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A View From the Attic Window
Janie has a temper, and it often gets her into trouble. For instance, there was the time she threw a book the most popular guy in the school, Radford Reese, when he and his friends taunted her - even though he happens to be her crush. It also got her into trouble with her sister, Mary, and Mary's fickle fiancé, Paul, who Janie desperately wants to get rid of. After Janie tames her temper, she regrets what she has done. Can she find a way to make amends without making a fool of herself?
Janie likes to retreat to her own special room in the attic, to record her thoughts and feelings and make plans as she gazes out over her town through the window. As the view from the attic window changes through the days and seasons, Janie's life changes with it. A devastating tragedy and the loss of a loved one will bring Janie face to face with a choice she doesn't know if she can make. What is more important: her family, or her dreams for the future?
She will also discover that Rad isn't quite as proud as she'd once thought him to be - perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea to have a crush on him all those years ago, after all. And maybe, just maybe, he never really thought of her as Jane, Jane, skinny and plain, either.
In her ninth book, A View from the Attic Window, popular author Alene Roberts will take the reader to the charming mountain town of Silver Springs, Colorado, to a world and a story they will never forget.
Janie likes to retreat to her own special room in the attic, to record her thoughts and feelings and make plans as she gazes out over her town through the window. As the view from the attic window changes through the days and seasons, Janie's life changes with it. A devastating tragedy and the loss of a loved one will bring Janie face to face with a choice she doesn't know if she can make. What is more important: her family, or her dreams for the future?
She will also discover that Rad isn't quite as proud as she'd once thought him to be - perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea to have a crush on him all those years ago, after all. And maybe, just maybe, he never really thought of her as Jane, Jane, skinny and plain, either.
In her ninth book, A View from the Attic Window, popular author Alene Roberts will take the reader to the charming mountain town of Silver Springs, Colorado, to a world and a story they will never forget.
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First published January 1, 2007
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About the author
Alene Roberts
12 books10 followersI can swing higher than the chicken coop. The fun of picking and chewing pine gum. Or every kid ought to have a cow like Blossom. I wish I could tell you all about these and dozens of other stories about my life, but I’ll try to pick out the highlights.
I was born in a small community in the Four Corners country of the American southwest. My father was a sheepman, cattleman, rancher, and owner of a real western mercantile store that supplied goods to the inhabitants of a wide area including members of the Pauite and Navaho Indian tribes. Whatever anyone needed they could find it at the mercantile, or Dad would get it for them. Groceries, clothing, and western gear and supplies were staples, but they could also obtain cloth, toys, coffins, stove pipe, draw off their own vinegar from the large wooden vinegar barrel, or even order a new automobile. Before I was born men could even get a free haircut.
As a child, I explored the wonders of that marvelous store almost everyday. The candy counter was my favorite. But when I began reading I liked it better than eating candy.
I had an idyllic childhood. The outdoors was as familiar to me as the inside of the dwelling that was home to me, my parents, three brothers, and a sister. In the summer I rode my horse, Toby, with my friend Patsy, up the Blue Mountain that towered next to our community. Sometimes we hiked to the lower levels and waded in the streams, or hiked to the “big hill” north of town that was covered with scrub oak and sagebrush. The smell of sagebrush was delicious to me.
Our orchard was my haven. I climbed the fruit trees daily, watching and waiting for the fruit to ripen. It seemed to take an eternity. My favorite place was sitting behind the gooseberry patch eating the green sour gooseberries. My brother, Mason and I had contests to see which one of us could chew a mouthful of these without pulling a face..
When I was ten my life took a drastic turn. I contracted polio and spent a year on my back in a hospital three hundred miles away from my home and family. It was in the isolation and homesickness of the hospital ward that I discovered the need and joy of writing, putting my thoughts in letters to my family, friends, relatives, and even my beloved dentist.
The medical prognosis was that I would never walk without braces or crutches. With the faith that often comes to children and through my prayers and the prayers of my family I was able to leave the hospital, walking unaided, a living miracle. Though I could never run or jump because of atrophied limbs, I was determined to outdo my contemporaries in hiking, arm wrestling, handling a gun, and riding a horse. I began helping my father herd cattle from the winter range to the summer range in Colorado, reversing the process as winter approached.
For quite some time I was forced to wear high-topped shoes to strengthen my weakened ankles. I went to a school dance in junior high wearing these awful shoes.. Guess who was the “wallflower” of the evening. I walked home that night crying.
Later on, in order to gain more strength. I had to undergo muscle transplants on my right foot, and on my left hand.
I adored my father. He was like the morning sun to me. Even as a small child I would sneak into the living room, hide behind a chair, and listen to him talk to or give advice to people from every station of life. I’m sure those conversations helped spark an interest in the way that people speak to each other, and the differences between men and women.
My mother was quiet, gentle, and loving.. She was totally selfless in her service to her husband, family, and others of the community. She taught us spiritual values and lived what she taught.
It was when I went to college that I felt a new sense of of my own ability. I always wanted to write. Though I began with a truncated love story at age twelve, I never really thought I could until my advanced creative writing professor called me i
I was born in a small community in the Four Corners country of the American southwest. My father was a sheepman, cattleman, rancher, and owner of a real western mercantile store that supplied goods to the inhabitants of a wide area including members of the Pauite and Navaho Indian tribes. Whatever anyone needed they could find it at the mercantile, or Dad would get it for them. Groceries, clothing, and western gear and supplies were staples, but they could also obtain cloth, toys, coffins, stove pipe, draw off their own vinegar from the large wooden vinegar barrel, or even order a new automobile. Before I was born men could even get a free haircut.
As a child, I explored the wonders of that marvelous store almost everyday. The candy counter was my favorite. But when I began reading I liked it better than eating candy.
I had an idyllic childhood. The outdoors was as familiar to me as the inside of the dwelling that was home to me, my parents, three brothers, and a sister. In the summer I rode my horse, Toby, with my friend Patsy, up the Blue Mountain that towered next to our community. Sometimes we hiked to the lower levels and waded in the streams, or hiked to the “big hill” north of town that was covered with scrub oak and sagebrush. The smell of sagebrush was delicious to me.
Our orchard was my haven. I climbed the fruit trees daily, watching and waiting for the fruit to ripen. It seemed to take an eternity. My favorite place was sitting behind the gooseberry patch eating the green sour gooseberries. My brother, Mason and I had contests to see which one of us could chew a mouthful of these without pulling a face..
When I was ten my life took a drastic turn. I contracted polio and spent a year on my back in a hospital three hundred miles away from my home and family. It was in the isolation and homesickness of the hospital ward that I discovered the need and joy of writing, putting my thoughts in letters to my family, friends, relatives, and even my beloved dentist.
The medical prognosis was that I would never walk without braces or crutches. With the faith that often comes to children and through my prayers and the prayers of my family I was able to leave the hospital, walking unaided, a living miracle. Though I could never run or jump because of atrophied limbs, I was determined to outdo my contemporaries in hiking, arm wrestling, handling a gun, and riding a horse. I began helping my father herd cattle from the winter range to the summer range in Colorado, reversing the process as winter approached.
For quite some time I was forced to wear high-topped shoes to strengthen my weakened ankles. I went to a school dance in junior high wearing these awful shoes.. Guess who was the “wallflower” of the evening. I walked home that night crying.
Later on, in order to gain more strength. I had to undergo muscle transplants on my right foot, and on my left hand.
I adored my father. He was like the morning sun to me. Even as a small child I would sneak into the living room, hide behind a chair, and listen to him talk to or give advice to people from every station of life. I’m sure those conversations helped spark an interest in the way that people speak to each other, and the differences between men and women.
My mother was quiet, gentle, and loving.. She was totally selfless in her service to her husband, family, and others of the community. She taught us spiritual values and lived what she taught.
It was when I went to college that I felt a new sense of of my own ability. I always wanted to write. Though I began with a truncated love story at age twelve, I never really thought I could until my advanced creative writing professor called me i
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September 8, 2008
I loved this book it was amazing!! So cute and happy!!
September 7, 2023
Janie has a temper and it often gets her into trouble. For instance, there was a time she threw a book t the most popular boy in school, Radford Reese, when he and his friends taunted her--even though he happened to her crush. It also gets her into trouble with her sister, Mary and Mary's fickle fiance, Paul, who Janie desperately wants to get rid of him.
After Janie tames her temper, she regrets what she has done. Janie likes to retreat to her own special room in the attic, to record her thoughts and feelings and make plans as she gazes out over her town through the window.
As the view from her room changes through the days and seasons, Janie's life changes with it. A devastating tragedy and the loss of loved ones brings Janie face to face with a choice she doesn't know if she can make. What is more important: her family, or her dreams for the future.
After Janie tames her temper, she regrets what she has done. Janie likes to retreat to her own special room in the attic, to record her thoughts and feelings and make plans as she gazes out over her town through the window.
As the view from her room changes through the days and seasons, Janie's life changes with it. A devastating tragedy and the loss of loved ones brings Janie face to face with a choice she doesn't know if she can make. What is more important: her family, or her dreams for the future.
April 23, 2009
I really liked this book, I stayed up way too late last night because I couldn't put it down! The story was very enchanting and a lovely read. I only had a couple of complaints, and that's only because I wanted it to be perfect, and it wasn't.
ONe was Point of View. There were a few places in the book where the POV shifted without any reason or warning. I felt the whole book could have and probably should have been from Janie's POV, yet right in the middle of a chapter the POV would shift to Janie's sister, Mary or someone else. It wasn't that I couldn't tell who's POV it was, it just kind of threw me off.
Also, I am a big stickler for certain things and that is the proper use of your and you're, it someone didn't catch the mistake in the proofreading. It was only once that I could see, but, again it threw me off.
THen I am wondering why there is a prologue? It really isn't necessary and kind of throws off the flow of the book, because it isn't tied up very well later in the book. To me a prologue is something you come back to in the end, sort of like using a flashback. This wasn't the case, because the same scene is used again, but then it goes on beyond that for a lot more story after that. It had me scrathing my head.
I really did love the story, but I guess wanting it to be perfect, made me look for inconsistensies. I will probably check Alene's other books at some time, I'd like to read some more of her writing.
ONe was Point of View. There were a few places in the book where the POV shifted without any reason or warning. I felt the whole book could have and probably should have been from Janie's POV, yet right in the middle of a chapter the POV would shift to Janie's sister, Mary or someone else. It wasn't that I couldn't tell who's POV it was, it just kind of threw me off.
Also, I am a big stickler for certain things and that is the proper use of your and you're, it someone didn't catch the mistake in the proofreading. It was only once that I could see, but, again it threw me off.
THen I am wondering why there is a prologue? It really isn't necessary and kind of throws off the flow of the book, because it isn't tied up very well later in the book. To me a prologue is something you come back to in the end, sort of like using a flashback. This wasn't the case, because the same scene is used again, but then it goes on beyond that for a lot more story after that. It had me scrathing my head.
I really did love the story, but I guess wanting it to be perfect, made me look for inconsistensies. I will probably check Alene's other books at some time, I'd like to read some more of her writing.
April 25, 2008
This story covers about ten years of growing up in joy and sorrow, love and anger in the life of Janie. At age sixteen she looses her temper and throws a book at the boy she has a crush on and get suspended from school. Fun story.
January 20, 2009
I have to admit that I rolled my eyes a few times--very predictable! I did like the characters. Janie and Mary are perfect sisters. I thought it was great that they looked out for each other. The men in their lives were wonderful of course!
September 20, 2008
so far... pretty good
June 1, 2008
not the best ... the people in it sort of got on my nerves
October 6, 2008
a good reminder not to judge unfairly.
October 7, 2008
This author is easy to read and interesting. I have like all of her books.
August 24, 2010
It's been a long time since I read this book, but for all of my friends that are looking for a good, clean romance, this was a good one. I love all of Alene Roberts' books!
May 18, 2011
This was a good book. It was interesting to see the main character as a young girl and what happened after she grew up.
May 24, 2011
Totally enjoyed this book! This was the first book I read of Alene Roberts and it made me read more from her collection. Very nice book.
November 10, 2015
I love everything that is written by Alene Roberts! I love romance novels, In this book I never once WANTED to put it down! I read it in two days! That says something I am a slow reader!
April 20, 2009
I loved this book very romantic
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