Bittersweet [NOOK Book]

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Suspenseful and cinematic, Bittersweet exposes the gothic underbelly of an idyllic world of privilege and an outsider’s hunger to belong.
   On scholarship at a prestigious East Coast college, ordinary Mabel Dagmar is surprised to befriend her roommate, the beautiful, wild, blue-blooded Genevra Winslow. Ev invites Mabel to spend the summer at Bittersweet, her cottage on the Vermont estate where her family has been holding court for more than a ...
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Overview

Suspenseful and cinematic, Bittersweet exposes the gothic underbelly of an idyllic world of privilege and an outsider’s hunger to belong.
   On scholarship at a prestigious East Coast college, ordinary Mabel Dagmar is surprised to befriend her roommate, the beautiful, wild, blue-blooded Genevra Winslow. Ev invites Mabel to spend the summer at Bittersweet, her cottage on the Vermont estate where her family has been holding court for more than a century; it’s the kind of place where children twirl sparklers across the lawn during cocktail hour. Mabel falls in love with midnight skinny-dipping, the wet dog smell that lingers near the yachts, and the moneyed laughter that carries across the still lake while fireworks burst overhead. Before she knows it, she has everything she’s ever wanted:  friendship, a boyfriend, access to wealth, and, most of all, for the first time in her life, the sense that she belongs.
   But as Mabel becomes an insider, a terrible discovery leads to shocking violence and reveals what the Winslows may have done to keep their power intact - and what they might do to anyone who threatens them. Mabel must choose: either expose the ugliness surrounding her and face expulsion from paradise, or keep the family’s dark secrets and make Ev's world her own. 


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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
04/01/2014
Beverly-Whittemore captures both the idyllic beauty of a Vermont summer and its dark shadows in her third novel (after The Effects of Light; Set Me Free). Plain featured and plainly named scholarship student Mabel Dagmar catches the intermittent interest of her wealthy college roommate, Genevra "Ev" Winslow. In one moment of weakness, Ev invites Mabel to spend the summer at the Winslow family estate, Winloch. Intended as a distraction to allow Ev more freedom, Mabel takes to Winloch immediately, befriending Ev's sister and eccentric aunt, and developing a romance with Ev's brother, Galway, after an unfortunate first encounter. But at Winloch, reality is not always what it first appears to be, and gothic tangles wind the plot more and more tightly. Mabel, an inveterate secret keeper herself, uncovers the truth behind the Winslow fortune. But should she share what she knows, or adjust her moral center and keep it "in the family" so that she can take her place there as well? VERDICT A slightly wordy but suspenseful tale of corruption and bad behavior among wealthy New Englanders. Readers who enjoy coming-of-age stories featuring dark secrets that affect generations will find much that appeals here.—Melanie Kindrachuk, Stratford P.L., Ont.
The New York Times Book Review - Margo Rabb
Beverly-Whittemore is at her best bringing Winloch vividly to life, evoking the look and feel of its cottages and dining hall, and its daily summer rhythms…A fairy tale aspect—of the Grimm, not the Disney variety—pervades the novel, which artfully builds an increasing sense of menace…Beverly-Whittemore succeeds in shining a light into the dark, brutal flaws of the human heart.
Publishers Weekly
03/03/2014
The theme of paradise lost courses through this coming-of-age tale tinged with mystery—Beverly-Whittemore’s solid, if not particularly inspired, third novel, after 2007’s Set Me Free. Self-conscious college scholarship student Mabel Dagmar feels as if she has won the golden ticket when her freshman roommate, Genevra “Ev” Winslow, an impossibly glamorous scion of the gilded Winslow clan, invites her to spend the summer at Winloch, the family’s sprawling estate in Vermont on Lake Champlain. But she soon starts to discover how wrong she is, as with so very much about the Winslows. For all their lean, blond beauty and their designer names, the Winslows—including Birch and Tilde, Ev’s parents; and Ev’s brother Galway, whose attentions encourage Mabel to fantasize about becoming part of the blue-blooded tribe—have more squalid secrets than her own, with theft, rape, and incest the tip of the viceberg. As the increasingly tragic story unfolds, the taste left in the reader’s mouth is more likely to be sour than bittersweet. Agent: Anne Hawkins, John Hawkins & Associates. (May)
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*NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER*
*NEW YORK DAILY NEWS’ “BOOKS OF SUMMER” PICK*

“Beverly-Whittemore is at her best bringing Winloch vividly to life, evoking the look and feel of its cottages and dining hall, and its daily summer rhythms…A fairy tale aspect – of the Grimm, not the Disney variety – pervades the novel, which artfully builds an increasing sense of menaceLike a Downton-in-Vermont, Bittersweet takes swift, implausible plot turns, and its family secrets flow like a bottomless magnum of champagne, but Beverly-Whittemore succeeds in shining a light into the dark, brutal flaws of the human heart.” New York Times Book Review

“Mesmerizing gothic thriller…Bittersweet is worth savoring—it unfolds like a long summer day, leisurely revealing the dark.” —People, Lisa Kay Greissinger
 
“What begins a little like Curtis Sittenfeld’s Prep quickly warps into a sickly addictive thriller…think ABC’s Revenge when it was good, only more scandalous…With books like Bittersweet to stuff in beach bags, it’s beginning to feel a lot more like summer. A-” —Entertainment Weekly
, Stephan Lee

“Beverly-Whittemore has crafted a page-turner riddled with stubborn clues, a twisty plot and beguiling characters.” —Kirkus, starred review

“[An] intriguing outsider tale of the 1%.” —The New York Post; Summer’s Hottest Fiction pick
 
“For fans of Edward St. Aubyn… Miranda Beverly-Whittemore’s Bittersweet spins a New England gothic filled with blonde bluebloods and heavily bolted doors.” —Vogue.com

“Evokes Gone Girl with its exploration of dark secrets and edge-of-your-seat twists.”  —Entertainment Weekly, Lanford Beard

Takes the reader inside the glamorous world of the super-wealthy, where everything is not as it seems, and dark, long-buried family secrets gradually make their way to the surface. ...its strength lies in its elements of mystery. The result is a page-turner that will keep readers guessing until the end.” —BookPage

Suspenseful and intriguing, filled with characters who both fit the blue-blood mold and break the stereotypes we all associate with the upper class. Her short chapters, with their cliff-hanger endings, will keep readers turning pages late into the night.” —Booklist

Beverly-Whittemore captures both the idyllic beauty of a Vermont summer and its dark shadows …gothic tangles wind the plot more and more tightly. …A suspenseful tale of corruption and bad behavior among wealthy New Englanders. Readers who enjoy coming-of-age stories featuring dark secrets that affect generations will find much that appeals here.” —Library Journal

"In the tradition of The Great Gatsby, Miranda Beverly-Whittemore's heroine is an outsider invited into the secret, labyrinthine world of the super-rich—but the twist is, you never met such debauched people as the Winslows. Bittersweet is a satisfyingly dramatic, super-juicy read." —Jenna Blum, New York Times and internationally bestselling author of Those Who Save Us and The Stormchasers 

Bittersweet is the kind of book you hope to stumble across on a rainy vacation weekend: a wild New England gothic full of family secrets, mysteriously locked doors, sailboats, suntans, forbidden lust, and a few priceless works of art. An engrossing summer blast.” —Maggie Shipstead, national bestselling author of Seating Arrangements and Astonish Me

“In Bittersweet, Miranda Beverly-Whittemore prizes up the veneer of an old, privileged American family to discover depths of intrigue, power, and menace beneath. In its guise as a coming-of-age mystery, the book is both swift and arresting; that the novel also doubles as an insightful meditation on class, aspiration, and longing makes the book reverberate in the reader long past its final line.” —Lauren Groff, New York Times bestselling author of The Monsters of Templeton and Arcadia

Gripping, beguiling and beautifully written, Bittersweet is a page turner that chills as it intoxicates. Miranda Beverly-Whittemore has created a family so dangerously enthralling that the more we learn of their greed and bloodlust, the more we aspire to belong.” —Kate Christensen, PEN/Faulkner award-winning author of The Great Man and Blue Plate Special

Part coming-of-age story, part riveting mystery, Bittersweet is a tantalizing tale of an outsider thrust into a glittering world of immense privilege and suspect morals. With a narrator torn between uncovering one family's dark secrets and protecting her own, Bittersweet brilliantly explores the complicated question of what price any of us would pay to seize the life of our dreams.” —Kimberly McCreight, New York Times bestselling author of Reconstructing Amelia 

“The theme of paradise lost courses through this coming-of-age tale tinged with mystery…For all their lean, blonde beauty and their designer names, the Winslows—including Birch and Tilde, Ev’s parents; and Ev’s brother Galway, whose attentions encourage Mabel to fantasize about becoming part of the blue-blooded tribe—have more squalid secrets than her own…” —Publishers Weekly

Kirkus Reviews
★ 2014-03-05
As a young woman struggles to read Paradise Lost, she faces her own temptation. Is she brave enough to choose good over evil? Mabel Dagmar, a scholarship student at an East Coast college, is mismatched as roommate to the glamorous, privileged Genevra "Ev" Winslow. For months they lead separate lives, until Ev's mother invites Mabel to Ev's 18th birthday party—held at the school's museum, where Ev has just donated a Degas. Despite their seemingly insurmountable social differences, Ev and Mabel become friends, and Mabel is invited to spend the summer at the Winslows' summer estate on Lake Champlain, made up of cabins ranging from rustic to luxurious and a communal dining hall. She's eager to go, especially given that the alternative is working at her parents' dry cleaners, silently observing her mother's bruises and enduring her disapproval. Mabel and Ev keep house together in Bittersweet cottage, while Ev's domineering parents, Birch and Tilde, rule from Trillium House. Ev's oldest brother, Athol, arrives with his tall, athletic, refined family. Second son Banning is close behind with his more disheveled brood. The third son, Galway, is an enigma. Up only on weekends, he keeps his distance, but his eyes rest on Mabel. After a chance meeting with Ev's eccentric aunt Indo, Mabel is plunged into mysteries. What does Indo think she can find amid the old Winslow documents? Why did Ev's cousin Jackson kill himself? Why is Ev hiding her romance with John, who works on the estate? And why are so many doors locked with heavy bolts? As she uncovers evidence of dastardly deeds—some deliciously improbable—Mabel comes face to face with her own secrets. Beverly-Whittemore (Set Me Free, 2007, etc.) has crafted a page-turner riddled with stubborn clues, a twisty plot and beguiling characters.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780804138574
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/13/2014
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 2,531
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

MIRANDA BEVERLY-WHITTEMORE is the author of three novels, including The Effects of Light and Set Me Free, which won the Janet Heidinger Kafka Prize for the best book of fiction by an American woman published in 2007. A recipient of the Crazyhorse Fiction Prize, she lives and writes in Brooklyn and Vermont.


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Chapter One

The Roommate

Before she loathed me, before she loved me, Genevra Katherine Winslow didn’t know that I existed. That’s hyperbolic, of course; by February, student housing had required us to share a hot shoe box of a room for nearly six months, so she must have gathered I was a physical reality (if only because I coughed every time she smoked her Kools atop the bunk bed), but until the day Ev asked me to accompany her to Winloch, I was accustomed to her regarding me as she would a hideously upholstered armchair--something in her way, to be utilized when absolutely necessary, but certainly not what she’d have chosen herself.

It was colder that winter than I knew cold could be, even though the girl from Minnesota down the hall declared it “nothing.” Out in Oregon, snow had been a gift, a two-day dusting earned by enduring months of gray, dripping sky. But the wind whipping up the Hudson from the city was so vehement that even my bone marrow froze. Every morning, I hunkered under my duvet, unsure of how I’d make it to my 9:00 a.m. Latin class. The clouds spilled endless white and Ev slept in.

She slept in with the exception of the first subzero day of the semester. That morning, she squinted at me pulling on the flimsy rubber galoshes my mother had nabbed at Value Village and, without saying a word, clambered down from her bunk, opened our closet, and plopped her brand-new pair of fur-lined L.L.Bean duck boots at my feet. “Take them,” she commanded, swaying in her silk nightgown above me. What to make of this unusually generous offer? I touched the leather--it was as buttery as it looked.

“I mean it.” She climbed back into bed. “If you think I’m going out in that, in those, you’re deranged.”

Inspired by her act of generosity, by the belief that boots must be broken in (and spurred on by the daily terror of a stockpiling peasant--sure, at any moment, I’d be found undeserving and sent packing), I forced my frigid body out across the residential quad. Through freezing rain, hail, and snow I persevered, my tubby legs and sheer weight landing me square in the middle of every available snowdrift. I squinted up at Ev’s distracted, willowy silhouette smoking from our window, and thanked the gods she didn’t look down.

Ev wore a camel-hair coat, drank absinthe at underground clubs in Manhattan, and danced naked atop Main Gate because someone dared her. She had come of age in boarding school and rehab. Her lipsticked friends breezed through our stifling dorm room with the promise of something better; my version of socializing was curling up with a copy of Jane Eyre after a study break hosted by the house fellows. Whole weeks went by when I didn’t see her once. On the few occasions inclement weather hijacked her plans, she instructed me in the ways of the world: (1) drink only hard alcohol at parties because it won’t make you fat (although she pursed her lips whenever she said the word in front of me, she didn’t shy from saying it), and (2) close your eyes if you ever have to put a penis in your mouth.

“Don’t expect your roommate to be your best friend,” my mother had offered in the bold voice she reserved for me alone, just before I flew east. Back in August, watching the TSA guy riffle through my granny underpants while my mother waved a frantic good-bye, I shelved her comment in the category of Insulting. I knew all too well that my parents wouldn’t mind if I failed college and had to return to clean other people’s clothes for the rest of my life; it was a fate they--or at least my father--believed I’d sealed for myself only six years before. But by early February, I understood what my mother had really meant; scholarship girls aren’t meant to slumber beside the scions of America because doing so whets insatiable appetites.

The end of the year was in sight, and I felt sure Ev and I had secured our roles: she tolerated me, while I pretended to disdain everything she stood for. So it came as a shock, that first week of February, to receive a creamy, ivory envelope in my campus mailbox, my name penned in India ink across its matte expanse. Inside, I found an invitation to the college president’s reception in honor of Ev’s eighteenth birthday, to be held at the campus art museum at the end of the month. Apparently, Genevra Katherine Winslow was donating a Degas.

Any witness to me thrusting that envelope into my parka pocket in the boisterous mail room might have guessed that humble old Mabel Dagmar was embarrassed by the showy decadence, but it was just the opposite--I wanted to keep the exclusive, honeyed sensation of the invitation to myself, lest I discover it was a mistake, or that every single mailbox held one. The gently nubbled paper stock kept my hand warm all day. When I returned to the room, I made sure to leave the envelope prominently on my desk, where Ev liked to keep her ashtray, just below the only picture she had posted in our room, of a good sixty people--young and old, all nearly as good-looking and naturally blond as Ev, all dressed entirely in white--in front of a grand summer cottage. The Winslows’ white clothing was informal, but it wasn’t the kind of casual my family sported (Disneyland T-shirts, potbellies, cans of Heineken). Ev’s family was lean, tan, and smiling. Collared shirts, crisp cotton dresses, eyelet socks on the French-braided little girls. I was grateful she had put the picture over my desk; I had ample time to study and admire it.

It was three days before she noticed the envelope. She was smoking atop her bunk--the room filling with acrid haze as I puffed on my inhaler, huddled over a calculus set just below her--when she let out a groan of recognition, hopping down from her bed and plucking up the invitation. “You’re not coming to this, are you?” she asked, waving it around. She sounded horrified at the possibility, her rosebud lips turned down in a distant cousin of ugly--for truly, even in disdain and dorm-room dishevelment, Ev was a sight to behold.

“I thought I might,” I answered meekly, not letting on that I’d been simultaneously ecstatic and fretful over what I would ever wear to such an event, not to mention how I would do anything attractive with my limp hair.

Her long fingers flung the envelope back onto my desk. “It’s going to be ghastly. Mum and Daddy are angry I’m not donating to the Met, so they won’t let me invite any of my friends, of course.”

“Of course,” I said, trying not to sound wounded.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she snapped, before dropping back into my desk chair and tipping her porcelain face toward the ceiling, frowning at the crack in the plaster.

“Weren’t you the one who invited me?” I dared to ask.

“No.” She giggled, as though my mistake was an adorable transgression. “Mum always asks the roommates. It’s supposed to make it feel so much more . . . democratic.” She saw the look on my face, then added, “I don’t even want to be there; there’s no reason you should.” She reached for her Mason Pearson hairbrush and pulled it over her scalp. The boar bristles made a full, thick sound as she groomed herself, golden hair glistening.

“I won’t go,” I offered, the disappointment in my voice betraying me. I turned back to my math. It was better not to go--I would have embarrassed myself. But by then, Ev was looking at me, and continuing to stare--her eyes boring into my face--until I could bear her gaze no more. “What?” I asked, testing her with irritation (but not too much; I could hardly blame her for not wanting me at such an elegant affair).

“You know about art, right?” she asked, the sudden sweetness in her voice drawing me out. “You’re thinking of majoring in art history?”

I was surprised--I had no idea Ev had any notion of my interests. And although, in truth, I’d given up the thought of becoming an art history major--too many hours taking notes in dark rooms, and I wasn’t much for memorization, and I was falling in love with the likes of Shakespeare and Milton--I saw clearly that an interest in art was my ticket in.

“I think.”

Ev beamed, her smile a break between thunderheads. “We’ll make you a dress,” she said, clapping. “You look pretty in blue.”

She’d noticed.


Chapter Two

The Party

Three weeks later, I found myself standing in the main, glassy hall of the campus art museum, a silk dress the color of the sea deftly draped and seamed so I appeared twenty pounds lighter. At my elbow stood Ev, in a column of champagne shantung. She looked like a princess, and, as for a princess, the rules did not apply; we held full wineglasses with no regard for the law, and no one, not the trustees or professors or senior art history majors who paraded by, each taking the time to win her smile, batted an eye as we sipped the alcohol. A single violinist teased out a mournful melody in the far corner of the room. The president--a doyenne of the first degree, her hair a helmet of gray, her smile practiced in the art of raising institutional monies--hovered close at hand. Ev introduced me to spare herself the older woman’s attention, but I was flattered by the president’s interest in my studies (“I’m sure we can get you into that upper-level Milton seminar”), though eager to extract myself from her company in the interest of more time with Ev.

Ev whispered each guest’s name into the whorl of my ear--how she kept track of them, even now I do not know, except that she had been bred for it--and I realized that somehow, inexplicably, I had ended up the guest of honor’s guest of honor. Ev may have beguiled each attendee, but it was with me that she shared her most private observations (“Assistant Professor Oakley--he’s slept with everyone,” “Amanda Wyn--major eating disorder”). Taking it all in, I couldn’t imagine why she wouldn’t want this: the Degas (a ballerina bent over toe shoes at the edge of a stage), the fawning adults, the celebration of birth and tradition. As much as she insisted she longed for the evening to be over, so did I drink it in, knowing all too well that tomorrow I’d be back in her winter boots, slogging through the sleet, praying my financial aid check would come so I could buy myself a pair of mittens.

The doors to the main hall opened and the president rushed to greet the newest, final guests, parting the crowd. My diminutive stature has never given me advantage, and I strained to see who had arrived--a movie star? an influential artist?--only someone important could have stirred up such a reaction in that academic group.

“Who is it?” I whispered, straining on tiptoe.

Ev downed her second gin and tonic. “My parents.”

Birch and Tilde Winslow were the most glamorous people I’d ever seen: polished, buffed, and obviously made of different stuff than I.

Tilde was young--much younger than my mother. She had Ev’s swan-like neck, topped off by a sharper, less exquisite face, although, make no mistake, Tilde Winslow was a beauty. She was skinny, too skinny, and though I recognized in her the signs of years of calorie counting, I’ll admit that I admired what the deprivation had done for her--accentuating her biceps, defining the lines of her jaw. Her cheekbones cut like razors across her face. She wore a dress of emerald dupioni silk, done at the waist with a sapphire brooch the size of a child’s hand. Her white-blond hair was swept into a chignon.

Birch was older--Tilde’s senior by a good twenty years--and he had the unmovable paunch of a man in his seventies. But the rest of him was lean. His face did not seem grandfatherly at all; it was handsome and youthful, his crystal-blue eyes set like jewels inside the dark, long eyelashes that Ev had inherited from his line. As he and Tilde made their slow, determined way to us, he shook hands like a politician, offering cracks and quips that jollified the crowd. Beside him, Tilde was his polar opposite. She hardly shook a hand or forced a smile, and, when they were finally to us, she looked me over as though I were a dray horse brought in for plowing.

“Genevra,” she acknowledged, once satisfied I had nothing to offer.

“Mum.” I caught the tightness in Ev’s voice, which melted as soon as her father placed his arm around her shoulder.

“Happy birthday, freckles,” he whispered into her perfect ear, tapping her on the nose. Ev blushed. “And who,” he asked, holding out his hand to me, “is this?”

“This is Mabel.”

“The roommate!” he exclaimed. “Miss Dagmar, the pleasure is all mine.” He swallowed that awful g at the center of my name and ended with a flourish by rolling the r just so. For once, my name sounded delicate. He kissed my hand.

Tilde offered a thin smile. “Perhaps you can tell us, Mabel, where our daughter was over Christmas break.” Her voice was reedy and thin, with a brief trace of an accent, indistinguishable as pedigreed or foreign.

Ev’s face registered momentary panic.

“She was with me,” I answered.

“With you?” Tilde asked, seeming to fill with genuine amusement. “And what, pray tell, was she doing with you?”

“We were visiting my aunt in Baltimore.”

“Baltimore! This is getting better by the minute.”

“It was lovely, Mum. I told you--I was well taken care of.”

Tilde raised one eyebrow, casting a glance over both of us, before turning to the curator at her arm and asking whether the Rodins were on display. Ev placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed.

I had no idea where Ev had been over Christmas break--she certainly hadn’t been with me. But I wasn’t lying completely--I’d been in Baltimore, forced to endure my Aunt Jeanne’s company for the single, miserable week during which the college dorms had been shuttered. Visiting Aunt Jeanne at twelve on the one adventure my mother and I had ever taken together--a five-day East Coast foray--had been the highlight of my preteen existence. My memories of that visit were murky, given that they were from Before Everything Changed, but they’d been happy. Aunt Jeanne had seemed glamorous, a carefree counterpoint to my laden, dutiful mother. We’d eaten Maryland crab and gone to the diner for sundaes.

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1. Mabel is the narrator of Bittersweet, but she tells the story from a point in the future, the summer depicted in chapter sixty. Why do you think I chose to tell the story this way? How would the story have been different if it had been told by someone besides Mabel, or told by Mabel while she was experiencing the events?

2. At the beginning of Bittersweet, Mabel longs to be part of the Winslows’ inner circle. Have you ever wanted to be part of an inner circle? Did you get “in”? Once you were “in,” was it everything you dreamed it would be? Does becoming a Winslow turn out to be everything Mabel dreamed it would be?

3. In chapter nineteen, Galway says, “Thing about this family is, you stick around long enough and remember what you hear, you can piece together the truth about just about anyone.” In what ways do secrets work as a currency for the Winslows? How have the circumstances of Mabel’s childhood prepared her for this way of being? Does Mabel’s curious nature—and her drive to uncover secrets—help or hurt her desire to become a Winslow? How do different characters—Ev, Indo, Lu, Birch—play on her hunger for knowledge to try to get what they want?

4. On the whole, do you believe Mabel acts with bravery or cowardice? How about in the following moments: when she agrees to report to Birch on Ev’s behavior (chapter twenty-two); when she pushes Masha for final proof of John’s paternity (chapter forty-one); when she tells John who his father is; when she reveals John’s paternity to Ev (chapter forty-seven); when she agrees to keep Birch’s secret in exchange for Lu’s freedom (chapter fifty-nine); when she returns to Winloch for good (chapter sixty)?

5. Why do Ev and Mabel become so close? Do they use each other, or is one of them always in power? Does the power dynamic between them shift? When and why? Have you ever had a friendship that reminds you of Ev and Mabel’s? Are you still friends with that person?

6. Why do Ev and John fall in love? Do you think John ever had an inkling of his paternity? Was it wrong for Ev to keep his paternity a secret? Should Mabel have told him who his father was? Do you believe Ev was ever pregnant? How does Ev’s justification of their incestuous marriage belie deeper truths about the Winslows’ moral universe?

7. Why do Mabel and Galway fall in love? At the end of the book, she explains that she has come to forgive Galway for not telling her what was on the back of the van Gogh; would you be able to forgive such an omission? Would you be able to accept the fact that Galway’s activism has been funded by his parents? Are Mabel and Galway a good match?

8. How would you compare Ev and Mabel’s friendship to Lu and Mabel’s? In what ways are the Winslow girls a product of their family? How do their attributes mirror those of the women in the generation above them—Indo, Tilde, and CeCe? Are the women in this family close? Why or why not?

9. The end of the book brings the revelation that Tilde has actually been trying to protect the Winslows all along. Did this make you reevaluate Tilde’s actions in earlier parts of the book, for example, when she reprimands cousin Hannah for being naked on the rocks (chapter thirty-two)? Are there any blind spots in Tilde’s plan of protection?

10. In their last conversation, Indo calls Mabel greedy (chapter forty-eight). Is this an accurate word to describe Mabel? Is being greedy an insult in Indo’s eyes? Who else might be called greedy in this book, and in what ways?

11. Birch is very charismatic and holds great power, but he might best be described as sociopathic. Is this aspect of his character a benefit or detriment to him and/or the Winslows? Do you think sociopathic tendencies can be useful for people in positions of power? Were Athol to have come to power, would he have acted like his father?

12. Do you believe it’s a curse or privilege to be born into the kind of money and privilege that the Winslows possess?

13. For much of Bittersweet, Mabel is reading Paradise Lost. Why do you think I made this the book Mabel was reading during her summer at Winloch? What themes do the two books share? What about Winloch makes it especially suited for a tale like Mabel’s? How does the natural world contribute to what occurs during Mabel’s summer at Winloch?

14. The end of Bittersweet—set at some point in the future—finds Mabel and Galway married with children, Birch dead, Tilde in charge, Athol miserable, Ev isolated, and Lu a scientist. What do you think has happened in the intervening years? Have Mabel and Ev gone back to college? Is Mabel in touch with her parents? How (and where) is Daniel? And what happens after this final Midsummer Night’s Feast—where do the Winslows go from here?

15. Does Bittersweet have a happy ending? Mabel has become a Winslow—is that a good thing?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2014

    Amazing!

    Finished it the other night...still can't get it out of my mind. Would definately recommend. I read alot but rarely find a book that sticks with me like this one. I stayed up late a couple nights, I just didn't want to put it down! I can't wait for more from this author!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2014

    I received this book free in exchange for an honest review from

    I received this book free in exchange for an honest review from Net Galley. 

    Thank you Net Galley and Random House for this opportunity!!!

    Definitely a YA book because it deals with two college aged friends.  However, as an adult I enjoyed it as well.  
    It is a GREAT beach read as most of the book is set on a lake near the Adirondacks in Vermont.
     I felt myself falling in love with the scenery around there.

    That being said, I also enjoyed the story of a poor little rich girl, Ev  inviting her poor dorm mate,
    Mabel to her family camp for the summer.  A chance that Mabel jumps at ecstatically.  
    She had been dreading spending the summer with her family.  
    But, was Mabel invited to spend the summer for a reason?

    While spending the summer at Winloch, the name for the commune that Ev's family has had in the family
    for generations, Mabel learns a lot about herself and this somewhat eccentric family.

    A couple of events were predictable but in absolutely no way did they take away from the story line.  
    The final ending was totally unpredictable.


    I found this book to be very entertaining and once again, would be a GREAT beach read.
      I recommend this book.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 8, 2014

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    Slow Page Turner

    There is certainly plenty of mystery throughout the book with odd happenings and interactions among the characters to keep the pages turning on this nearly 400 page book. Interestingly, not all the mysteries were hashed out at the end of the book, leaving some open questions in my mind. It is not a book that left secrets open because there is a sequel coming - the epilogue pretty much assured that. It left me feeling slightly unsatisfied. Throughout the book, you spend your time trying to decide who's lying, but there's also the question of whether you care that they're lying, which is almost a bigger issue.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2014

    Enthralling Story

    I came across this book review in People magazine and cannot resist the tale of a rich family with skeletons in their closet. I found the characters to be interesting and although I figured out one plot twist early, the others came as nice surprises. The author really made me feel like I was spending summer in Vermont. I could, at times, feel the warmth of the sun and see through the narrators eyes. My only critisicm is that the ending felt a little rushed. Other than that I loved this book amd couldn't put it down.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 21, 2014

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    Mixing truth with Gothic fantasy for an eccentric and dark ride

    Mixing truth with Gothic fantasy for an eccentric and dark ride ---a family of secrets and lies, violence, madness, corruption, deception, and greed. Welcome, to BITTERSWEET Vermont!

    From the mysterious front cover, you try and prepare yourself for what lies behind the walls, the people, and their lives . . Nothing can prepare you for chilling events to unfold, nor the ones from the past yet to be discovered.

    This mesmerizing novel, reminded me a bit of The Great Gatsby--the house, and the strong obsession to be a part of the powerful, alluring, wealthy lifestyle—and the lengths a person will go, to achieve (an outsider’s hunger to belong). Until they discover there is always price to pay –a deal with the devil.

    Like The Devil’s Advocate, and the new upcoming Forty Acres' themes—each with their own unique style and tempting scene (or dangling apple). The chosen one – enticing the character into a world of intrigue, mystery, wealth, and power; however, be aware- things are not as they seem, but sometimes you are in too deep to escape.

    A riveting thriller, keeping you on the edge of the seat, with suspense building from beginning to the surprising twist towards the end.

    I highly recommend the audiobook, as Cassandra Campbell performed the part flawlessly! Miranda Beverly-Whittemore's heroine is an outsider invited into the secret, world of the super-rich, yet dark and mysterious. She plans each step, with precision; pacing and holding back enough for the buildup, and climatic ending.

    Mabel – the protagonist, invited by her beautiful and wealthy college roommate Geneva (Ev), to spend the summer at the family’s estate cottage in Vermont. She looks at this family and desires to become one of them, and compares it to her life. She never wants to leave. However, both girls have a secret

    As the story unravels, nothing is as it seems, and the past may resurface for their worst nightmare. Are these people nuts? Mabel cannot understand why they are cleaning the house, when this family is rich enough to hire people do these tasks—and the locks?

    The summer starts out wonderfully (like Gatsby), with picnics, parties, romance, and late night swims in this idyllic setting. Slowly, the Winslow family becomes strange, as secrets continue to be covered up, as Mabel aggressively begins to uncover more about these century old secrets from older journals.

    As the summer becomes even more complicated, an eccentric aunt of Ev’s requests Mabel to learn more about the family’s secrets. One source is the mysterious Winslow money, with rumors of incest, and more evil - pointing to Birh, Ev’s father. Aunt Indo who claims that the family is out to get her and promises her cottage to Mabel if she can find the necessary information to help her.

    Mabel begins questioning good versus evil, and how will she escape this madness? What a twist with the reference of Adam and Eve and the Garden of Eden. A pattern of evil emerging from behind the plush façade. Can they break the cycle of family violence?

    Near the ending--so many details coming to the surface, I had to rewind to ensure I did not miss anything. BITTERSWEET also contained some of the funniest and sarcastic lines--found myself laughing out loud!

    Brilliantly written - Look forward to reading more from this masterful storyteller!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2014

    What a fabulous read!! Bittersweet is a beautifully constructed

    What a fabulous read!! Bittersweet is a beautifully constructed book, laying the groundwork of plot, characters and setting slowly, then picking up speed as things begin to happen, and finally racing off to an unpredictable and thoroughly rousing end. If you want to spend your time reading about sweet characters acting out a conventional story, this is not the book for you. But if you relish complexity--in both moral and narrative terms, and if you delight in gorgeous descriptions of a beautiful place, and want to be provoked into thought and discussion, this book is a winner. Yes, Bittersweet is over the top, but over the top in all sorts of delightful ways. Get ready for a heady ride!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2014

    I think this incorrectly advertised accurately as a thriller mor

    I think this incorrectly advertised accurately as a thriller morality tale. This book to a large extent as a romance novel(poor girl and rich boy fall in love;rich boy will take care of girl) which to me is a negative;
     it is a genre I don't read. Some people may like that the story has a romantic side.

    I nearly gave up in the middle of the book because to me it seemed to be a fairy tale about of poor girl
    makes good through rich friends. However from the middle to the end of the book I found some real suspense and everything
     turns upside down. 

    However, the ending does not resolve all issues which bothers me in a book.
    The book backs away from asking deep moral questions in favor of a conventional ending.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 25, 2014

    Bittersweet: an extremely well written, unique, intriguing, myst

    Bittersweet: an extremely well written, unique, intriguing, mysterious tale about family, wealth, corruption, evil, and love. When reading Bittersweet, I never knew quite what was coming next. When I formed expectations, I was often surprised by what actually happened. The one word that flashed through my mind over and over again when reading Bittersweet was ‘classic.’ I honestly feel like this book could be an American classic. It reminded me of The Great Gatsby early on, but it’s much more than a tale about wealth and greed. Bittersweet is at once unbelievable and believable–both unrealistic and realistic. It wasn’t at all what I expected, and I loved and hated it. Beverly-Whittemore’s characters are complex yet accessible. I rooted for Mabel, but I also despised her at times. Ev is very much Daisy Buchanan in my mind–I want to love her,  but she makes it difficult. I very much enjoyed this book, and it’s one that I will keep on my bookshelf forever. The cover is gorgeous, and the story still has my mind reeling [weeks later!]. Bittersweet may be a bit out of your comfort zone [as it was mine], but I urge you to read it. I’m sure it will leave an impression! [And isn't that what we want from literature?]




    If you like reading classics and stories about family greed and outsiders, this book is definitely for you. However, I would also recommend this book to anyone who enjoys good fiction. Bittersweet is intriguing, well written, and unexpected. Don’t miss it!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2014

    Don't recommend

    I have read a lot of stories about dysfunctional families but, this was by far the worst. I won't be reading anything further by this author.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 29, 2014

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    My memory of the many afternoons I spent at Flat Rocks that summ

    My memory of the many afternoons I spent at Flat Rocks that summer is long and lingering, bound up with the reassuring sense of things always having been the way they were, and the belief that they would always be that way. ~Quote from Bittersweet

    Mabel Dagmar is invited by her wealthy college roommate, Ev Winslow, to spend the summer at Bittersweet cottage on her family compound in Vermont. She finally feels wanted, valued, and loved, but after she discovers the ugly truths festering beneath the Winslow’s exquisite exterior, she’s forced to make choices that change her life forever.

    Bittersweet is an unsettling, riveting, and mysterious coming-of-age story, chock-full of strained friendships, first loves, family secrets, and scandalous discoveries. I was quickly sucked into the story and became as fascinated with Ev Winslow and her bizarre family as Mabel was.

    The author, Miranda Beverly-Whittemore, does a superb job of creating a palpable setting. The Bittersweet cottage and its ‘compound’ seem familiar to me, as if I walked the woodland paths, swam in the cove alongside Ev and Mabel, and felt the growing tensions as secrets emerged and locks were installed on Winloch doors.

    I’m impressed by the strong character development. Mabel’s poor upbringing and blemished past makes her yearn for something better, and her back-story is effortlessly weaved throughout. Ev is damaged and has remarkable depth, and her family’s history is revealed little by little – enough to keep me intrigued.

    I enjoyed the author’s unique style of storytelling. The long sentences were noticeable and a little distracting in the beginning, but as I sunk into the story they quickly and seamlessly blended into the background. 

    This book contains some strong language and sexual situations.

    Cover: Love it
    Title: Love it
    Publisher: Crown Publishers
    Pages: 402
    Pace: Steady
    First Line(s): Before she loathed me, before she loved me, Genevra Katherine Winslow didn’t know that I existed.

    Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a copy from the publisher’s Blogging for Books program. I was not required to write a positive review. The options I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 28, 2014

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    Bittersweet, the word, is a taste, an emotion, a plant, and in t

    Bittersweet, the word, is a taste, an emotion, a plant, and in the case of this novel,
    a cottage on a family estate, near the shores of a Vermont lake. Bittersweet,
    the novel, is also many different things wrapped up together.

    I received a free copy of this novel via Netgalley in exchange for an honest
    review.

    Mabel, the narrator, is a pudgy, asthmatic scholarship student with a troubled
    past, who finds a loathing-to-loving (think "Wicked," the stage play) college
    friendship with her roommate: slender, wealthy, privileged, Ev (Genevra)
    Winslow, of THE Winslows. New bestie Mabel is invited to spend the summer
    with Ev at Winloch, a huge private family estate where cellphones and
    e-devices are banned, but dogs are welcome (and abundant).

    Because of the absence of computers and the like, the Winloch scenes are
    almost dreamlike, with a this-could-be-any-era feeling, with cleaning the
    cottage, family dinners, swimming, and socializing the main activities. In the
    beginning, what Mabel wants (does she want Ev as a friend, or lover? Or does
    she want to BECOME Ev?) feels muddy, and the pacing feels slow, despite
    some hints that's all's-not-well-in-Paradise with the installation of multiple
    deadbolts on the Bittersweet cottage doors. Mabel is soon drawn into various
    family mysteries, and discovers some ugly family secrets, that someone -
    perhaps the entire clan - is willing to kill to protect. 

    There are sex scenes, explicit but not particularly erotic, IMO, and discussion
    of rape, incest, suicide... These all fit the story, and didn't bother me, but
    readers who find these issues triggering might want to avoid. The feel is
    summerlike and sleepy, AND Gothic and brooding, and whether Mabel will
    escape or be sucked into becoming one of THEM is not revealed until the very
    end.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2014

    Do

    I thought this was a rich novel, full of love and mystery. Well worth the read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2014

    Simply Amazing

    I loved this book! Perfect summer read! I will definitely read whatever this author writes next if you only buy one book this year buy this one

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2014

    Couldn't put down

    Fresh and new. A story line that was completely unexpected

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  • Posted June 23, 2014

    Bittersweet was intriguing and wonderfully descriptive, but beyo

    Bittersweet was intriguing and wonderfully descriptive, but beyond that I found it left some things to be desired. I loved the vivid details used to describe Winloch, and it drew me in and made me want to experience it first hand. However, I found he main character, Mabel, to be very unlikable -- downright pathetic actually, and not in an endearing way. Fortunately, the mystery element of the book kept it interesting in spite of Mabel. I wish the book would have meditated more on the moral elements of the story instead of relying so heavily on the intrigue and odd romance. I also found the ending to be lackluster. The foundation for a great book was there, but there were some missing pieces for me that made it less than spectacular. Regardless, if you are looking for a light summer read, Bittersweet doesn't disappoint.  

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  • Posted June 17, 2014

    I couldn't put this book down, I just had to know what everythin

    I couldn't put this book down, I just had to know what everything meant and how it end. I read all 365 pages in just a couple of days. The writing may not be 
    Nobel quality, but reading is all about entertainment. It has echoes of Gone Girl but with better characters and a less obvious plot.  I would definitely recommend this book as a great summer read. 

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  • Posted June 6, 2014

    very good

    This book is a very good read. It's just different enough to be interesting.

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    Posted May 27, 2014

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