Be careful what you wish for alexandra potter epub

A van and a car threw on their brakes and swerved to avoid the little MG as it shot across the road in front of them. Just for a mo-ment, Sebastian thought he might make it, until he saw the tree. Please note that the tricks or techniques listed in this pdf are either fictional or claimed to work by its creator. We do not guarantee that these techniques will work for you. Not that he notices. A hundred yards away, I hear a familiar tune. Sticking my hand into my bag I wiggle my fingers around until finally I locate my Nokia.

Just as it stops ringing. I yank it out, along with the hands-free earpiece which is all tangled up as usual, and stare at the screen. One missed call. Hurriedly I dial voicemail. I hit reply and he picks up immediately. Instead it nearly causes a heart-attack. He glares at me accusingly. Everything Brian does is rushed and twitchy. He reminds me of a bird, all ruffled feathers and darting eyes. Waiting for us. I try to smooth it down. Which is when I notice Brian. In the mirror I can see him standing behind me, staring at the floor.

Remembering, I look down. But this time he huffs dismissively. The muscles in his jaw twitch and he glares at me with flashing grey eyes. I mean, yes. Brian uk Emma uk Amy uk. Eric us Ivy us Joey us Salli us. It is one of those rare moments when all the shared hopes, dreams and aspirations have finally come to fruition. During the previous ninety-three minutes, against resounding odds, I watched the team I owned and loved get promoted to the Premier League.

We had just beaten West Ham United, the overwhelming favourites, in the play-off final. Prior to the game I had heard on good authority that the Hammers had already booked their victory party and bus parade through the streets of East London. Oh dear, Mr Pardew. Take the hotel, for instance. We were booked into the Vale of Glamorgan, where all the previous play-off winners had stayed.

The Hammers also drew the short straw in terms of dressing room. They were forced to enter the field from the south dressing room, which had yet to yield a play-off winner. I had taken the striker off the administrators at Wimbledon Football Club in recompense for failing to pay their cleaning-up bills at Selhurst Park when they were our tenants.

Talk about cleaning up: I had just watched Shipperley bag a six-figure goal bonus for the solitary strike that catapulted us into the big time and instantaneously cleared the entire West Ham end of the stadium. As a precautionary safety net I had attempted to broker a unique deal with West Ham whereby the losers kept the entire gate receipts as a small consolation prize instead of sharing them.

The arrogant buggers were so confident they were having none of it. Their loss. People never forget where they were at key moments in history. For me, Saturday 29 May was one of them. I had delivered on my promise to bring Premier League football back to Selhurst Park.

The almost daily battles, bust-ups and dramas that had ensued since then receded into distant memory that day. The moral of this book is in its title, Be careful what you wish for. I mean its no secret that every time I see a pair of pretty shoes or anything I wish I could have them I know you do too. And its not that I don't want all my wishes to come true, all I'm saying is that if they did there's hardly any fun in it.

A thought that raises the question; Are we ready to direct our lives in particular directions and have our impulsive momentary wishes happen in deed?

Does Heather really want to be with her cute neighbor, whom she with all her heart wished for? Is everything she asked for all that she can ultimately be? There is a fine line between blessings and curses, and that fine line is that super power of hers. I am half way through it and can't put it down! Do you know of any other good books by this author or a similar author?

Please let me know if you do. Report Abuse. Maybe I'll try it again since you like it so much. If you want a good holiday-type light read then The Nanny Diaries is very entertaining - maybe because I was a nanny before I was a librarian! Happy reading to you! Source s. When was the last time you made a wish? And what was it? We mean the little things we unconsciously wish for as part of our daily.

I actually had to put the book down for a while and go away as I was crying so much - even though I knew in the end all would be well. Maybe the ending is just a little too perfect, but heck I'm not complaining, and I'm glad Heather found the life that was right for her.

Good stuff. Book by Potter, Alexandra. I wish I could get a seat on the tube. I hadn't eaten that entire bag of Maltesers.