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Miss Julia takes the wheel [text (large print)] / Ann B. Ross.

By: Material type: TextTextSeries: Ross, Ann B. Miss Julia series ; 20.Thorndike Press large print core seriesPublisher: Waterville, Maine : Thorndike Press, a part of Gale, a Cengage Company, 2019Copyright date: ©2019Edition: Large print editionDescription: 495 pages (large print) ; 23 cmContent type:
  • text
Media type:
  • unmediated
Carrier type:
  • volume
ISBN:
  • 9781432858865
  • 1432858866
Subject(s): Genre/Form: LOC classification:
  • PS3568.O84198 M578 2019b
Other classification:
  • FIC000000 | FIC044000 | FIC022040
Summary: "The delightful new installment of the beloved and New York Times bestselling Miss Julia series When Miss Julia's regular doctor goes on vacation with his wife, leaving a replacement in his stead, Miss Julia is immediately concerned. Never one to miss an opportunity to entertain--or size up--a newcomer, she invites the charming Dr. Don Crawford, and his painfully shy wife, Lauren, to dinner. While Miss Julia and Sam both note Lauren's obvious lack of social skills, it's her friends Hazel Marie and Binkie that pick up on some of Dr. Crawford's less palatable qualities. Meanwhile, Lloyd has gotten his first car, and LuAnne, fresh off her divorce, has started a job at the local funeral home and is in urgent need of an occupation-appropriate makeover--Miss Julia has enough on her plate. Yet there is just something she can't place about the Crawfords, and she won't rest until she gets to the bottom of it. As always, hijinks ensue as Ann B. Ross delivers this delightful and entertaining installment, Miss Julia Takes the Wheel, in her bestselling Miss Julia series"-- Provided by publisher.
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A New York Times Bestselling AuthorWhen Miss Julia's regular doctor goes on vacation, she is immediately concerned about his replacement. Never one to miss an opportunity to entertain -- or size up -- a newcomer, she invites the charming Dr. Don Crawford and his painfully shy wife, Lauren, to dinner. While Miss Julia and Sam both note Lauren's obvious lack of social skills, it's her friends Hazel Marie and Binkie that pick up on some of Dr. Crawford's less palatable qualities. Although Miss Julia has enough on her plate, there is just something she can't place about the Crawfords -- and she won't rest until she gets to the bottom of it.

Sequel to: Miss Julia raises the roof.

"The delightful new installment of the beloved and New York Times bestselling Miss Julia series When Miss Julia's regular doctor goes on vacation with his wife, leaving a replacement in his stead, Miss Julia is immediately concerned. Never one to miss an opportunity to entertain--or size up--a newcomer, she invites the charming Dr. Don Crawford, and his painfully shy wife, Lauren, to dinner. While Miss Julia and Sam both note Lauren's obvious lack of social skills, it's her friends Hazel Marie and Binkie that pick up on some of Dr. Crawford's less palatable qualities. Meanwhile, Lloyd has gotten his first car, and LuAnne, fresh off her divorce, has started a job at the local funeral home and is in urgent need of an occupation-appropriate makeover--Miss Julia has enough on her plate. Yet there is just something she can't place about the Crawfords, and she won't rest until she gets to the bottom of it. As always, hijinks ensue as Ann B. Ross delivers this delightful and entertaining installment, Miss Julia Takes the Wheel, in her bestselling Miss Julia series"-- Provided by publisher.

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Chapter 1 "Miss Julia," Dr. Bob Hargrove said as he clicked his pen closed and twirled himself around on his little stool, "you are the most boring patient I have. I can't find a thing wrong with you." "Well, I'm sorry I can't pique your interest with some small malfunction or another." I ran my hand down the front of my blouse, ensuring that all the buttonholes were filled. It's hard enough to undress in a doctor's office, but even more difficult to redress, hurrying as one must to be put back together before he comes waltzing in to announce the verdict of one's yearly examination. "But," I went on, "I get so tired. I don't have the stamina or the energy I once had. And it's hard to bend over or to get out of a chair. And my joints ache and my neck is stiff and my back hurts all the time--something has to be wrong." "Nope," he said, coming to his feet with a slight groan--an indication that he might be dealing with some of the same symptoms. "What you're describing is a natural result of aging." "I suppose," I said, bowing to the obvious, "but I don't like hearing it." My age was a tender subject with me and I didn't like him bringing it up and blaming everything on it. I could still recall the time in my life when every small complaint was laid at the feet of certain internal organs that are exclusive to my gender. Now, however, as those organs have taken themselves into retire- ment, doctors were blaming everything under the sun on advancing age. "None of us do," he said, as if all his patients were octogenarians, and I knew for a fact that his practice consisted mostly of young families. Then with a sidewise glance at me, he asked, "So, how's your driving these days?" "My driving's just fine," I said, stung by the question. How did he know that I'd backed into my boxwood hedge, crushing three of the bushes, gotten mired in the sodden ground cover, and had had to call a wrecker to extricate the car? "Well, keep in mind that age affects the reflexes, and aging is a fact of life, if life lasts long enough. I'm happy to assure you that yours is lasting quite well." "And I certainly appreciate hearing that, but I declare, I hate to think of suffering through every day of what's left of it." He bent his head and stared at me over the top of his glasses. "I can give you something for the aches and pains if you'll take it." "No, I don't want a row of medicine bottles on the windowsill over my sink, and I don't want to have to keep a schedule of when and how much of each one I should take. I don't want to have to be medicated just to be able to get out of bed each morning." "How much exercise do you get?" "My word, Dr. Hargrove, I go up and down the stairs a half dozen times a day. I get plenty of exercise." "But maybe not the right kind," he said, leaning against his desk and crossing one foot over the other. "Why don't you consider some form of regular guided exercise? You might be surprised at how helpful it can be." "Well, I don't know. I'm not interested in running a marathon for charity or walking ten miles for some disease or another." "No," he said, straightening up and getting ready to move on to the next patient. "I'm talking about a low-impact exercise class that you'd do two or three times a week." "Like what?" "Like yoga, or Zumba, or some kind of aerobics. Tai chi is an excellent form of exercise. I recommend it." "Dr. Hargrove, I am a Presbyterian, as you well know, and most of those exercises include some all-encompassing religious view that is most definitely at odds with the Nicene Creed. I don't want anything interfering with my spiritual well-being, thank you very much." "Well, think about it anyway," he said, closing my chart. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he said, "I guess Sue told you that we're leaving for Europe next week--Monday, in fact." Sue Hargrove was a friend, a fellow member of the garden club and the book club, and, in my opinion, a most suitable wife for the well-respected physician. She gave lovely parties. "She told several of us awhile back," I said, "but, I declare, I didn't realize that the time is upon us. I must have you both for dinner before you go." After that conventional invitation, it occurred to me that something more important was staring me in the face. "Doctor, if my memory serves me correctly, Sue said something about an extended tour--a matter of months, even. Will you really be gone that long?" The thought of being without the services of my physician, even though I rarely had need of them, filled me with anxiety. I think he could see the dawning realization of looming abandonment on my face for he stopped and patted me on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Miss Julia," he said. "I have a locum tenens coming in. He and his family will be staying in our house, and he'll take care of my practice. He's highly qualified, a graduate of McGill in Montreal, in fact, and--" "He's from Canada? What's he doing way down here?" "Came to his senses, I expect," Dr. Hargrove said with a wry grin. "His wife's from California, so maybe she drew him south. Anyway, he'll be available just as I've always been. You won't even know I'm gone." I wasn't so sure of that. First of all, a locum tenens meant that his substitute didn't have a practice of his own, otherwise he would be too busy to take over for someone else. And second of all, what was the reason he didn't have a busy practice of his own? The substitute would certainly bear keeping an eye on, but all I could do at the present was thank Dr. Hargrove for seeing me, wish him happy travels, and go home, hoping none of us would require medical care while he was traipsing around Europe. Excerpted from Miss Julia Takes the Wheel by Ann B. Ross All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. 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Publishers Weekly Review

Bestseller Ross's winning 21st mystery set in Abbotsville, N.C. (after 2018's Miss Julia Raises the Roof), finds Miss Julia beside herself with what-ifs after her personal physician, Bob Hargrove, tells her that he's going on a months-long vacation. Bob has hired a fill-in doctor, Don Crawford, but Miss Julia won't be satisfied till she vets the new man herself, so she hosts a small dinner party whose guests include Don and his wife, Lauren, and two couples she and her husband, Sam, are close to. Reviews afterward are mixed, but Don seems generally okay, while everyone feels Lauren is in dire need of socialization. Meanwhile, 15-year-old Lloyd Pickens's dad, PI J.D. Pickens, plans to buy him a car, another source of worry for Miss Julia, and Lloyd is also dealing with the horrors of a Sadie Hawkins Day dance. Soon enough, there are signs of nefarious activity involving Don, and the end results are very bad indeed. Miss Julia is not as savvy this time as she usually is, but she's still a true delight. Agent: Deborah Schneider, Gelfman Schneider Literary. (Apr.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

Booklist Review

In the latest installment in Ross' popular, long-running cozy series about well-meaning meddler Miss Julia, the heroine becomes concerned when her regular doctor goes on an extended vacation, and she senses that his replacement may not be what he seems. Dr. Crawford and his painfully shy wife, Lauren, do not fit into the close-knit community, and Julia is determined to root out why. Meanwhile, she's also busy keeping up with the lives of her friends and family. There's Lloyd, who's learning how to drive and how to navigate teenage-girl drama; LuAnne, who has taken a job at the funeral home, where she must tone herself down; and neighbor Mildred, whose husband had a heart attack ""in bed."" Plus, Julia has decided to try her hand at flipping a ramshackle house. With Miss Julia novels now numbering 20, her faithful readers will relish the latest tale about Ross' characters navigating in quirky, complicated, and ultimately affirming situations.--Aleksandra Walker Copyright 2019 Booklist

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