Title: Buried Appearances
Author: D.E. Haggerty
Release date: November 4th, 2013
Skylar Dewitt has been ostracized her entire life due to her grandfather’s well-known sympathies with the Nazis. But now her grandfather’s body has been recovered in the Netherlands in an area famous for being a Nazi killing ground. Why would her grandfather be buried in a place legendary for assassinations of resistance members? Skylar jets off to Holland in search of answers about her grandfather’s demise. Along the way she finds long-lost family and old friends but will she solve the mystery of what happened to her grandfather? And maybe she discovers something more valuable than resolving any mystery could be: herself
Excerpt from Buried Appearances
By D.E. Haggerty
After I hang up the phone, I sit and stare at my computer for a while. I still have no clue how to carry on. I am completely and utterly stuck. I am at a loose end and don’t know what to do. I do have one promise, however, that I made to Griet before I left Michigan that I have to fulfill. I head off to the Wertheim park to fulfill that promise.
I stand at the Auschwitz memorial in the park and try to hold back my tears. It is so breathtakingly sad here. The smashed mirrors dominating this tiny park are heartbreaking. The memorial epitomizes the dichotomy that is the war and Holland. On the one hand, I am standing in front of a heart wrenching monument to the Dutch victims of the Holocaust that died in Auschwitz but in the background I hear the tram rumble by, dogs barking as they run around the grass of the park and children playing soccer on the other side of the fence.
The Dutch continue with their lives as I slowly kneel and place white tulips on the memorial. I have one tulip for each member of Griet’s family that perished in the camps. As I stand, I can’t help but let the tears fall. I don’t know how Griet has survived such sadness, such heartbreak. “Gaat het me u,” I hear behind me.
I run the back of my arm across my eyes before turning. I don’t want anyone to see my tears. Tears I normally never let fall. “Sorry,” I start. “Ik spreek geen Nederlands.” I don’t speak Dutch being one of the few phrases I do speak in Dutch.
He smiles gently at me. “I asked if you are okay.”
I try to smile at him but I’m sure my smile wobbles. “It’s just so sad.” I lamely comment.
The stranger nods and looks at my tulips. “Your family?” He asks.
I shake my head. “No, it’s for Griet.”
“She’s my friend or rather Oma’s friend back home.” I explain rather dumbly.
He nods. “For not speaking Dutch, your pronunciation is good.”
“My dad was Dutch. Oma emigrated with dad to America after the war.” Why am I telling the stranger these things? I shrug. “I guess I’m half-Dutch but I grew up in America. Oma didn’t teach me Dutch. I try to forget I was Dutch or at least I used to.”
“Why would you want to forget who you are? Where you came from?” He looks genuinely interested.
I shrug and try to act nonchalant. “My family was bad during the war. I got bullied about it.”
“Bad? What does that mean?”
“My grandfather was a NSBer,” I start. “But now I’m here because it looks like he might have been killed by the Nazis. I’m trying to figure out what happened but I’m getting nowhere.”
He tilts his head and stares intensely at me. “Do you want to go get a coffee and tell me all about it?” His request shocks me. Although the Dutch are nice and outwardly friendly, I haven’t experienced any instant friendships like in America.
I look intently at the man. He is a stranger but it’s broad daylight and for some reason I don’t feel threatened by him. He looks to be my age, maybe older. He doesn’t look like a psycho killer but I guess that psycho killers never look like psycho killers either. This trip is all about taking chances and leaving my comfort zone so I shrug and hold out my hand. “I’m Skylar.”
He takes my hand and shakes it firmly but gently. “Nicolaas.”
About the Author:
I was born and raised in Wisconsin but think I’m a European (a cloggy to be exact). After spending my senior year of high school in Germany, I developed a bad case of wanderlust that is yet to be cured. After high school I returned to the U.S. to go to college ending up with a Bachelor’s degree in History at the tender age of 20 while still managing to spend time bouncing back and forth to Europe during my vacations (oh the benefits of a long-distance relationship). Unable to find a job after college and still suffering from wanderlust, I joined the U.S. Army as a Military Policewoman for 5 years (the Peace Corps was too much paperwork). While stationed in Heidelberg, Germany, I met my future husband, a flying Dutchman (literally). After being given my freedom from the Army, I went off to law school. I finished law school and moved to the Netherlands with my husband and became a commercial lawyer for more than a decade. During a six month break from the lawyering world, I wrote Unforeseen Consequences. Although I finished the book, I went back to the law until I could no longer take it and upped stakes and moved to Germany to start a B&B. Three years after starting the B&B, I got the itch to try something else and decided to pull the manuscript for Unforeseen Consequences out of the attic and get it published as an e-book. Between tennis, running, traveling, singing off tune, reading, playing part-time lawyer and running the B&B, I’m working on my 3rd book.
Official Website: http://www.dehaggerty.com
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