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Broken for You

Broken for You

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by Stephanie Kallos

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National best seller and Today show Book Club selection, Broken for You is the story of two women in self-imposed exile whose lives are transformed when their paths intersect. Stephanie Kallos's debut novel is a work of infinite charm, wit and heart. It is also a glorious homage to the beauty of broken things. When we meet septuagenarian Margaret


National best seller and Today show Book Club selection, Broken for You is the story of two women in self-imposed exile whose lives are transformed when their paths intersect. Stephanie Kallos's debut novel is a work of infinite charm, wit and heart. It is also a glorious homage to the beauty of broken things. When we meet septuagenarian Margaret Hughes, she is living alone in a mansion in Seattle with only a massive collection of valuable antiques for company. Enter Wanda Schultz, a young woman with a broken heart who has come west to search for her wayward boyfriend. Both women are guarding dark secrets and have spent many years building up protective armor against the outside world. As their tentative friendship evolves, the armor begins to fall away and Margaret opens her house to the younger woman. This launches a series of unanticipated events, leading Margaret to discover a way to redeem her cursed past, and Wanda to learn the true purpose of her cross-country journey. Both funny and heartbreaking, Broken for You is a testament to the saving graces of surrogate families and shows how far the tiniest repair jobs can go in righting the world's wrongs.

Editorial Reviews

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“There is a message here about creating family in the most unusual places….I promise you this; you will not be sorry you read this book…there is a wisdom and soulfulness there….It’s a wonderful, engaging story.” –Sue Monk Kidd, author of The Secret Life of Bees

“A compelling, richly layered story reminiscent of works by John Irving and Anne Tyler in its bittersweet humor and well-drawn characters.” –Library Journal (starred review)

“Moving and endearing, painful and satisfying, put together in just the right shape.” –Detroit Free Press

“A novel of redemption.” –The Washington Post

Broken for You is a romance for the Eleanor Rigbys of the world, those lonely people who find unexpected happiness by creating a surrogate family.” –Seattle Post-Intelligencer

“Theater veteran Kallos debuts with a dazzling mosaic of intersecting lives and fates. . . . Kallos has a rare, deft way with whimsy, dream sequences and hallucinations. Comparisons to John Irving and Tennessee Williams would not be amiss in this show-stopping debut.”
Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“Well-crafted plotting and crackling wit make this debut novel by Seattle author Kallos a delight to read and a memory to savor. The compelling story highlights the losses and disjointedness of life and the many paths back to healing for those who seek the way. . . . The clever plot and luminous characters are not all that place this novel at the head of the class. Ghostly characters only Margaret sees and heaps of broken porcelain provide powerful metaphors for the sins of the past and the need for personal sacrifice. Book groups will enjoy discussing the layers of meaning, the stylistic nuances, and the powerful message of hope secreted in these pages.” —Jennifer Baker, Booklist (starred review)

“Tikkun olam is a Hebrew phrase that means ‘repair the world,’ and this imperative serves as the narrative catalyst of Broken for You. . . . This is a novel of redemption.”
—Susan Coll, Washington Post

“This is ultimately a work of repair and redemption. . . . Kallos has given us a compelling, richly layered story reminiscent of works by John Irving and Anne Tyler in its bittersweet humor and well-drawn characters. Carol Shields also comes to mind for the sharp attention to domestic detail and insight into the tenuous relationships of contemporary life. . . . Recommended for all fiction collections.”
—Jenn B. Stidham, Library Journal (starred review)

“Sweetly rich with detail, and when romance sneaked into the book, I was sure it was a story of redemption and second chances. . . . Broken for You is moving and endearing, painful and satisfying, put together in just the right shape.” —Susan Hall-Balduf, Detroit Free Press

“A story of growth and redemption filled with a delightfully offbeat cast of characters. . . . Kallos writes in a chatty, breezy style that fits the quirkiness of the characters. . . . There’s an almost magical feeling to this story.” —Ann M. Colford, Pacific Northwest Inlander

“Refreshing and delightful . . . sincere in its originality, fun in its engagement. . . . In her acknowledgements, Kallos states that the novel took her seven years to finish, and there is a definite sense that this is a book that has been well-raised. Care has been taken in its telling. . . . Nothing feels rushed, the timing and pace just right.” —Lacey Galbraith, Nashville Scene

“Kallos . . . has taken well-developed and honestly imperfect characters who were once strangers, and intertwined them lovingly in a beautiful mosaic that may forever hang in readers’ minds and remind them of why some things must break before they can become a part of something truly beautiful.” —Colleen Dougher, Sun-Sentinel

“A series of reunions, tragedies and newfound friends highlights Kallos’ sparkling first novel, but the author’s attention to detail leads the reader to believe she’s a longtime novelist. A supporting cast of characters colors the story and reinforces the theme of love and family—both by blood and by choice.” —Michael Bratcher, The Sunday Oklahoman

“Artful meandering is only part of the magic. . . . A wondrous tale, peopled with quirky characters and implausible plot twists, but no cheap tricks. . . . If you open yourself to the world Kallos has created, you may not have the foggiest idea where she is taking you, but you will willingly go, as she pulls you along, piece by piece.”
—Cindy Lange-Kubick, Lincoln Journal Star

“[A] dreamy, powerful tale of familial warring, secrets and redemption . . . . This haunting and memorable debut is reminiscent of early [Margaret] Atwood, peopled by lovably imperfect and eccentric characters.” —Publishers Weekly

“Set in contemporary Seattle, this debut novel features a septuagenarian recluse and a young woman with a broken heart. How these two women come together, open up to each other, themselves, and those around them makes a fascinating and compelling book.”
—Akankha Perkins, The Sun of the Heart Bookstore, Bridgewater, VT, Book Sense quote

“This book will appeal to fans of Anne Tyler or Eleanor Lipman, or any reader who enjoys a smart, touching story with an unforgettable array of quirky characters.”
—Bridget, Toadstool Bookshop (Peterborough, NH)

“Mesmerized by the first page, I read this book in one sitting, and it has been a favorite of the 40 book clubs registered at our store. There’s plenty to discuss in this amazing novel of hope and transformation. Kallo’s humor, wit, and beautiful plotting are amazing and a joy to read.” —Sally Brewster, Park Road Books (Charlotte, NC)

“Stephanie Kallos’s lovely and heartfelt first novel is a gift. A story of broken hearts and broken promises, it is also the story of the ways we put things back together—messily, beautifully, and ultimately triumphantly. Kallos is a writer to watch, and one who, mercifully, still believes in happy endings.”
—Sheri Holman, author of The Dress Lodger and The Mammoth Cheese

“Let the angels in! With this story of transformative friendships, Stephanie Kallos calls us to leave the dreary wisdom of our lives and seek the company of souls adrift. Good things come in pieces.” —Nancy Rawles, author of Crawfish Dreams

“In this sparkling debut novel, Stephanie Kallos has created an extraordinary testament to the power of love and forgiveness. Broken For You is a big-hearted book that pulses with life.” —Tova Mirvis, author of The Outside World and The Ladies Auxiliary

“A seventy-six-year-old woman who’s just learned that she has a brain tumor takes in a thirty-four-year-old woman who’s just been dumped by her boyfriend. Can this be funny? Yes. Painfully funny, beautifully written, and completely original. I love this novel.”
—Lolly Winston, author of Good Grief

Susan Coll
The novel itself is a mosaic of eccentric characters and their interlocking storylines, which sometimes border on the fantastic … So lovely is the world Kallos has created that it seems more reparative to curl up on the couch with this book and suspend belief than to deconstruct the plot.
— The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
"The dead, Margaret thought. They can be so loud." So muses the protagonist of this dreamy, powerful tale of familial warring, secrets and redemption. When elderly Margaret Hughes discovers that she has a malignant brain tumor, she refuses treatment and decides to take a nice young tenant into her huge, lonely Seattle mansion for company. What she gets is Wanda Schultz, a tough-as-nails stage manager who is secretly seeking the man who left her and prone to inexplicable weeping breakdowns. Wanda, ignorant of Margaret's illness, is intrigued by the museum-like house and its eccentric owner-so when Margaret unexpectedly invites her to a drink-champagne-and-break-the-priceless-antique-china party for two, she's delighted. But a dark history lurks; the houseful of gorgeous antique porcelain comes from Margaret's father's WWII pilfering of European Jewish homes. Meanwhile, Wanda's father, who deserted her years ago, is on the road trying to heal, and Margaret's mother's ghost is haunting the Seattle mansion, lounging about in expensive peignoirs and criticizing her only daughter. Wrestling to keep the dead and the ghosts of their pasts at bay, the two women slowly build an extraordinary friendship, and when Wanda discovers a talent for mosaics, the past begins to quiet. Though it takes a while to get started, this haunting and memorable debut is reminiscent of early Atwood, peopled by lovably imperfect and eccentric characters. Agent, Simon Lipskar at Writer's House. (Sept.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Theater veteran Kallos debuts with a dazzling mosaic of intersecting lives and fates. Lured by an unsigned postcard, possibly from her ex-lover, freewheeling Wanda Schultz travels cross-country to Seattle. A stage manager, she's in demand anywhere there's a show looking for a fiercely organized, sturdy person. Her quest parallels her long lost father's: in 1969, he left six-year-old Wanda with his sister's large family to set off in search of his runaway wife. Elsewhere in Seattle, septuagenarian Margaret Hughes has been diagnosed with a brain "astrocytoma"-a "star" tumor. She has occupied a cavernous hilltop mansion since childhood, when her wealthy father's hobby was dealing antiques and her mother's was genteel insanity. By 1946, her mother was the chatelaine and "sacristan" of vast rooms of fine china and porcelain that her father fenced from Nazis, who stole from the apartments of deported Jews. Except for a brief marriage that ended after her young son was killed in a car crash, Margaret has lived in seclusion all these years, dusting tchotchkes her sole preoccupation. Determined to change her habits after the diagnosis, she advertises for a boarder. Enter Wanda. Both women, shattered by abandonment and loss, reform themselves by methodically destroying the artifacts looted from others' lives. The smashing and cracking symbolism might be too pervasive for those who hate to see the lovable Wanda broken in service to a motif. But it's a very skillfully integrated conceit. After Wanda recovers from multiple fractures (she's hit by a car while running after her chimera of abandoning males), she becomes a renowned mosaic artist, creating giant installations from "pique-assiette" chardsof the Hughes collection. A subplot involving bowling, the lost father, and a Holocaust survivor who has a missing piece from Margaret's hoard rounds out this multilayered rhapsody. Kallos has a rare, deft way with whimsy, dream sequences and hallucinations. Comparisons to John Irving and Tennessee Williams would not be amiss in this show-stopping debut. Agent: Simon Lipskar/Writers House

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MargaretWhen Margaret Hughes found out she had a brain tumor, she stared at the black-and-white images illuminated on the screen behind her physician's desk-"slices," he called them. She was surprised to see that her brain looked like two halves of a desiccated walnut.

Her physician spoke of cisterns, vessels, ventricles, a star. Of cells that had forgotten how to die. It was so complicated, so difficult to understand, but in all fairness she had no one to blame but herself. She was the one who'd insisted on seeing the images, made him promise that he'd be straightforward, tell her the names of things, explain why she'd been experiencing these headaches, these slips of the tongue, errors in cognition, apparitions. The fact that he continually referred to the images as "slices" only made matters worse; Margaret had already been so flustered before her appointment that she'd left home without finishing breakfast.

Dr. Leising pointed out the mass effect of the enhancing something-or-other as seen on Coronal Slice #16. Margaret's stomach rumbled.

I can't believe it, she thought. I forgot to eat my jelly toast.

Her physician concluded his speech and asked Margaret how she wished to proceed, what interventional options she wanted to pursue, and was there anyone she'd like to call. "Stephen perhaps?" he suggested, rather too lightly. "Mightn't he want to know?"

Well, of course her ex-husband would want to know. Couples don't go through what she and Stephen had without forging some kind of enduring connection-even (although few people understood this) a complicated, battle-comrade kind of love.

But there was something irritating in Dr. Leising's tone-as if he didn't think she should hear his prognosis in the absence of a male shoulder to weep on. As if she couldn't handle things without the benefit of counsel by some father-by-proxy. Margaret had managed her own affairs nicely for most of her life. She wouldn't be railroaded, pitied, or bamboozled now. I might look like a nice, diffident old lady, she thought, but I'm not about to be treated like one.

She asked a few pointed questions. Dr. Leising gave answers which she considered unacceptable, evasive, patronizing, and then launched into yet another discussion of her "slices." Would it never end?

Margaret couldn't listen anymore, so she excused herself to the rest room, took the elevator down to the street, and walked until she came upon a cafe with the words "Desserts, Etcetera" painted on the windows. She deliberated. On the rare occasions when she had to leave the house, she made sure to have as little contact as possible with other people; on the other hand, she was so hungry that she felt nauseous. Peeking through the window, Margaret saw that the cafe was open but empty of customers. This was satisfactory, so she went in.

Inside was a display case filled with artfully presented pies, cakes, cookies, and an assortment of French pastries. Margaret whispered their names: Génoise à l'orange. Mousse au chocolat. Crème Brûlée. Roulade à la confiture. She felt better already. Hanging over the counter was a menu written on a large chalkboard which included sandwiches and soups as well as desserts.

An anorexic-looking girl with short blue-black hair and black lipstick was talking into a telephone behind the counter. "I don't give a shit, Jimmy," she was saying, her voice tense and hissing, "You CANNOT use the juicer at three o'clock in the morning, I don't care HOW aggravated your 'vata' is!" Margaret waved to get the girl's attention. "Gotta go. Bye."

The girl hung up and loped to the counter. "Yes," she enunciated through clenched teeth. "What can I get for you?"

"It all looks so good," Margaret said. On closer inspection of the girl's face, Margaret was alarmed to see that she was wearing a gold ring through her right nostril. She tried not to stare at it. "What is your soup of the day?"

"Split pea," the girl said, and sniffed.

God, Margaret thought, I hope she doesn't have a cold.

"Well, in that case . . . I'll take a slice of raspberry cheesecake, a slice of pear ganache, the crème brûlée, and the caramel flan."

"For here?"

"Yes, please."

Nose Ring began punching the buttons of a small calculator. Her fingernails were painted dark blue and sprinkled with glitter. They looked like miniature galaxies. "Do you want whipped cream on your flan?"

"Excuse me?" Margaret said. "Whipped what?"

"Cream. On the flan."

"No, thank you," Margaret said without thinking, but then, "I mean yes! Why not? Whipped cream!"

"Will that be all?"

"Tea, perhaps. Do you have peppermint tea?"

"Have a seat," Nose Ring said. "I'll bring it out when it's ready."

Margaret awaited her desserts. On the café walls there were several black-and-white photographs of empty buildings, streets, docks, parks. Margaret didn't much care for them. There were no people in the photographs, and something about the time of day the photographer chose or the angle at which he took the photos gave even the most benign landmarks-the Seattle-to-Bainbridge ferry, the pergola in Pioneer Square, the Smith Tower-a menacing, doomsday appearance. They made Seattle look like a ghost town, and they reminded Margaret of an old movie. . . . What was it? It took place in New York City; it was about the end of the world. . . . She had found the movie very disturbing, although she couldn't say why. She couldn't for the life of her remember the name of it.

"The World, the Flesh, and the Devil," said Nose Ring as she arrived at Margaret's table.


"That old black-and-white movie about the end of the world. You were saying that you couldn't remember the name of it."

"I was?"

"Uh-huh." Nose Ring began unloading dishes and tea things from a large tray. "Harry Belafonte, Inger Stevens, and Mel Ferrer. The World, the Flesh, and the Devil."

"Oh. Yes."

"Unless you mean On the Beach."

"I don't think so."

"Gregory Peck, Ava Gardner, and Fred Astaire? Directed by Stanley Kramer."

"No . . . I would've remembered Fred Astaire."

"Or you could be thinking of Fail Safe. With Henry Fonda as the president."

"I think you were right the first time."

Nose Ring stood up straight and announced, "I'm a film student."

"I see." Margaret smiled and nodded. She made another effort not to look at Nose Ring's nose ring. "Well, that must be very interesting!"

Nose Ring sighed. "Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes! Thank you! It looks lovely."

Nose Ring resumed her place behind the counter.

Margaret took a small, yellowed photograph out of her wallet; it was a school picture of Daniel, taken when he was eight. She stared at it.

The whole thing was quite simple, really.

According to Robert Leising, MD, and the various other neurology, oncology, and so-on-colleagues with whom he had consulted, Margaret had a very common type of malignant brain tumor: an "astrocytoma." A slow-growing star. The traditional treatment was surgery followed by radiation.

"What's the prognosis?" she had asked.

"Well," and here Dr. Leising had pulled one of six sheets of film off the light board and scrutinized it, "your age is-?"

As if he doesn't know, Margaret thought. "Seventy-five."

"Seventy-five." Dr. Leising nodded thoughtfully. He glanced at Margaret before resuming his study of the film. "Depending on the characteristics of the tumor-which we can't clearly define without getting in there and removing as much of it as possible-with treatment you have a chance of living as long as several years or as little as two."

"How much of a chance?"

Dr. Leising didn't look up. "Twenty-five percent."

"That's with treatment?"


"What happens if we don't do anything?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, if I only have a twenty-five percent chance of surviving this anyway, why don't we just leave it alone?"

"Maybe I haven't made myself clear, Margaret," Dr. Leising said, as if he were speaking to a nincompoop. That was when he resumed his discussion of Margaret's slices in a way that clearly constituted the American Medical Association's form of filibustering.

So, this was her choice: She could either undergo a lot of treatment and die, sooner or later, or she could undergo no treatment at all and die, sooner or later.

"Is something wrong?" Nose Ring had returned. "You haven't tried anything."

Margaret swallowed hard. Now that all of this lovely food was in front of her, she found that she wasn't hungry after all. She took a sip of tea, just to be polite.

"Is that your grandson?" Nose Ring asked, leaning closer. "Cute."

She's quite a young girl beneath all that makeup, Margaret realized. And much too thin. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

Nose Ring shrugged. "What is it?"

"Well, it's a rather trite question, I suppose, but if you found out that you had only a short while to live, maybe a year or two, how would you spend your time?"

The girl frowned. She picked absentmindedly at her fingernails, and showers of silver glitter flaked off and fell toward the floor. Margaret tried to follow the trajectory of the glitter, but it seemed to vanish into thin air.

"I suppose I'd think about whatever it is that scares me the most-relationshipwise, I mean-and then do it. Do the opposite of what I've always done."

Margaret studied Nose Ring. She'd always assumed that people who embraced dramatic vogues in fashion were actually compensating for an innate dullness of character or chronic insecurity. She'd expected someone who looked like Nose Ring to offer a superficial answer to her rather trite question: "Take up hang-gliding! Sail around the world! Race hot-air balloons!" Something along those lines.

"It would be a last chance, wouldn't it?" the girl went on. "To break all your old bad habits?" She caught herself worrying her hands and promptly stopped. "Well anyway, here's your bill. Pay whenever you're ready." She made her way back to the counter, looking pensive.

Margaret contemplated her own habits. She stared at Daniel's photo. He had been at that age when most children are self-conscious in front of a camera. But in this picture his expression was relaxed, serious, and sage. "You can see exactly what he's going to look like when he's twenty!" Margaret remembered saying to Stephen all those years ago, when the package they'd ordered came home from school: one 8x10, two 5x7s, four 3x5s, and many, many billfolds.

But Daniel would never be twenty. The 8x10 remained unframed. The billfolds were never passed out to school friends and teachers. Margaret wondered if Stephen still kept a photograph of their son in his wallet, along with pictures he surely carried of the children he had with his second wife. His living children.

"Jimbo?" Nose Ring was on the telephone, speaking gently. "I'm sorry I yelled before. . . . Yeah, I know. . . . I love you, too. You want me to pick up some Häagen-Dazs on the way home? . . . No, I'm not kidding."

Maybe it was time for a change. A commuted sentence. Margaret had no difficulty knowing what was required. Daniel stared back at her, without forgiveness, but without condemnation, either, his eyes alight with the detached, loving wisdom of a little monk. Margaret tucked the photograph back into her pocketbook, sipped her tea, and waited until Nose Ring hung up the telephone.

"Excuse me, dear," she called across the room. "Have you a pen I might borrow?"

"Sure. Are you a writer?"

"Oh, no," Margaret said automatically. "I'm . . ." I'm anything I want to be, she thought. Anything at all. "I'm the woman who invented the garlic press!"

"Ah." Nose Ring handed over her pen. "I'll get more hot water for your tea."

"Thank you, dear. That's very kind."

Margaret turned over the bill and began writing. "Room for rent in large Capitol Hill home. $250. All utilities included. Month-to-month. Private bath . . ." By the time she was satisfied with the ad, her appetite was back. She started with the crème brûlée.

Magnifique! she thought, not minding that the café had begun to fill up with customers and she was no longer alone. C'est parfait.

Before she actually placed the ad she would have to ask permission. Of course she would. She couldn't just willy-nilly start taking in boarders without consulting her housemates. After all, they'd lived together practically forever. She'd tended their needs, kept them pristine and perfect, sheltered them. With the exception of those few intervening years when Stephen and Daniel had shared the house, they'd had her completely to themselves. Her devotion was unquestionable. Still, she knew they'd feel threatened. They'd never stand for a unilateral decision. It would take finesse, skill, and diplomacy to pull this off. What she intended would be a hard sell.

Of course, they'd want to know what was in it for them. They'd have a point. She'd have to come up with something.

Praise? Admiration? That might be an incentive. They'd be in contact with another set of human eyes. What could be the harm in that? They'd be ogled and applauded by someone besides her. That should be enough for the vast majority. Most of them were a bit shallow anyway. Fools for flattery. Yes, that could work. And she'd never take on anyone clumsy or bullish, that was certain. The more diffident among them could be reassured about that. They'd be in no danger.

So there. That was settled.

The next question was, how would she broach the subject? And who would she speak to first? Who would be the most receptive to change?

Not the soup tureens; as a group, they were consistently unimaginative and stodgy. The game pie dishes at least had a sense of humor, but they were cowardly, and always took sides with anything lidded. Which eliminated the teapots and casseroles and so on. It was very tricky, as the lot of them were quite cliquish. All of the figurines were out; in spite of her best efforts, she could never manage to address them without sounding condescending, and they resented her for it. One or two of the teacups might be sympathetic. She also considered the gold-encrusted inkstands, who, for all their decorative excess, had always struck her as fair-minded and sensible.

But, no. The others would never be convinced by anything so diminutive as an inkstand. She'd need an ally that was at the very least physically impressive. Objects responded to things like size and blunt speech. Margaret roamed the rooms of the house in her mind's eye: the Aviary Suite, Bonbon Dish Room, Smoke and Snuff Room . . .

Aha! She had it. The pair of Qing Dynasty garden seats. They'd be perfect. Large and commanding, with their sea-green celadon glaze, they were not only elegant but wise and plain-speaking. The fact that they once sat in the open air had given them more free-thinking views. And if all that weren't enough, there was the added prestige of their appraised value: eight thousand dollars each. The other garden seats were worth five thousand or less. If she could win over the Qing twins, Margaret knew, they'd get everyone to give her a fair hearing.

Margaret reviewed her defense. She headed out to the sunny atrium (also known as the Chinese Garden Seat Room), cleaning flannel in hand. She'd surprise all of them with a thorough polishing first to get in their good graces. Then she would plead her case to the Qings.

Copyright © 2004 by Stephanie Kallos. Reprinted with permission from Grove Atlantic, Inc. All rights reserved.

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Broken for You 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 79 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
From reading other reviews it is clear you either love this book or feel completely removed from it. I wouldn't say I hated it, because I just don't care enough to feel that strongly about it. I heard great things about this book and have tried at least six times to read it. I've read more than half of it, but just don't care about the characters enough to finish. I find the writing tedious and the story is completely unbelievable. I can't relate at all, and generally I would say I'm highly empathetic. So, buyer beware. Might want to check this out at Barnes and Noble store and read a chapter before buying. I would NEVER recommend this, although clearly lots of people disagree.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a selection for our book club. I'm so glad they chose it! It is an excellent book. Great depth to the characters. Interesting the way she pulled characters together that you couldn't imagine how they were connected. Broken pieces were put back together into something new and beautiful.
DallyHo More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book. Heartwarming.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have to say this is one of my all time favorites, the author knows how to create a story one can believe. Reminiscent of John Irving. Buy it now.
zee12 More than 1 year ago
This book has it all! Romance! Dispair! New beginnings! Art! Nazis! History! Laughter! Pathos! Very skillfully told tale of two unlikely roommates and their past, present and future lives. I have recommended it to many friends. This writer is worth following.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a book about history, and about redemption. A series of coincidences lands the reader directly in the world of a young woman searching for true love, who crosses paths with an old woman just served with a death sentence. The 2 discover purpose and joy in each other's lives.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story line is good but starts slow. The characters are likeable and believable.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have told several people about this book, shared my copy, and bought one for someone else. Outstanding character development. Wonderful protrayal of shattered lives coming together into something greater than the individuals. Also appreciated the theme of what possessions mean to us.
ALLISTOMULL More than 1 year ago
I figured that this would be a good hut depressing read- one woman is diagnosed with a brain tumor, the other was just dumped- but at the end of the story, (even though I was crying), I still felt uplifted. The book was a little wordy at times, and the story a little far-fetched, but I would still recommend it. I felt the writing style to be unique and the characters well written and endearing.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I picked this book for our bookclub read and I personally loved this book. While theoretically the plot is a little far-fetched, I enjoyed the writing and found myself becoming attached to the two main characters. I was especially moved at the very end and found myself crying. Books don't normally move me like that. It's a good read - don't give up on it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is our book club read for the month of July. I was not looking forward to reading the book after reading some of the reviews however, there has not been a book in quite some time that hooked me as this book did. Never mind that some of the situations seem too easy and that the friendships are formed quickly. This book reminds us how vulnerable we are, how we become who we are, how others influence us. And how, ultimately, we are changed by those who we touch and those who touch us. Give it a whirl, you won't regret the ride.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Incredible book! The characters, especially Margaret's dead mother and son, are very well developed. The plot is about a WHOLE lot more than broken china......highly enjoyable read!!!
Anonymous 7 months ago
Excellent book, storylines were clear, & character development was exceptional.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book for young adults to read
Lewisroon More than 1 year ago
This is a preachy, pretentious, manipulative, overly sentimental novel. It should come with a weepometer warning because there is so much crying in it. Throughout the novel characters behave in incredibly selfish ways, but they never have to take any responsibility for their actions, and in fact we are given the strong impression that they are all the more lovable because of the destruction they cause. There is also a sappy hero who hangs around the incredibly selfish object of his affections for YEARS, waiting for her to accept him. Blech.  
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The book did start slowly and I wondered where it was going. But it turned into a fabulous story--moving, uplifting, and taking turns you least expect. I wish that a publishing house had taken this terrific book instead of the author self-publishing because it's a winner. Congratulations to the author who poured his soul into this one and touched ours in the bargain. Thank you.
audsdau50 More than 1 year ago
This book has an unusual subject line, bringing history, art, and family/relationship dynamics together through a winding path. Sometimes the long explanations would get a bit boring, but all in all she kept me reading through to the sad but realistic ending.
Toolyn More than 1 year ago
I accidentally deleted this book when I finished it (meant to archive it for future reference). It was OK thought not at all what I expected. This was based on the description being completely wrong. It is described as a story about an old woman and young woman. It turns out to be about a human trafficking survivor and lots of graphic sex.
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snooptk More than 1 year ago
I think this is very well written. I fully enjoyed this book and had a hard time putting it down. It restores my faith in humanity.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This started out as a good story with a relationship between two lonely broken women. So far so good. They start to get close and heal. Then the author changes gears, significantly and it goes from a book to enjoy to another altogether different venue. It loses everything. You no longer have much going on with the relationship because the rest of the book isabout the holocaust. So much so that towards the end i think the author rushed through to tie items she lost along the way. I see her sitting at her laptop going "oh yeah. I need to have the one main character tell Wanda the other main character that shes really ill. Oh yeah i forgot to bring closure to the love interest. And so on and so on. Here is where the author blew it. She had two novels crammed into one idea and she blew both. Better to have stayed true to her ideas and commited herself to making a book about women finding themselves and another about the holocaust. Then she would have had two great books instead of one that leaves you flat.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
EDITOR NEEDED: The number of highly positive reviews of this book leads me to surmise that lots of readers don’t mind being told how to feel, are willing to have stories interpreted for them and can be satisfied with the slightest hint of characterization. That’s what happens when the mantra of creative writing, show don’t tell, is ignored. We end up with lots of extraneous descriptions, metaphorical road trips to nowhere, and a boring story that insults the intelligence of readers. Rather than fully develop Margaret’s transition to a new life, let’s insert a meaningless interaction with a clerk in a coffee shop, a character who is never heard from again. Does this advance the story? Hardly. A Literary Journal review of this author compares her to John Irving and Ann Tyler. All I can say is, Irving and Tyler have great talent in creating quirky, flawed but likable characters and then weaving them through a compelling story; this author does the preliminary work of creating the character, but she fails when trying to deliver authentic responses to cogent life issues. Time and again, the story jumps quickly from a problem to a quick solution with nothing in between. The narrator of a story, who is not a character, is an observer who is outside the action. The narrator of this story could be called an unreliable narrator. The reader can’t trust a narrator who changes their personality or seems to have strong opinions about the characters as this one does. They change their language and at times seem to be addressing some unknown entity. How confusing when the reader is at the whim of the narrator. This author desperately needs an editor who would separate the blather from the real story. The final book would have been 200 pages shorter but have plenty of punch. At the end, we’d have known for sure what drew one character to another and what motivated another’s behavior. This author has reached some impressive milestones, (nominations to the Raymond Carver Award and Pushcart Prize) so we know she has talent. Perhaps in short fiction rather than in writing novels.