Birthday Girls

Birthday Girls

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by Jean Stone

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A gifted storyteller who truly "understands the human heart," (Literary Times) Jean Stone returns with another deeply enthralling tale, this one about three women facing fifty—and determined to change their lives....

Once they were childhood friends who celebrated birthdays together, sharing laughter and tears and heartfelt dreams. Then they lost


A gifted storyteller who truly "understands the human heart," (Literary Times) Jean Stone returns with another deeply enthralling tale, this one about three women facing fifty—and determined to change their lives....

Once they were childhood friends who celebrated birthdays together, sharing laughter and tears and heartfelt dreams. Then they lost touch. Yet now, on the brink of turning fifty, one of them is desperate enough to contact the others—looking for more than an innocent reunion....

Abigail is a star, a new Martha Stewart whose weekly TV show has won her millions of fans. Maddie is a brilliant photographer under contract with a hip magazine. And daredevil Kris is a writer whose taut thrillers have been on bestseller lists for years. But one of them carries a dark, tormenting secret; another is obsessed with the man she loved and lost; a third would give anything to start over; and all are haunted by the stark passage of time.

So what will the friends do? They'll share their birthday wishes just like before, only this time they'll go to any lengths to make sure their wishes come true....

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Imagine a follow-up star vehicle to The First Wives Club for Diane Keaton and Bette Midler (Goldie Hawn loses outreplaced by Whitney Houston, perhaps), and you know all you need to know about Stone's (Places by the Sea) latest. Abigail Hardy (a Martha Stewart clone), Maddie Daniels (think Annie Liebovitz) and Kris Kensington (bestselling African American writer la Terry McMillan), were best friends at a tony Westchester girls' prep school. As girls, they used to make birthday wishes, and now as they face 49, Abigail convenes a reunion-cum-birthday lunch and makes a startling proposal that each of them helps the others make a last birthday wish a reality. But what more could these well-coifed and outwardly successful women in full-blown mid-life crisis want? Except for Abigail, the most deeply troubled of the trio, what they crave is underwhelming, a rapprochement with an ex-lover, a late-life baby. Birthday Girls is an often-engaging read, but the clichd plot ultimately disappoints. (Mar.)

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"It would be nice if one of you said something."

Maddie realized she was staring at Abigail--the woman who had everything any woman in the world could possibly ever want, except, of course, kids; but then again, Kris hadn't wanted any either but now she did and, oh God, this was all so confusing it made her head hurt. She blinked. "Maybe you should clarify."

Kris laughed. "I think our queen of the kitchen is saying she wants out."

"Out," Abigail said. "Yes, that's a good word. All my life I've been trying to please others. First it was Grandfather. Then Edmund. Now the entire freaking world."

Maddie watched as Abigail walked over to the fireplace, ran her finger across the carved marble mantle, then looked up to the portraits of her grandfather and his father before him. It struck her that this was not the same, unretouched woman who posed on the cover of In the Rose Garden with Abigail; this was not the same woman who had always been in control. She was pale and drawn; she was . . . vulnerable. God, in all the years Maddie had known her, she'd never once thought of Abigail Hardy as vulnerable.

"I don't even have a clue who I am," Abigail said softly, "By the time I am fifty I need to find out. But I'm not going to learn it by pretending to be someone I no longer want to be."

Maddie now realized that Abigail must definitely have hit menopause. It was the only answer that made any sense. She tried to sound compassionate as she asked, "Have you seen a gynecologist?"

Abigail whipped around. "Don't blame my hormones, Maddie. I've hated every minute of my life for years. Most of all, I hate the damn 'empire' I worked so hard tocreate. Now I'm going to do something about it."

It was difficult to believe that Abigail was serious. She had done so much with her life, had touched so many people. How would millions of women react without Abigail Hardy in their kitchens each week? How would Sophie react? Maddie wanted to ask if there would be reruns, but somehow that didn't seem appropriate. Still, the thought of no longer having to endure the dinner-of-the-week was not unappealing.

Kris stood and moved over to Abigail. "I say go for it, girl. What the hell, we only live once."

"Thanks, Kris. I knew I could count on you."

Maddie wondered what Betty Ann would have said, in her cherub-like, childlike way. "Maybe you should take it a step at a time," she replied, trying to sound encouraging. "Start with a separation from Edmund. Cut down on your work schedule. Travel. Something less . . . drastic." Her words sounded thin. She traced the curves of the paisley brocade on the sofa.

"I don't think you get it, Maddie. This isn't like a diet. I'm not trying to wean myself off chocolate. If I'm going to do this, I've got to do it. Sever the ties. All of them."

"Including divorce?" Maddie asked.

"Sorry, Maddie," Kris said. "Sometimes that's what it takes to move on."

But Abigail was shaking her head. "No. I'm not going to get a divorce."

"What then?" Maddie asked.

"I'm going to disappear. And you are going to help me fake my death."

Kris whistled. "Holy shit, you're serious."

Abigail raised her chin. "Very."

"You can't do that," Maddie protested. "You can't just drop off the face of the earth and make people think you're . . . dead."

"It's the only way. My life is too complicated. Untangling the business alone would be a nightmare. And it could take years."

It hadn't taken years for Parker to "untangle" Maddie from Our World. A few swipes of the pen on the dotted line and--presto--she was out. Of course, the magazine had still been in its infancy. Or course, there had been no profits to make it look valuable. Of course, Maddie had been stupid.

"You two are the only ones I can trust," Abigail continued. "No one but the three of us can know the truth. Maddie gets her ex-husband, Kris gets her baby, and I get . . . out. It's all or nothing. Do we have a deal?"

Maddie chanced a glance at Kris. Kris grinned back at her. So Abigail had had an agenda. Now they knew. "When do you plan to do this?"

"Not until your wishes have come true. Unless, of course, either of you changes her mind. I, for one, won't."

The irony did not escape Maddie. Here she was, trying to get her life back, and here Abigail was, trying to throw hers away. As for Kris, well, who knew about Kris. Next week she'd probably be off in Bora Bora and forget the whole thing.

"So," Kris asked, "where do we start?"

"Maddie made her wish first, so let's begin with her."

"That should be easy," Kris said. "Men are my specialty."

Folding her hands in her lap, Maddie wondered which one of them was the craziest.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was but she canceled idk why. So party is canceled ;/