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    In her 13th full-length novel - her most chillingly suspenseful yet - Mary Higgins Clark, "America's Queen of Suspense," delivers a tale of brilliantly sustained terror. Set in Newport, Rhode Island, in a world of old money and proud names, Moonlight Becomes You has at its center Maggie Holloway, an independent young woman who has put personal tragedy behind her and become one of the fashion world's most successful photographers. Accompanying her date to a party in Manhattan - a kind of family reunion for the Moore clan of Newport - Maggie is reunited with a woman who had once been her stepmother and who remains one of her fondest childhood memories. Nuala Moore is equally thrilled to see Maggie, and the two quickly get beyond old pains and resume their friendship. Nuala, now widowed, invites Maggie to visit her in Newport, and when Maggie readily accepts, Nuala plans a dinner for a group of friends so they can meet her long-lost stepdaughter. But when Maggie arrives, she finds Nuala dead, the victim of an apparently random break-in and robbery. Maggie is heartbroken at the loss and further stunned when she learns that, only days before her death, Nuala had changed her will and left her charming Victorian house to her stepdaughter, the only proviso being that Maggie occasionally visit an old friend, Greta Shipley, who lives in Latham Manor, an elegant retirement home in Newport. It is when she accompanies Mrs. Shipley to the cemetery to visit Nuala's grave, as well as those of other friends Mrs. Shipley has recently lost, that Maggie discovers that something is wrong. Using her skills as a photographer to aid her in uncovering the secrets hidden on the gravesites, she soon realizes that Nuala's death may not have been a random killing at all but rather part of a diabolical plot conceived by a twisted and unfeeling mind. Suddenly it becomes all too apparent to Maggie that Nuala's killer must have been someone she trusted completely. Then, Language: English. Narrator: Megan Gallagher. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/sans/001726/bk_sans_001726_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    Before the advent of mass communication technology - you know, stuff like television, radio, internet, wireless, youtube, bluetooth, metro, etcetcetc, music played a much more important role in the life of your average yeoman. Not to bring up statistics, or risk any sort of regression to Music History 101 or anything, but there was indeed a time when sheet music was a hot commodity and musical literacy was more than just an after-school special aimed at increasing your adolescent statistics at being accepted into a 'good' college as some sort of stab at a page torn from the Horatio Alger copybook. In short, music was not just a hot topic, it was THE hot topic - it was what you did. I mean, imagine coming home and gathering around the piano to play the latest programmatic score hot off your Schubert subscription and then packing up to head out for choir rehearsal for the local cantata - neat! And then... well, folks like Edison and Tesla had to come around and provide the grease for the slippery slope that lead us to our current manifestation of musical culture, dominated by iPhones and ring tones, where music is a commodity at best, shuffled around as bits and bytes like sampler spoons in a sea of infinite pseudo-memes - where spectacle and explosions aren't just a garnish, they're a norm, partially produced by Bruckheimer's and Bay's, with remixes by Diddy and that guy from the Postal Service. I could go on, but hey, we're all here now so one can only hope that you get my drift. However, what if we were able to take a step back for a second and reset the clock to about 1897 or so - with the proviso that we can take our technology with us? What if programmatic song cycles were still a cultural fixation reserved for the population at large, and not just regulated to individuals concerned with the 'preservation' of culture in music libraries nested in suburban New Jersey, hoping their next cultural discovery will secure them a speaking slot at the next musicology conference, taking place just outside some other suburban music library? And what if these programmatic art-songs were presented with the same respectable grandeur as a contemporary cinematic blockbuster, equip with all the explosions, glass shattering and gruff-voiced pituitary-cases rasping 'freedom isn't free,' while suspended by one hand from an Apache helicopter above a pit of molten lava... ...or something to that extent. If you're still with me after that particular rant, then Songs of Mountains and Wetlands might right up your alley. Imagine songs inspired by nature and transitory environs, composed on custom software and analog electronics tuned to seven-limit just intonation - hyper-compressed and oversaturated to the point where all aspects of delicacy have been smoothed away into a wash of fuzzed-out static - where the smallest sound is grandiose in a post-Bruckheimerian, digital neo-Wagnerian spectacle. Where even the mundane deserves it's own twenty-minute explosion-sequence... Still hooked? Place an order for this disc! Limited to the Thinktank standard of 25 hand-assembled CD's, and priced commensurate to the current economic slump, what do you have to lose? So uh, yeah, let's be in touch!
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