Arcadia Falls

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Financial straits and a desire for a fresh start take recently widowed Meg Rosenthal and her aloof teenage daughter, Sally, to Arcadia Falls, a tucked-away hamlet in upstate New York where Meg has accepted a teaching position at a boarding school. The creaky, neglected cottage they’ll be calling home feels like an ill omen, but Meg is determined to make the best of it. Then a shocking crisis strikes: During Arcadia’s First Night bonfire, one of Meg’s folklore students plunges to her death in a campus gorge. ...
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Overview

Financial straits and a desire for a fresh start take recently widowed Meg Rosenthal and her aloof teenage daughter, Sally, to Arcadia Falls, a tucked-away hamlet in upstate New York where Meg has accepted a teaching position at a boarding school. The creaky, neglected cottage they’ll be calling home feels like an ill omen, but Meg is determined to make the best of it. Then a shocking crisis strikes: During Arcadia’s First Night bonfire, one of Meg’s folklore students plunges to her death in a campus gorge. Sheriff Callum Reade finds the presumed accident suspicious, but then, he is a man with a dark past himself. Meg is unnerved by Reade’s interest in the girl’s death, and as long-buried secrets emerge, she must face down her own demons and the danger threatening to envelop Sally. As the past clings tight to the present, the shadows, as if in a terrifying fairy tale, grow longer and deadlier.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
 “Carol Goodman’s luminous prose and superb storytelling will keep you entertained into the late hours.”—Nancy Pickard

“Addictive . . . [Carol] Goodman delivers an engaging, original story.”—The Boston Globe

“Gracefully written and engaging . . . Goodman specializes in atmospheric literary thrillers, and her newest book . . . is an especially fine specimen of its type.”—The Denver Post
 
“[Goodman] gives her many fans a new dose of what she does best: good storytelling, with velvet swaths of Gothic mist and fairy-tale eeriness.”—The Plain Dealer
 
“[A] moving story of mothers and daughters and the hard choices women must make . . . Goodman combines gripping suspense with strong characters and artistic themes. Those who read Anita Shreve or Jodi Picoult are likely to become fans.”—Library Journal

Publishers Weekly
Goodman (The Night Villa) delivers the goods her fans expect in this atmospheric and fast-moving gothic story: buried secrets, supernatural elements, and a creepy setting. Following the death of her husband, Meg Rosenthal accepts a job teaching at an upstate New York boarding school and moves there with her teenage daughter, Sally. The school, Arcadia Falls, also happens to be central to her thesis, which focuses on the two female coauthors of fairy tales: Vera Beecher, who founded the school, and her friend Lily Eberhardt, who died mysteriously in 1947. While the campus is bucolic, school life proves anything but—Meg thinks she sees ghosts and Arcadia’s brightest and most ambitious student, Isabel Cheney, is found dead in a ravine. Feeling Sally drifting further from her each day, Meg finds refuge in Lily’s preserved diary and begins to unravel the secrets behind Isabel’s death. Goodman doesn’t do anything new, but her storytelling is as solid as ever, and the book is reliably entertaining. (Mar.)
Library Journal
After her husband's sudden death leaves her in debt, Meg Rosenthal must liquidate everything and jump-start her career. She gets a teaching job at a private boarding school in the upstate New York town of Arcadia Falls, but leaving Long Island luxury is a tough adjustment for Meg's teenaged daughter Sally. Soon after their arrival, a student dies in an accident and Meg discovers that Arcadia Falls is full of secrets. Intermingled with the present-day story is the equally suspenseful tale of the school's two female founders, one of whom died mysteriously. The two mysteries intersect through Meg's doctoral research into the life of one of the women, but just when the resolution seems clear, Goodman throws another plot twist—or two—our way. The final resolution may require a smidgen of suspension of disbelief, but, overall, readers will enjoy Goodman's clear prose and well-drawn characters in this moving story of mothers and daughters and the hard choices women must make. VERDICT As in her previous novels (The Night Villa, The Lake of Dead Languages), Goodman combines gripping suspense with strong characters and artistic themes. Those who read Anita Shreve or Jodi Picoult are likely to become fans.—Beth Lindsay, Washington State Univ. Libs., Pullman
Kirkus Reviews
Goodman's latest melding of faux folklore and neo-gothic melodrama (The Night Villa, 2008, etc.). When Meg Rosenthal is offered a teaching position and free tuition for daughter Sally at a bucolic boarding school in the Catskills, she can hardly refuse. She's been exiled from Long Island by hedgie husband Jude's recent business collapse, followed shortly by his sudden death of a heart attack. Originally an artists' colony founded in the late 1920s by lesbian couple Vera Beecher and Lily Eberhardt, the Arcadia School is an ideal venue for Meg's academic specialty, fairy tales. Indeed, its grounds ominously recall the setting of her favorite fable, "The Changeling Girl," which Lily wrote and illustrated. During Arcadia's annual fall pagan festival, a student, Isabel, falls off a cliff on the edge of campus. Years before, Lily fell to her death from the same cliff, much to Vera's everlasting grief and chagrin, especially since she believed Lily had forsaken her for society painter Virgil Nash. Called in to investigate Isabel's death, broodingly handsome local sheriff Callum Reade meets Meg, kindling sparks of incipient romance. At Vera and Lily's former residence, Fleur-de-Lis, Meg discovers Lily's lost diary, which reveals that Virgil impregnated her during an intemperate fling. Fearing Vera's wrath, Lily accepted a commission to paint a mural for a convent, St. Lucy's, which sheltered unwed mothers and orphans. Sixteen years later, having told neither Vera nor Virgil that she gave birth, Lily retrieved her daughter, Ivy St. Clare, from St. Lucy's orphanage and brought the girl to Arcadia as her "protegee." So that explains why now-ancient Ivy is the school's dean, but not why she is sotightly wound and always skulking around spying on people. Given the early introduction of a convenient cliff and a changeling motif, one can expect many cliffhangers and switched babies, and in this Goodman does not disappoint. The denouement, however, will leave many readers baffled. Passably engaging, principally for its meditations on the ever-shifting challenges facing women artists. Author tour to New York and New England cities
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345497543
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/8/2011
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 603,874
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Carol Goodman is the author of The Lake of Dead Languages, The Seduction of Water, The Drowning Tree, The Ghost Orchid, The Sonnet Lover, and The Night Villa. The Seduction of Water won the Hammett Prize, and others of her novels have been nominated for the Dublin/IMPAC Award and the Mary Higgins Clark Award. Her fiction has been translated into eight languages. She lives in New York State with her family.

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Chapter One


"We're lost," my daughter tells me for the third time in an hour. "I told you we should have gotten GPS. Lexy's mother has it and they never get lost."

"We're not lost," I reply, biting back the urge to tell Sally that one, we can no longer afford the things Lexy's mother can, and two, the only places Lexy's mother drives to are the Americana shopping center and the hair salon, two destinations within a five-mile radius of their Kings Point home, and so she is not likely to get lost. Instead I say: "We're taking the scenic route."

Sally rolls her eyes, throwing her head, neck, and shoulders into a gesture so practiced it has attained the grace of a yoga asana. I told her this a few weeks ago, making a joke of it. It was the kind of thing she and I used to joke about: eye-rolling teenagers. Instead of laughing, she asked me with exaggerated patience not to try to be funny anymore. And would I please stop comparing everything to yoga, she added as she plugged her iPod buds into her ears.

"Scenic would imply that we were able to see something. How remote is this place?"

"It's only two and a half hours to the city."

"There's a train?" Sally asks, stretching her neck and sniffing as if scenting the air for freedom. When she sits up straight you can see how lovely she is-like an exotic wading bird craning its long neck.

"Well, no, I don't think so. There might be a bus."

"Oh," Sally says, slouching back into her more characteristic slump. She pulls her long legs-in the prefaded jeans that cost more than the rent on my first apartment-up to her chin and plugs in her iPod. "Great. A bus." I may as well have suggested she take a coach and four. Good thing. The last thing I want is Sally running off to the city.

She has a point about the limited visibility of this scenic drive, though. As soon as we got off the highway a low-lying fog had settled on either side of the narrow two-lane country road snaking up into the mountains. I could point out that she used to like fog, that I used to wake her up early on foggy mornings so I could walk her to school. We'd pretend that we were lost in the woods. I'd be Hansel to her Gretel, the Woodsman to her Little Red Riding Hood. She liked the idea of being lost. Her favorite stories were about children lost in the woods and the tricks they used to find their way home-bread crumb trails and yarn unraveled from sweater cuffs. It was a game you could enjoy when you knew what the ending would be: a lighted cottage window shining through the dark, all disfiguring spells broken, and the world restored to what it should be. I couldn't blame her for losing faith in that kind of storybook ending.

It isn't much fun being really lost, which we are now. Although I printed out the directions from the school's website, they'd seemed a little unclear to me. When I called for clarification, Ivy St. Clare, the dean, had laughed. "Oh, we consider it part of the application procedure. Only those who can find Arcadia belong here." Then she had gone on to give a series of impressionistic route suggestions. "By all means take the scenic route that follows Wittekill Creek. Turn right when you see an old decrepit barn-you're a mile from the school when you see that-and then up a steep hill and past the apple orchard where we used to have concerts on summer evenings." Then she had gone into a ten-minute reverie on the days when the Arcadia School was still an arts colony with famous musicians, poets, and painters who all collaborated (a word she used frequently and invested with some magical import). Even Virgil Nash, the famous painter and one of the first teachers at the colony, had played the mandolin. Over the phone, I'd had to listen to a long anecdote about Virgil Nash and some women potters before getting a momentary chance to ask her what I did after we passed the apple orchard (Turn left at the sign of the White Witch). I have the directions on a Post-it note affixed to the dashboard (Poor man's GPS, I quipped to Sally earlier, forgetting her banning of jokes), but they won't do me much good if I can't see the orchard or the sign.

"Do those look like apple trees?" I ask, not really expecting a response from my plugged-in daughter. She gives herself away, though, by glancing out the window at the hobble-branched shapes looming out of the fog on the left side of the road.

"Hey," she says, peeling the buds out of her ears, "those remind me of that story you used to read to me when I was little. Trees like gnomes on crutches marching through the mire."

"They are those trees," I say, trying to keep my voice flat. Enthusiasm, another emotion under interdiction, is a surefire way to scare off any nascent curiosity in Sally. I'm thrilled, though, that she remembers the story. "Remember, I told you that the two women who wrote and illustrated the story, Vera Beecher and Lily Eberhardt, lived here."

"Oh yeah, the lesbians you're writing about."

"We don't know that they were lesbians, honey," I point out, wondering what her current stance on lesbianism is. Last year there was a flurry of nervous e-mails among the mothers of Sally's friends about a new trend in bisexual experimentation, which basically boiled down to Jessica Feingold having made up a story about two girls making out at her Sweet Sixteen. When I asked Sally about it, she dismissed the whole incident as fallout from a recent TV episode, which featured two girls kissing. Then she told me I was no longer allowed to use the words sexuality, gender, or making out.

"Unmarried women often lived together back then. That's how the art colony was started. Some women artists from the city banded together to live up here so that they could work as artists instead of having to get married and spend their time raising families." I pause, wondering if I've just made it sound like having children and pursuing an artistic career are mutually exclusive and how I could explain that back then-in the twenties and thirties-they often were. "These women met at an art school in New York and decided they could pursue careers as artists better if they didn't marry. One of them, Vera Beecher, offered her family estate. Then a bunch of other artists joined them-"

"Like a hippie commune?" Sally asks.

"Sort of, only this was in the late twenties and early thirties, way before hippies. They called themselves bohemians or socialists. It was even before beatniks-"

"I know, Mom, like Audrey Hepburn in those Gap ads."

"Yes, well, anyway they called it Arcadia-after the town, of course, but also because Arcadia was a place in Greece where life was supposed to be perfect."

"And was it?" she asks.

"Was it what?"

"Was life here"-she rolls her eyes-"perfect?"

"Well, nothing's perfect," I begin, but then I realize how often I have given her this speech over the last ten months. She doesn't have to roll her eyes; I'm as bored with the concept as she is. "For a time, yes. They were able to live off money they made doing illustrations for fashion magazines and children's books, which gave them the freedom to do paintings. Vera Beecher was commissioned to do the murals for a college in Pennsylvania and together she and Lily Eberhardt wrote and illustrated fairy tales. That one I used to read you-"

"The Changeling Girl-was that what it was called?"

"Yes," I say, hardly daring to say more, so glad am I that she remembers our old favorite bedtime story. "That was their first fairy tale. They went on to write others and they became so popular that they had enough money to start the school. The proceeds from the fairy tales still fund scholarships for high school students who are talented in writing, visual arts, or music." Like you, I'm tempted to add, but I don't because the last time I told her she was talented she told me that it felt like I was pressuring her. "Do you remember how The Changeling Girl went?"

"Oh, oh, oh . . . There once was a girl who liked to pretend she was lost until . . . until . . ."

"Until the day she really lost her way. She liked to play-"

"In the old orchard and pretend the trees were gnomes on crutches marching through the mire," Sally finishes, her voice ranging through all the forbidden emotions of glee and delight. "Until one day she met an old witch dressed all in white-ohmygod, stop, stop!" Sally shouts, pounding on the dashboard so hard I almost swerve off the road. "There she is! The white witch!"

Out of the fog a pale shape careens drunkenly-a cut-out tin woman with a witch's hat and broom. Rust has covered the painted metal sign, but clearly this is the White Witch, the only remnant of a Prohibition-era speakeasy that was here when the artists first moved up from the city.

"This is the way," I say, turning the car up a narrow private drive. Instantly we are plunged into a twilight so deep I have to stop the car . . . and it stalls, reminding me that Jude's temperamental eleven- year-old Jaguar is past due for its service appointment. But instead of adding and subtracting figures in my head-what I'd get for the car, how much it would cost to replace, how much is left in savings, how much we needed to live on in Great Neck, how little we could live on somewhere else, what could I get for the house, how much would Sally hate me for making her move before her junior year of high school-a process that's become second nature over the last few months, I look up at the arched canopy of trees overhead, their branches intertwining like clasped hands, and listen to the sound of water dripping from their dappled limbs. Then I let out a breath that I feel like I've been holding for the ten months since Jude's secretary called to tell me he'd collapsed during his weekly squash game and been taken to St. Francis Hospital because they had the best cardiac care.

"It's the crystal path that the lost girl takes after she meets the white witch," Sally says, her voice clear as crystal itself. They're the first words untinged by bitterness or regret I've heard her say in months. "See, the trees look like girls in torn dresses because of the way the bark's peeling and they're holding up their freckled arms to make a canopy to protect the lost girl on her journey. And when the sun comes through the trees it catches on the fog droplets and turns them to crystal-oh!" Sally grabs my hand. My heart thuds so hard in my chest that I'm afraid she'll lose a second parent-a thought that, along with the column of figures, keeps me up nights counting my own heartbeats along with the grocery bills and mortgage payments. The life insurance policy is just one of the policies Jude borrowed against in the year before he died. But then I see what she sees. The eastern sky is still a stormy blue, but a sliver of sunlight has appeared at the horizon low in the west. A stream of sunlight brightens the tops of the trees, catching the drops of water among the leaves and making them sparkle like candles in a darkened church.

I look at Sally and see light there, too, a light of wonder that illuminates her face. For the moment, it erases the dark circles under her eyes, the rashy skin around her mouth, the hacked-off ends of her dark auburn hair, and the torn cuticles on her hands. She could be the lovely child I remember from a year ago.

Cautiously, I start the car, praying the engine will turn over smoothly for a change-and it does! Maybe this place is perfect, I think. "Do you remember the rest of the story?"

"Yeah, but you tell it. You always told it so well."

"Okay," I say, scarcely believing my luck. I can't remember the last time I did anything right in Sally's eyes. "After the lost girl meets the white witch she takes the crystal path into the woods and there at the end of it she finds the witch's cottage. The witch takes her in and tells her that if she works for her for a year her family will have everything they need-a warm home, enough to eat, rich suitors for her sisters, beautiful clothes for her mother.

" 'But won't they miss me?' the girl asks.

"But the witch explains that she will send in her stead a fairy changed to look just like her."

"The changeling girl," Sally says.

"Yes. All the girl has to do is go to the old copper beech tree at the edge of the meadow and dig up a root-"

"Is that a copper beech?" Sally asks, pointing up the hill through a gap in the sycamores where a single tree with wine-colored leaves stands on a green lawn before a stone Tudor mansion. I shiver at a detail I always left out when I read the story to Sally-that the beech's leaves were red with the blood of the changelings that lived in its roots. This whole part of the story always struck me as creepy, but I go on, not willing to waste a minute of Sally's attention.

"Yes, it is," I tell her. "The girl digs until she finds a bit of gnarled root shaped like a tiny baby. She takes it out of the ground and wraps it in a piece of calico cloth, which she tears from her own dress-"

"That's why the sycamore trees are like girls with torn dresses," Sally crows. I steal a glance at her. She's sitting up in her seat, the white buds of the iPod tangled in her lap-like naked roots, I think with a little shudder-her eyes shining.

"You know, I never thought of that," I say, "but I think you may be right. Anyway, the witch had told her that she must wash the root in well water, not the water from the stream, but the well is a long way off and the girl knows that the bucket will be hard to haul up. As she's walking toward the well she crosses over the stream-"

As if on cue, the Jag's tires bump over a wooden bridge and Sally thumps the window with her hands in her excitement, the rings on her fingers chattering against the glass like loose teeth. "This is it! This is it!" she cries. "And of course the girl-like all stupid girls in fairy tales-disobeys the witch and washes the root in the stream. And then she goes back to the witch's house and she has to sleep with the root tucked up in bed next to her. Ugh! Remember how that used to scare me? I'd wake up sure that the root was in my bed and that it had come alive in the night, but it would just be one of my stuffed animals, and Dad would have to come in and search through my whole bed."

"He'd take off the sheets and shake out the blankets," I say, stealing another look at Sally to see how she's taking the introduction of her father into the story. The therapist I've taken her to says I ought not to be afraid of sharing anecdotes about Jude, but once again the effect has been to clam her up. She hunches her shoulders, making the bones around her neck stick out. How much weight has she lost since Jude died? When did I last see her eat a real meal? She ordered blueberry pancakes at the diner we stopped at in Rockland County this morning, but she only ate half of one. What kid ever left a pancake unfinished? I wonder if I should say something else about her father here-how he loved her so much that he'd have searched through all the beds in all the world to make sure they were safe for her, that the fact that he up and died on us with debts and second mortgages and borrowed-against life insurance doesn't mean he didn't love us.

But I soldier on with the fairy tale, as the road climbs steadily through a dense pine forest that is as dark and mysterious as the forest where the witch lives.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2010

    Interesting but convoluted story

    I found this an interesting and compelling read for a good portion of the story, but toward the end it got too convoluted and -- at times -- unbelievable. How many times, for example, did Meg Rosenthal nearly fall to her death into the clove? And how many times do others nearly fall? Four people in the story actually DO fall to their deaths (3 present day, one in the past) but despite the obvious danger, the school continues to allow the students to hold their pagan rites which always seem to involve approaching the cliff. And while I'm on the subject, what about the death of the student? No mention of her parents demanding an investigation, particularly of the loosey goosey attitude the administration continues to harbor toward these dangerous rites? No immediate ban on future rites? Then in another unbelievable scene leading up to the next death, we are asked to picture an octogenarian jumping out a window and running up a hill into the woods with Meg and a student chasing after her. I also really still don't understand the motivations in the two murders. They don't seem enough reason to commit murder. The descriptions of the trees and the changeling fairy tale themes were interesting, just not enough to mask the common sense problems with the story.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 6, 2010

    Arcadia Falls is a captivating read!

    I'd never read a Carol Goodman book before so I wasn't sure what to expect starting this book. I have to say that I really enjoyed it! Meg is a totally believable mom with a teenage daughter that reminds me a lot of my daughter. They move to an artsy private boarding school where Meg takes a job teaching at the school loacated in a small rural community in Upstate New York that reminds me of the town I live in.

    Meg is familiar with the town because of an old fairy tale called The Changeling Girl that she used to tell her daughter when she was younger. This fairy tale totally captivated me! The fairy tale is woven in and out throughout the book. Soon there is a mysterious death at the boarding school and Meg is drawn into the dark secrets surrounding the school when she finds an old journal.

    I won't give away any more of the story because I know you'll want to read it! I really enjoyed Carol Goodman's style of writing. It was so hard for me to put the book down that dinner was noticabely late one night because I just had to find out what happened!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 5, 2010

    Will the past repeat itself?

    Recently widowed Meg Rosenthanl and her teenage daughter Sally, leave surburbia and hope to begin a new life in upstate New York. Orginally conceived as an artists colony, the Arcadia school has become an arts boarding school and Meg feels fortunate to have secured a teaching job that comes housing and a place for Sally to attend as well. A death begins to mirror another death from the early 40's and the school's background in pagan rituals, folklore and fairytales comes under susupicion. The story, with its many twists, was easy to follow and I didn't mind that I figured some of them out before the characters. I also enjoyed the past storyline intermingling with the present.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 31, 2009

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    Not a bad read

    When I first started to read the book I found it interesting. Then it started to drag. Nothing interesting really happened until Chapter 6. I was expecting a different type of story all together. The main character was talking about fairy tails so I was expecting something enchanting. Then when I noticed that it was not going to be an enchanting story I was hoping for a mystery that was not predictable and was let down. Early into the book I predicted the end and I was right on the nose. All in all it was not a terrible book and it is a good one to end the year!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2012

    Acadia i just didnt like

    Acadia falls was hard to fallow the plot was rushed and other timea in misplace oderly i didnot enjoy acadia falls

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2012

    Loved it

    Very good read! If you love the Brothers Grim and fairy tales twisted up with a modern day mystery I recomend this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2011

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    Full of possibilites, not all fulfilled

    Goodman's story starts off strong. Her narrative and descriptive voice is engaging and her premise holds alot of possibility. It has all the elements to be a fantastic story about the lives of women. It's layered with suspense and mystery both modern and historical. However, toward the middle it begins to lose steam. There is a level of redundancy to some of her major plot moments. Certain characters never stretch beyond the initial flatness they begin with and her pop-culture references glare oddly out of what is otherwise a sort of timeless, otherwordly setting. I will definitely try another of her novels, but this one didn't quite come through as I had hoped.

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  • Posted July 23, 2011

    Loved it!

    This is the first Carol Goodman book l've read and l can't wait to read another. I couldn't put the book down.

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  • Posted April 26, 2011

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    Ms. Goodman has done it again...and well

    I love Carol Goodman's books and this one is no exception. Her characters are memorable, believable, and so human that they feel as if they are in the room with you. The atmosphere that she creates at the private art school in Arcadia Falls is suspenseful and charming in equal amounts. Ms. Goodman's detailed descriptions and intelligent dialogue make this a wonderful book to settle in with on a rainy weekend to escape from the real world. I listened to the audio edition and the reader, Jen Taylor, was very good. I would definitely listen to a book narrated by her again.

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  • Posted January 21, 2011

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    the strong characters make for a taut thriller

    When Jude Rosenthal suddenly died from a heart attack, he left behind a widow Meg, a teen daughter Sally and a ton of debt. With no time to grieve and unable to remain in their exclusive Long Island home, Meg quickly accepts a teaching position at the Acadia private school in the Catskills in Acadia Falls; Sally receives free tuition to attend.

    Soon after mother and daughter arrive, a student Isabel dies after falling off a nearby cliff. Meg learns the school was founded just before the Depression by a lesbian couple Vera Beecher and author Lily Eberhardt who wrote the classic fable "The Changeling Girl." Lily fell from the same cliff that Isabel just did. Meanwhile Sheriff Callum Reade investigates the recent fall while he and the new teacher are attracted to one another. Meg find Lily's lost diary and learns that painter Virgil Nash impregnated her, which is why the painter fled her lover to paint a mural for a convent, St. Lucy's for unwed mothers and orphans. Years later Lily's daughter Ivy St. Clare arrived to attend the school; the same woman who is now dean of the school.

    Although over edge of the cliff, the strong characters make for a taut thriller. The emphasis is on the role of women in society as females make difficult choices often alone that sacrifice their desires and impact their loved ones. Frequently, the female is unfairly held accountable by others who fail to wear the "Scarlet Letter" wearer's moccasins; instead ignore the available possibilities that the decision maker weighed costs (including emotional) vs. benefits, which makes it easier to morally condemn the female for her selection. Character driven with a strong cast including the journals written by the lesbian lovers, readers will enjoy this deep tale of choices.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted June 10, 2010

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    Good, Not Great, But Good

    Carol Goodman is one of my favorite authors and I could not wait until her newest novel was released. It has all the mystery and intrigue that I think her reader's expect from her, but the romantic-connection between the main male and female character wasn't as strong as it is in some of her other novels. The characters were likable but their relationship weren't as developed as I would have liked. I feel that Goodman could have used an extra 50 pages to add some more events that would make their relationships seem more believable. The plot was good, somewhat predictable at times, but I don't think a Goodman fan will be disappointed with her newest novel.

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  • Posted May 16, 2010

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    More than what I expected.

    This is the first Carol Goodman book I ever read and I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked it. At first, her writing seemed extremely overdescriptive. It was hard to get past her page long descriptions of how the trees looked or how the sky looked, but as I kept reading I came to appreciate those descriptions because they really helped to create a unique atmosphere for the novel. I really could picture Arcadia in my head and it made it that much easier for me to get completely absorbed in this book. The characters are great; they are slightly flawed and slightly humorous and all together very well written. I also really like how the story jumps between present day and the past via the journal entries. I have read several other Carol Goodman novels since this one and I have noticed that she does the same sort of time jumping in other novels too, but I love it and I think it is a great method of telling a complicated story. All in all, I really liked this book and I will continue to read Goodman's work.

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  • Posted April 19, 2010

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    A little Mystery and a little Magic

    I chose this book because it's about a teacher, and I'm a teacher, but it turned out to be so much more. I love it when authors are able to tell a story inside a story. The main characters attempt to solve a mystery that happened at the boarding school years before. A little mystery, a little magic, and a priceless read.

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  • Posted March 29, 2010

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    A Mystery Set at an Art School

    Meg Rosenthal is grieving over the death of her husband. His death was unexpected and he left her with many debts. She takes a job at a boarding school in upstate New York, sells their home, and moves to Arcadia Falls with their daughter Sally. The school has a long rich history. It was started as an artist's colony by Vera Beecher and Lily Eberhardt. Lily tragically died falling into the cove at the falls. Only a few days after arriving, a young student falls to her death very much like Lily did. Are the two deaths connected?

    I thought this story would have a literal ghost or haunting. There is nothing paranormal about this novel. Instead, the characters are haunted by past memories. There is a story about a woman in white that is said to materialize in the woods surrounding the falls. The tale does play an important part in the plot, but the apparition that plagues the school is Lily's death and its consequences.

    Folklore plays a big part in the plot. Vera and Lily, the founders of the school, wrote and illustrated an original fairytale. Meg and Sally start to recite the story as they get near the boarding school. Meg is a folklore teacher who is researching the history of the school. The fairytale was very important to her when she was growing up. The tale holds many clues to Lily's death.

    This mystery was a compulsive read. It was fun to decipher the clues and figure out the ending before the main character. Unfortunately, the number of people and the circumstances that cause them to fall to their deaths becomes comical. I also didn't like how Meg and Sally turn out to be a part of Arcadia Falls history. I thought that was a bit far fetched.

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  • Posted March 22, 2010

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    Carol Goodman books have a magical aura about them . . .

    I always know I will be well entertained when I choose a Carol Goodman book - now that I have finished ARCADIA FALLS, I am on the edge of my seat waiting for her next offering. I was glad that this was another book set in a private school, as this author excells with this type of environment in her stories. One thing I didn't understand was why the ending had to be so twisted and jumbled - it almost seemed contrived to make Arcadia Falls heroines heirs in some way to the school's history. This is the first time I have ever questioned anything about this author's works. Ms. Goodman's novels are so masterfully crafted that they stand alone and do not need trick endings that leave the reader with questions.

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  • Posted March 9, 2010

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    Stunning!

    Meg is trying to push forward in life and Sally is closing herself off. Meg is unhappy that the two of them have drifted so far apart and with the death of Meg's husband, Sally's father, the bridge between them has been closed off.

    Meg wants to move to a new place and start a new life. Money troubles just reinforce the need to move on. Meg accepts a job as a teacher and is desperately trying to make the best of the cards she has been dealt.

    When one of Meg's students dies during a bonfire and the sheriff feels that foul play may be the cause, she learns that everyone has skeletons in their closet and some will kill to keep that closet locked.

    This stunning book is the work of a truly artistic writer. I plunged into this novel and almost suffocated because I didn't want to come up for air. Read it in one sitting if you can. Consider yourself warned:)

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