WELCOME! …to a world that invites you in for a laugh! A world where you can visit for a while with a dogmatic and extravagantly bawdy Hortense Hochenscheiss or with an irascible troll who will escort you to something called the MetaVision rooms where you might even run into San Pietro “Bambino” Millefiori (known to most as Saint Peter). Fall “in like” as you read with Rhinestone Hornbuckle and Wiletta Kesselschmeck. Follow them to see why their journey is not the typical hearts and flowers romance.
Meet individuals who misbehave without forethought and without apology – until, that is, they learn that everyone who ever lived has made mistakes and needs to forgive and be forgiven. Swallowing pride, they show you, is a lot like eating an elephant – best done in small bites. Despite the swaggering, blustering and messing up (even Big Guide indulges in moments of bombast) everyone survives the pain of discovering who they really are, what they really want, and how to become “right-size.”
The book jacket (of the print version) for book afficionados reads:
Life is full of surprises….
When a small-town girl…
Wiletta Kesselschmeck is a modest, small-town girl, working as a waitress and taking care of Hortense, her crotchety grandmother. It’s an ordinary life until the night a flattering rogue walks into her café, charming Wiletta with stories of talking to angels, and offering her a glimpse of a life she’d barely dreamed of.
Meets a charming rogue…
Fast-talking carny Rhinestone Hornbuckle is on his way to the carnival’s winter home when he meets Wiletta, immediately deciding she’d be the perfect draw for his hootchy-kootchy show. But when she resists, he instead offers her a dream trip to Disney World. The only obstacle is her cranky grandmother, who dreams of something more for Wiletta. Hortense had seen enough con men in her own life. She isn’t about to let Wiletta be taken in by another one.
Not even heaven can stop them….
Wiletta and Rhinestone set out for Disney World, but when Hortense dies, everything starts going wrong. Things look bleaker than rained-on cotton candy, but even angels, trolls, cranky grandmothers and gods can’t fight the greatest force of all: true love.
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