Books with title Promised Land Lane

The Boston PI gets tangled in Cape Cod’s criminal underworld in this Edgar Award–winning mystery from the New York Times–bestselling author. Cape Cod businessman Harvey Shepard is in over his head. He lost a quarter million on a shady real estate deal, the loan shark is circling, and now he needs a private investigator to find out where his wife, Pam, disappeared to. Spencer takes the case, but finding Pam isn’t the hard part—the hard part is finding out she’s suspected of a bank robbery that led to murder. Robert B. Parker’s Spencer novels featuring the former boxer turned Boston PI are “one of the great series in the history of the American detective story.” Promised Land, the Edgar Award–winning fourth Spencer novel, was also adapted into the pilot episode of the classic tv series Spencer: For Hire (The New York Times).

Spenser is good at finding things. But this time he has a client out on Cape Cod who is in over his head. Harvey Shepard has lost his pretty wife - and a very pretty quarter million bucks in real estate. Now a loan shark is putting on the bite. Spenser finds himself doing a slow burn in the Cape Cod sun. The wife has turned up as a hot suspect in a case of murder one...the in-hock hubby has 24 hours before the mob makes him dead...and suddenly Spenser is in so deep that the only way out is so risky it makes dying look like a sure thing.

Spenser is good at finding things. But this time he has a client out on Cape Cod who is in over his head. Harvey Shepard has lost his pretty wife -- and a very pretty quarter million bucks in real estate. Now a loan shark is putting on the bite.Spenser finds himself doing a slow burn in the Cape Cod sun. The wife has turned up as a hot suspect in a case of murder one...the in-hock hubby has 24 hours before the mob makes him dead...and suddenly Spenser is in so deep that the only way out is so risky it makes dying look like a sure thing."Spenser is the sassiest, funniest, most-enjoyable-to-read private eye around today." (The Cincinnati Post)

In 1901, Maisie Whitmore vanished without a trace. Her neighbour David Price was blamed for her disappearance and dealt with swiftly by the village elders.A hundred years later, number six Promised Land Lane is steeped in mystery. Urban legend says the ghost of Maisie Whitmore stalks the grounds, taking revenge on anybody who crosses her path.Sandra Miller is a prominent reporter assigned to investigate the murder of a twelve-year old boy. She has her own history with the house – her sister vanished from there twenty years earlier.Caught up in the mystery of the lane, she meets David, but something about him seems familiar.Who is he?What does he know about the murders?And is Maisie Whitmore more than just an urban legend?5.0 out of 5 stars - Bone Chilling....Spinetingling read...By Kindle Customer on 4 June 20171901 a beautiful child Maisie Whitmore disappears along with her mother ..A neighbour ,kind ,gentle David Price is falsely accused after only trails of blood are found at the scene of the crime..Hunted down by the villagers ,beaten,almost to death he is given a choice.. one that he accepts without hesitation.. Fast forward one hundred years ..there are strange things happening at Promise Land Lane ..,a boy is found dead ,the house abandoned apart from the many cats that dwell there.Sandra a journalist is given the task of finding out what happened there..Sandra though has her own story..her sister disappeared many years ago from this same place...As Sandra gets to the heart of the story more will die . .This is a story of love, death and redemption.. Some parts will make you laugh ,yet some will leave you ree!ing .David Price is the best character... a beautiful ,gentle kind man caught up in a tale of horror, madness and a tortured twisted past..Read in one sitting...I for one wouldn't venture down Promised Land Lane ..would you.?5.0 out of 5 stars - Eerie darknessByMrs. L. A. Stoneon 20 August 2017This puts most wanted to shame.Stories of the haunted house on Promised Land lane have persisted for years and a journalist Sandra is called in to create an article from a recent murder of a young boy.What happens from then on is dark, scary and makes you get shivers up and down your spine.A little girl is responsible and Sandra had lost her own sister to the demon girl in her teens.As she delves deeper she meets all manner of people to give an account and to meet David the man who has taken the responsibility to watch over Maisie this child.Be prepared for nightmares and to never look at old fashioned dolls again in the same light!!

For the centennial of its first publication: a new edition of a seminal work on the American immigrant experienceWeaving introspection with political commentary, biography with history, The Promised Land, first published in 1912, brings to life the transformation of an Eastern European Jewish immigrant into an American citizen. Mary Antin recounts "the process of uprooting, transportation, replanting, acclimatization, and development that took place in [her] own soul" and reveals the impact of a new culture and new standards of behavior on her family. A feeling of division—between Russia and America, Jews and Gentiles, Yiddish and English—ever-present in her narrative is balanced by insights, amusing and serious, into ways to overcome it. In telling the story of one person, The Promised Land illuminates the lives of hundreds of thousands.For more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,700 titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.

When I was a little girl, the world was divided into two parts; namely, Polotzk, the place where I lived, and a strange land called Russia. All the little girls I knew lived in Polotzk, with their fathers and mothers and friends. Russia was the place where one's father went on business. It was so far off, and so many bad things happened there, that one's mother and grandmother and grown-up aunts cried at the railroad station, and one was expected to be sad and quiet for the rest of the day, when the father departed for Russia. After a while there came to my knowledge the existence of another division, a region intermediate between Polotzk and Russia. It seemed there was a place called Vitebsk, and one called Vilna, and Riga, and some others. From those places came photographs of uncles and cousins one had never seen, and letters, and sometimes the uncles themselves. These uncles were just like people in Polotzk; the people in Russia, one understood, were very different. In answer to one's questions, the visiting uncles said all sorts of silly things, to make everybody laugh; and so one never found out why Vitebsk and Vilna, since they were not Polotzk, were not as sad as Russia. Mother hardly cried at all when the uncles went away. One time, when I was about eight years old, one of my grown-up cousins went to Vitebsk. Everybody went to see her off, but I didn't. I went with her. I was put on the train, with my best dress tied up in a bandana, and I stayed on the train for hours and hours, and came to Vitebsk. I could not tell, as we rushed along, where the end of Polotzk was. There were a great many places on the way, with strange names, but it was very plain when we got to Vitebsk. The railroad station was a big place, much bigger than the one in Polotzk. Several trains came in at once, instead of only one. There was an immense buffet, with fruits and confections, and a place where books were sold. My cousin never let go my hand, on account of the crowd. Then we rode in a cab for ever so long, and I saw the most beautiful streets and shops and houses, much bigger and finer than any in Polotzk. We remained in Vitebsk several days, and I saw many wonderful things, but what gave me my one great surprise was something that wasn't new at all. It was the river—the river Dvina. Now the Dvina is in Polotzk. All my life I had seen the Dvina. How, then, could the Dvina be in Vitebsk? My cousin and I had come on the train, but everybody knew that a train could go everywhere, even to Russia. It became clear to me that the Dvina went on and on, like a railroad track, whereas I had always supposed that it stopped where Polotzk stopped. I had never seen the end of Polotzk; I meant to, when I was bigger. But how could there be an end to Polotzk now? Polotzk was everything on both sides of the Dvina, as all my life I had known; and the Dvina, it now turned out, never broke off at all. It was very curious that the Dvina should remain the same, while Polotzk changed into Vitebsk! The mystery of this transmutation led to much fruitful thinking. The boundary between Polotzk and the rest of the world was not, as I had supposed, a physical barrier, like the fence which divided our garden from the street. The world went like this now: Polotzk—more Polotzk—more Polotzk—Vitebsk! And Vitebsk was not so different, only bigger and brighter and more crowded. And Vitebsk was not the end. The Dvina, and the railroad, went on beyond Vitebsk,—went on to Russia. Then was Russia more Polotzk? Was here also no dividing fence? How I wanted to see Russia! But very few people went there. When people went to Russia it was a sign of trouble; either they could not make a living at home, or they were drafted for the army, or they had a lawsuit. No, nobody went to Russia for pleasure. Why, in Russia lived the Czar, and a great many cruel people; and in Russia were the dreadful prisons from which people never came back.

Mary Antin was born in 1881 to a Jewish family in Polotsk, in what was then czarist Russia. Had her family not immigrated to the Boston area in 1894, Mary would have grown up uneducated, married an Orthodox Jewish man, raised children and never become assimilated into society. Thanks to the American public school system, Antin became large Americanized, learning the English language and American customs. By eighteen, she had published her first autobiographical volume, which later became her masterpiece, "The Promised Land". It is revered as a coming of age story for not only a young immigrant, but for a young woman. The novel describes Antin's childhood memories of Russia and immigrating, and the emotions she felt as she let go of one identity for another. She praises the public school system and relishes the freedom she feels as an American in a work that has been called the classic Jewish-American immigrant autobiography.

In 1901, Maisie Whitmore vanished without a trace. Her neighbour David Price was blamed for her disappearance and dealt with swiftly by the village elders. A hundred years later, number six Promised Land Lane is steeped in mystery. Urban legend says the ghost of Maisie Whitmore stalks the grounds, taking revenge on anybody who crosses her path. Sandra Miller is a prominent reporter assigned to investigate the murder of a twelve-year old boy. She has her own history with the house – her sister vanished from there twenty years earlier. Caught up in the mystery of the lane, she meets David, but something about him seems familiar. Who is he? What does he know about the murders? And is Maisie Whitmore more than just an urban legend?