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008 200213s2021 nyu 000 1 eng
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_c$28.99
040 _aDLC
_beng
_erda
_cDLC
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050 0 0 _aPS3569.T33828
_bF49 2021
082 0 0 _a813/.54
_223
100 1 _aSteel, Danielle,
_eauthor.
245 1 0 _aFinding Ashley :
_ba novel /
_cDanielle Steel.
250 _aFirst edition.
264 1 _aNew York :
_bDelacorte Press,
_c[2021]
300 _a271 pages ;
_c25 cm
336 _atext
_btxt
_2rdacontent
337 _aunmediated
_bn
_2rdamedia
338 _avolume
_bnc
_2rdacarrier
520 _a"The sun beamed down on Melissa Henderson's shining dark hair, pinned up on her head in a loose knot, as sweat ran down her face, and the muscles in her long, lithe arms were taut with effort as she worked. She was lost in concentration, sanding a door of the house in the Berkshire Mountains in Massachusetts that had been her salvation. She had bought it four years before. It had been weather-beaten, shabby and in serious need of repair when she found it. No one had lived there for over forty years, and the house creaked so badly when she walked through it, she thought the floorboards might give way. She'd only been in the house for twenty minutes when she turned to the realtor and the rep from the bank who were showing it to her, and said in a low, sure voice, "I'll take it." She knew she was home the minute she walked into the once beautiful, hundred-year-old Victorian home. It had ten acres around it, with orchards, enormous old trees, and a stream running through the property in the foothills of the Berkshire Mountains. The deal closed in sixty days, and she'd been hard at work ever since. It had almost become an obsession as she brought the house back to life, and came alive herself. It was her great love and the focus of every day"--
_cProvided by publisher.
650 0 _aSisters
_vFiction.
650 0 _aWomen authors
_vFiction.
776 0 8 _iOnline version:
_aSteel, Danielle,
_tFinding ashley
_dNew York : Bantam Dell, 2021.
_z9781984821478
_w(DLC) 2020007355
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