When Monique isn’t writing, you can find her playing taxi driver to one or more of her 12 children, plotting her next novel, scrapbooking, or being the “Mamarazzi” at any number of child-oriented events.
Even though she realizes there will never be enough hours in any given day, Monique tries very hard to enjoy the journey that is her life. She shares it with a terrific husband, her dozen children, twelve grand-darlings, too many cats, and many real and imaginary friends. She is the author of several books in three series and hopes to write many more.
When her dad confiscates her deceased mom’s journals, 12-year-old Ginnie West counts on her BFF, Tillie, to help her get them back. But Tillie’s not so sure the ghost of Ginnie’s mom will make a good addition to their new family tree.
Then the girls’ world gets flipped upside-down when a blast from the past shows up and makes Tillie go nutburgers. Life gets complicated when Ginnie is forced to choose between helping her best friend and getting the answers she’s always dreamed of.
What reviewers are saying about this book:
*Like Anne of “Anne of Green Gables,” Ginnie is a character you can’t help but love.
*I couldn’t put these books down. I was not only entertained, but inspired.
*Bucheger does an amazing job of writing this story but without giving a cookie cutter answer to the problems Ginnie faces.
Mama?” Ginnie repeated, shaking her head like an Etch-A-Sketch, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. The woman’s hand flflew to her mouth. “Oh, honey, no! I’m so sorry.” She reached a hand to Ginnie’s shoulder. Ginnie stiffffened, certain the hand would go straight through her like sunlight. You can’t feel ghosts, right? Instead, the hand pulled her closer. The woman’s other arm slipped around her shoulders and squeezed Ginnie into a bear hug. She started to resist, then recognized the flfloral scent of her mother’s perfume. The arms released her. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry! I didn't think about that … I mean … I’m sorry. I'm not your mama.” Feeling like she’d just stepped offff the Tilt-A-Whirl at the fair, Ginnie lurched to the side. The woman wiped her eyes. Ginnie tried to make sense of her words. “I'm your aunt … Aunt Roni.”