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Imogene always wanted her freedom from her mother, and now she has it.
Mother Dearest,
I am still trying to sift through the events of last night. It all feels very surreal. When I woke up this morning, I hoped it was a dream. I’d even accept it as a nightmare. But it’s not. I’m not with you and that alone feels catastrophic. I can’t believe we had our first fight!
But the tendrils connecting a mother to her daughter will always run deep.
Freedom is a funny thing. It’s something I wanted so badly, but now I’m wondering if what I had with you was better? Is the price of all of this going to be worth it? Do you miss me yet?
What you said was hurtful, but I know I deserved it. I’m still processing my departure, it was rather sudden. I hope you know I haven’t been planning this. It just happened.
Imogene doesn’t know how to handle her mother’s estrangement. But then she meets the perfect man, the one even her mother would approve of. She just knows that once they get married, her mother will welcome her back with open arms. Except he has a wife and daughter.
As mother always said, a problem is only a problem until you solve it.
Mother Dearest,
I am still trying to sift through the events of last night. It all feels very surreal. When I woke up this morning, I hoped it was a dream. I’d even accept it as a nightmare. But it’s not. I’m not with you and that alone feels catastrophic. I can’t believe we had our first fight!
But the tendrils connecting a mother to her daughter will always run deep.
Freedom is a funny thing. It’s something I wanted so badly, but now I’m wondering if what I had with you was better? Is the price of all of this going to be worth it? Do you miss me yet?
What you said was hurtful, but I know I deserved it. I’m still processing my departure, it was rather sudden. I hope you know I haven’t been planning this. It just happened.
Imogene doesn’t know how to handle her mother’s estrangement. But then she meets the perfect man, the one even her mother would approve of. She just knows that once they get married, her mother will welcome her back with open arms. Except he has a wife and daughter.
As mother always said, a problem is only a problem until you solve it.
Daisy Buchanan is the top society hostess on East Egg, Long Island, with a successful husband, two beautiful children, and a jaw-dropping house. No one knows that she needs a few Klonopin to get through the day, to forget the unforgettable—that the love of her life, Jay Gatsby, was killed two summers ago. But when Daisy’s best friend, Jordan Baker, is found dead in her pool the morning after her husband Tom’s opulent 40th birthday party, Daisy’s fragile peace is shattered. When people get close to her, they have the awful habit of dying, and she needs to find out why.
As the police investigate Jordan’s murder, Daisy spirals into her own toxic cocktail of revelations and confusion. Is someone watching her, or is that the gin talking? What was it that Jordan wanted to tell her right before she died, and did that secret lead to her demise? Is whoever killed Jordan coming for Daisy next . . . and has that person been here all along?
With razor-sharp social commentary, immersive details, and a propulsive pace, DAISY is an unputdownable read that shines a (bright green) light on one of American literature’s most iconic romantic heroines.
As the police investigate Jordan’s murder, Daisy spirals into her own toxic cocktail of revelations and confusion. Is someone watching her, or is that the gin talking? What was it that Jordan wanted to tell her right before she died, and did that secret lead to her demise? Is whoever killed Jordan coming for Daisy next . . . and has that person been here all along?
With razor-sharp social commentary, immersive details, and a propulsive pace, DAISY is an unputdownable read that shines a (bright green) light on one of American literature’s most iconic romantic heroines.
FATHER WOUND: BREAK UNHEALTHY PATTERNS TO RECLAIM YOUR WORTH AND POWER by Terri Cole, MSW, LCSW
ROOTBOUND by Tarah DeWitt
Tait Logan is proud of the life she’s built. Despite her world-shattering divorce, and the fact that the remainder of her family is estranged from her life, she’s happy . . . happy-adjacent, at least. She’s rebuilt herself through her photography, her one true love. But when she’s contracted to do an assignment on her estranged family’s home, Logan Range, she’s left with no choice but to agree.
Henry Marcum is a cowboy who has dedicated his life to the Logan family and to their ranch. He owes them for raising him, rescuing him, giving him purpose . . . and for every hardship he’s inadvertently brought their way. So, when Tait Logan shows up after twenty years of near total silence, he takes it upon himself to protect the people he knows and loves.
As prickly tension between them rises to a very different kind of strain, Tate and Henry must decide if the potential for disaster is worth the risk that accompanies love.
Set in the mountains and valleys of Idaho on a rustic ranch, ROOTBOUND is a steamy, warm country romance from “master of emotion” (Rachel Lynn Solomon) Tarah DeWitt.
Henry Marcum is a cowboy who has dedicated his life to the Logan family and to their ranch. He owes them for raising him, rescuing him, giving him purpose . . . and for every hardship he’s inadvertently brought their way. So, when Tait Logan shows up after twenty years of near total silence, he takes it upon himself to protect the people he knows and loves.
As prickly tension between them rises to a very different kind of strain, Tate and Henry must decide if the potential for disaster is worth the risk that accompanies love.
Set in the mountains and valleys of Idaho on a rustic ranch, ROOTBOUND is a steamy, warm country romance from “master of emotion” (Rachel Lynn Solomon) Tarah DeWitt.
HERSELF, OF COURSE by Alice McDermott
It is 1980 in New York City, and a young woman is perched on a radiator cover in a spacious SoHo loft. A famous photographer snaps her portrait for a full-page review of her debut novel. Blithely, he predicts her future: “Eventually, no one will really distinguish one book from another—that’s when they’ll start calling you ‘beloved.’”
Victoria Gannon—Vicky to her family, V. to her readers—is a middle-class woman from Rochester, New York, blessed—and cursed—with an unrelenting ambition to write. Through love affairs and professional upheavals, bouts of happiness and loss, love and rage, we follow her from her early days in the grimy city, to a family crisis in Florida, to a charged and surprising encounter at a California college when a charming visitor from her past offers to rewrite the story of her life, far better than she has lived it.
Across four decades—three acts—V. Gannon is dogged by the essential questions of her calling: How do you turn experience into art—and keep from losing yourself? Can you portray real people with honesty—without betrayal? And is it ever possible to capture the truth, in fiction or in life?
Alice McDermott’s HERSELF, OF COURSE is a witty, sensual, profoundly affecting portrait of the artist as a self-knowing woman—the kind of novel that takes in all of what, and who, we are—from one of our most observant and, yes, beloved American writers.
Victoria Gannon—Vicky to her family, V. to her readers—is a middle-class woman from Rochester, New York, blessed—and cursed—with an unrelenting ambition to write. Through love affairs and professional upheavals, bouts of happiness and loss, love and rage, we follow her from her early days in the grimy city, to a family crisis in Florida, to a charged and surprising encounter at a California college when a charming visitor from her past offers to rewrite the story of her life, far better than she has lived it.
Across four decades—three acts—V. Gannon is dogged by the essential questions of her calling: How do you turn experience into art—and keep from losing yourself? Can you portray real people with honesty—without betrayal? And is it ever possible to capture the truth, in fiction or in life?
Alice McDermott’s HERSELF, OF COURSE is a witty, sensual, profoundly affecting portrait of the artist as a self-knowing woman—the kind of novel that takes in all of what, and who, we are—from one of our most observant and, yes, beloved American writers.
TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE by Samantha Jayne Allen