even want to do anything with them. Dash is almost 50, his career is in the toilet and Honey is content to follow daddy wherever. Yes, she still jokingly calls him that after 5 years of marriage.
They are on location for a movie Dash is shooting, in a bad part of town, and during a robbery gone wrong, Dash is fatally shot. Thinking maybe, just maybe this is where the story will pick up steam, I imagine Honey going through terrible grief, and picking herself back up to live a better life.
She's only 25 and I was hoping this would catapult her to get on with her life. Instead, she sells everything and goes back to South Carolina to restore the broken down wooden roller coaster in the abandoned theme park she grew up in.
She doesn't have much money, her free-loading relatives follow, irritates me she's still supporting them and all she thinks about are Dash and fixing the coaster. Of course, this is where Eric Dillon, the second hero of the book comes back into her life he was on the hit TV show with her and Dash, and he was her first kiss ever. What a coincidence he's hiding out from the world and just happens by her theme park in SC.
As if the ick factor in this book wasn't bad enough to this point, it gets worse. Eric is separated from his twin daughters because his ex-wife mistakes her own past sexual abuse for her daughters being abused by their daddy. Lots of daddy issues in this book. How you can confuse this, I'm not sure. Rather than fight for them, he becomes sullen, er, brooding, because that's suppose to be more sexy. At this point Eric and Honey come together, but it's not happy, or even special.
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It's needy and gritty and by this time in the book, gritty is too much. Somehow Eric decides he's in love with Honey, has been since the moment he met her funny, he couldn't stand her on the TV show, and when they're together now, she's not nice to him, or anybody really and now he desperately needs her. Honey is still a shell of her former self, obsessed with rebuilding the coaster so she can find hope, or God, or Dash, she's not really sure, and dismisses him.
When the truth about Eric's ex-wife Lily comes out, that she was the abused one, not her daughters, again, it's creepy, disgusting, and just icky. And her daughters are spending the night with her dad, the man who abused her told ya there are a lot of daddy issues. Eric gets to his daughters, but not in time to save one of them from grubby grandpa's drunken and nasty hands.
After this, I just wanted it over, and to take a shower. I didn't care how Eric and Honey got together, or that they did. I didn't get their relationship, didn't feel genuine love between them, or that Honey redeemed herself in anyway. She goes on to act again, but only because Eric makes her in exchange for enough money to rebuild her coaster. Really, I just wanted it to end. Listening to this on audio, I thought at least the fabulous narrator Anna Fields would at least be entertaining, but this story line even zapped some of that joy for me.
Fields is terrific with accents, and her southern accent is so dead on that when she's reading the parts of the free-loading family, I want to reach through space and time and Heaven, unfortunately Ms. Fields is no longer with us to slap her, it was so annoying. Eric puts on a pirate clown show for kiddos in the hospital, and these are the best parts of the book, seeing Eric give selflessly to sick kids, and listening to Ms. Fields' cockney pirate, Patches.
If you can listen to only these parts of the book, do so, it's highly amusing, and one of the main reasons this book got 2 stars instead of 1. The title of this book is all wrong in my opinion. Honeymoon signifies happy times, and there are so few of them in this book, it must be an ironic nod to this fact. It should be called Daddy Dearest or something along those lines. Really, I can't understand why SEP would put so much bad into this book. Romances don't all have to 'hearts and flowers' thank you Fifty Shades of Grey to be enjoyable.
In fact, I like some angst. But I read romances for the happily ever after, the true love conquers all feeling, and after this I just feel happy it was over. And so ready to take a shower. Es taaan bonito: You can pretty much ride a good one through the worst tragedy life throws at you. You can even ride it through somebody dying, I guess. Marriage is always a balancing act, and it's never a good idea for one partner to get too big a head, but I'm afraid that's what's going to happen here.
People write a lot of things about Eric Dillon's talent, and most of it's true. But nobody writes about the important things. The fact that he's a wonderful father and the best husband a woman could have. That fact that he cares about other people so much that he sometimes scares me.
That doesn't mean he's perfect, of course. It's hard living with a man who's prettier than all of your girlfriends put together. But if it weren't for Eric Dillon, I wouldn't be here tonight. May 03, Ashley rated it it was amazing.
This book went in a completely different direction than I had pictured even though the ending was as I had predicted. Without spoiling anything, the story is of Honey Moon who is sixteen at the beginning of the book, a sad girl whose job is to take care of her loser family. She goes to Hollywood to get a job for her cousin and instead winds up as a child This book was VERY different than anything I have ever read. She goes to Hollywood to get a job for her cousin and instead winds up as a child star herself.
The story takes place over many years, and while at first, I was a little befuddled with all the different character viewpoints, by the end, I was glad to see how everyone came together. Definitely recommended! Jul 30, Dee added it Shelves: It may just be the mood I am in so won't rule out going back to it at another time and trying again.
I find myself drifting out and not really taking the story in. I was starting to feel like this is better shelved as 'Chick Lit' rather than Romance! Mar 25, Maggie rated it it was amazing.
I don't know why this isn't already in my read folder, I read it last year and decided to listen to the audio version yesterday. I couldn't put it down, Honey Moon is one of my absolute favorite SEP books and the audio version is wonderful.