Comfort and Joy

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New York Times bestselling author Kristin Hannah is beloved by readers around the world for her unique blend of powerful emotion and exquisite storytelling. In Comfort & Joy, she offers a modern-day fairy tale—the story of a woman who gets a miraculous chance at happiness.

Joy Candellaro once loved Christmas more than any other time of the year. Now, as the holiday approaches, she is at a crossroads in her life; recently divorced and alone, she can’t summon the old ...

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Overview

New York Times bestselling author Kristin Hannah is beloved by readers around the world for her unique blend of powerful emotion and exquisite storytelling. In Comfort & Joy, she offers a modern-day fairy tale—the story of a woman who gets a miraculous chance at happiness.

Joy Candellaro once loved Christmas more than any other time of the year. Now, as the holiday approaches, she is at a crossroads in her life; recently divorced and alone, she can’t summon the old enthusiasm for celebrating. So without telling anyone, she buys a ticket and boards a plane bound for the beautiful Pacific Northwest. When an unexpected detour takes her deep into the woods of the Olympic rainforest, Joy makes a bold decision to leave her ordinary life behind—to just walk away—and thus begins an adventure unlike any she could have imagined.

In the small town of Rain Valley, six-year-old Bobby O’Shea is facing his first Christmas without a mother. Unable to handle the loss, Bobby has closed himself off from the world, talking only to his invisible best friend. His father Daniel is beside himself, desperate to help his son cope. Yet when the little boy meets Joy, these two unlikely souls form a deep and powerful bond. In helping Bobby and Daniel heal, Joy finds herself again.     

But not everything is as it seems in quiet Rain Valley, and in an instant, Joy’s world is ripped apart, and her heart is broken. On a magical Christmas Eve, a night of impossible dreams and unexpected chances, Joy must find the courage to believe in a love—and a family—that can’t possibly exist, and go in search of what she wants . . . and the new life only she can find.

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“Happy, hopeful and très romantique.”—Hartford Courant
 
“[Kristin Hannah’s] best book yet.”—The Columbus Dispatch
 
“Hannah will touch the deepest corner of your heart.”—Rendezvous
 
“An engaging holiday tale.”—Seattle Post-Intelligencer
 
“A heartwarming holiday tale [that] resonates with poignancy and deep emotion.”—Romantic Times
Publishers Weekly
It's the last day before Christmas vacation, and Joy Faith Candellaro, a Bakersfield, Calif., high school librarian, is still fretting over finding her husband, Thom, in bed with her sister, Stacey. Although divorced nearly three months-and urged by everyone to move on with her life-Joy just isn't joyful. She's trying, though: she buys a Christmas tree and plans to get herself something spectacular to put under it. Too bad that Stacey's waiting in her driveway with a wedding invitation and the news that she's pregnant with Thom's child. Enraged and betrayed, Joy drives off-and ends up at the airport, holding a ticket to Hope, Canada. What will she do when she gets there? Who cares? All she knows is that life has to be better elsewhere. What happens next is Hannah's version of a Christmas ghost story, as Joy encounters a father and son whose own misery gives her a new perspective. Hannah (The Things We Do for Love) fans will enjoy this fare, but from the subtle-as-a-50-pound-fruitcake irony of Joy Faith's name to a plot twist that necessitates hanging disbelief on the mantel alongside the Christmas stockings, it may be a bit too much for the more skeptical to swallow. (Nov.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Things aren't going well this holiday season for librarian Joy Candellaro. It was bad enough that her husband cheated on her with her own sister, but discovering that the couple is expecting a baby and receiving an invitation to their wedding sends her over the top. She flees to the airport and on a whim catches a charter plane to the Pacific Northwest. When the plane makes a crash landing, Joy survives but is left stranded at an old fishing lodge, where she meets the proprietor, a handsome widower, and his young son. She finds herself unexpectedly falling in love with both the precocious boy and his gruff father. Come Christmas Eve, Joy must decide if she can stand up to her real life or get lost in a dream world. This tale of magic, love, and fantasy will appeal to Hannah's many fans, but a clunky paranormal aspect may leave others scratching their heads. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 7/05.] Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345483799
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/31/2006
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 90,039
  • Product dimensions: 4.15 (w) x 6.88 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Kristin Hannah

Kristin Hannah is the New York Times bestselling author of many acclaimed novels, including Winter Garden, Firefly Lane, and Night Road. She and her husband live in the Pacific Northwest and Hawaii.

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Christmas parties are the star on the top of my "don't" list this year. Other things to avoid this season: Ornaments. Trees. Mistletoe (definitely). Holiday movies about families. And memories.

Memories most of all. Last year, I celebrated Christmas morning in my own living room, with the two people I loved most in the world. My husband, Thomas, and my sister, Stacey.

A lot can change in twelve months.

Now, I am in my kitchen, carefully packing frosted Santa cookies into Tupperware containers, layering wax paper between each row. On a strip of masking tape, I write my name in bold black letters: Joy Candellaro. When I'm done, I dress for work in a pair of black jeans and a bright green sweater set. At the last moment, I add little wreath earrings. Perhaps if I look festive, people will stop asking me how I am doing. Balancing the pale pink containers in my arms, I lock up my house and make my way to the garage. As I round the hood of the car, I sidle past the row of file cabinets that line the back wall. My dreams are in those metal drawers, organized with the kind of care only a librarian can manage.

I have saved every scrap I've ever read about exotic locales and faraway places. When I read the words and see the pictures, I dream of having an adventure.

Of course, I've been dreaming of that for ten years now, and since I've been single again for almost three months, and separated from Thom for eight months before that, it's safe to say I'm a dreamer not a doer. In fact, I haven't added to my files or opened one of the cabinets since my divorce.

I ease past them now and get into my sensible maroon Volvo. Behind me, the garage door opens, and I back down the driveway.

It is still early in the morning on this last Friday before Christmas. The street lamps are on; light falls from them in cones of shimmering yellow through the predawn shadows. As my car rolls to a stop at the bottom of the driveway, the headlights illuminate my house. It looks . . . faded in this unnatural light, untended. The roses I love so much are leggy and bare. The planters are full of dead geraniums.

A memory flashes through me like summer thunder: there and gone.

I come home from work early . . . see my husband's car is in the driveway. The roses are in full, riotous bloom.

I remember thinking I should cut some for an arrangement.

In the house, I toss my coat on the maple bench and go upstairs, calling out his name.

I am halfway up the stairs when I recognize the sounds.

In my mind and my memories, I kicked the door open. That's what I told people later. The truth was, I barely had the strength to push it open.

There they are, naked and sweating and rolling, in my bed.

Like an idiot, I stand there, staring at them. I thought he'd feel my presence as keenly as I'd always felt his, that he'd look up, see me and—oh, I don't know, have a heart attack or burst into tears and beg for my forgiveness or beg for forgiveness while having a heart attack.

Then I see her face, and a bad moment rounds the bend into horrific. It is my sister.

Now there's a "For Sale" sign in front of my house. It's been there for months, but who am I kidding? A wrecked marriage scares everyone. It's like a rock tossed into a still blue pond; the ripples go on and on. No one wants to buy this house of bad luck.

I hit the gas too hard and back out into the street, putting the memories in my rearview mirror.

If only they would stay there. Instead, they're like passengers, crowding in on me, taking up too much air.

No one knows what to say to me anymore, and I can hardly blame them. I don't know what I want to hear, either. In the school library, where I work, I hear the whispers that grind to a halt at my entrance and notice how uncomfortable the ensuing silences can be.

I make it easy on my friends—or try to—by pretending that everything is okay. I've been doing that a lot this year. Smiling and pretending. What else can I do? People have grown tired of waiting for me to get over my divorce. I know I need to glide onto the track of my old life, but I can't seem to manage it; neither do I have the courage to form a new one, though, in truth, it's what I want. It's what I've wanted for a long time.

At the corner, I turn left. The streets of Bakersfield are quiet on this early morning. By the time I reach the high school, it is just past seven o'clock. I pull into my parking space, gather my cookies, and go inside.

At the main desk, the school secretary, Bertha Collins, smiles up at me. "Hey, Joy."

"Hey, Bertie. I brought some cookies for tonight's faculty party."

Her look turns worried. "Aren't you coming?"

"Not this year, Bertie. I don't feel too festive."

She eyes me knowingly. As a twice-divorced woman, she thinks she understands, but she can't, not really. Bertie has three kids and two parents and four sisters. My own math doesn't add up that way. "Take care of yourself, Joy. The first Christmas after a divorce can be . . ."

"Yeah. I know." Forcing a smile, I start moving. In the past year, this technique has worked well for me. Keep moving. I walk down the hallway, turn left at the empty cafeteria and head for my space. The library.

My assistant, Rayla Goudge, is already at work. She is a robust, gray-haired woman who dresses like a gypsy and tries to write all her notes in haiku. Like me, she is a graduate of U.C. Davis with a teaching certificate. We have worked side by side for almost five years and both enjoyed every minute. I know that in May, when she finishes her master's degree in library science, I will lose her to another school. It's one more change I try not to think about.

"Morning, Joy," she says, looking up from the pile of paperwork in front of her.

"Hey, Ray. How's Paul's cold?"

"Better, thanks."

I store my purse behind the counter and begin my day. First up are the computers. I go from one to the next, turning them on for the students, then I replace yesterday's newspapers with todays. For the next six hours, Rayla and I work side by side—checking the catalog system, generating overdue notices, processing new books, and re-shelving. When we're lucky, a student comes in for help, but in this Internet age, they are more and more able to do their school research at home. Today, of course, on this last school day before the winter break, the library is as quiet as a tomb.

That is another thing I try not to think about: the break. What will I do in the two and one-half weeks I have off?

In past years, I have looked forward to this vacation. It's part of the reason I became a school librarian. Fifteen years ago, when I was in college, I imagined traveling to exotic locales in my weeks off.

"Joy, are you okay?"

I am so lost in memories of Before that it takes me a second to realize that Rayla is speaking to me. I'm standing in the middle of the library, holding a worn, damaged copy of Madame Bovary.

The bell rings: The walls seem to vibrate with the sound of doors opening, kids laughing, feet moving down the hall.

The winter break has begun.

"Do you need a ride to the party?" Rayla asks, coming up to me.

"The party?" I say, as if I'm actually thinking about it. "No, thanks."

"You're not coming, are you?"

Rayla has always been able to do that: pierce my defenses with a look. "No."

"But . . ."

"Not this year, Ray."

Rayla sighs. "So, what will you do tonight?"

We both know that the first night of our vacation is special. Last year, on this Friday evening, Stacey and I met up for dinner and went to the mall, where I agonized over the perfect gift for Thom.

It turned out to be my sister.

Those are exactly the kind of memories I try to avoid, but they're like asbestos: invisible and deadly. You need special gear to get rid of them.

Rayla touches my arm. "Have you put up a tree yet?"

I shake my head.

"I could help you decorate one."

"No, thanks. I need to do it myself."

"And will you?"

I look down into her kind gray eyes and find it surprisingly easy to smile. "I will."

She loops an arm through mine. Together, we walk through the quiet library and emerge into the crowded, busy hallways of the high school. All around us kids are laughing and talking and high-fiving one another.

In the parking lot, Rayla walks me to my car. There, she stops and looks up at me. "I hate to leave you alone for the holidays. Maybe Paul and I should cancel our trip to Minnesota."

"Don't you dare. Enjoy your family. I'll be fine."

"You and Stacey . . ."

"Don't," I say sharply, and then whisper: "Please."

"She and Thom will break up, you'll see. She'll come to her senses."

I have lost count of the times Rayla has said this to me, and of the times I've said it to myself.

"Why don't you go to one of those dream places of yours—like Machu Picchu or London?"

"Maybe I will," I say. It's what I always say. We both know the truth: I'm scared to go alone.

Rayla pats my hand and kisses my cheek. "Well. I'll see you in January, Joy."

"Merry Christmas, Rayla."

"And to you."

I watch her walk to her car and drive away. Finally, I get into my own front seat and sit there, staring through the windshield. When I start the engine, the radio comes on. It's an instrumental rendition of "Upon a Midnight Clear" that immediately reminds me of better times in previous years. My mom loved this song.

Rayla is right. It's time for me to get started on Christmas. There's no more putting it off. Smiling and pretending will not get me through the holidays. It's time for me to embark on this new single life of mine.

The traffic out of the high school is bumper to bumper with kids yelling out the window to one another, but by the time I reach Almond Street, the road is empty.

On Fifth Street, I turn left and pull into the lot beside a Chevron station, where Scout Troop #104 has set up their yearly tree sale. On this late Friday afternoon, I can see right away that the stock is pretty depleted, and frankly, there's more brown on these branches than green. In this part of California, the trees go bad fast and I've waited too long to get a prime choice.

I wander through the fake forest on the corner of Fifth and Almond, nodding now and then to friends and strangers, trying to pretend I'm picking out the perfect tree. In truth, I'm trying not to look at them too closely. Finally, I can't stand it anymore. I choose the tree to my left, find a kid to help me, and reach for my wallet.

The nice young boy scout who takes my money hands me a receipt and a Kleenex.

I'm crying. Perfect.

By the time the tree is strapped onto my car, I'm a basket case. Sniffling and crying and shaking.

I am still in bad shape when I pull up to the ATM machine, though, thankfully, there are no witnesses to my meltdown. On a whim, I withdraw two hundred and fifty dollars. If I'm going to put up this tree, I'll need all new ornaments. I can hardly use the ones I collected during my marriage. And I intend to buy myself a killer gift to open on Christmas morning.

The thought of spending money on myself should make me happy; it's not something we high school librarians do a lot.

At least that's what I tell myself as I turn into my neighborhood.

Madrona Lane is a pretty name for a pretty street in a not-so-pretty suburb of Bakersfield. I've always appreciated the irony of living on a street named for a tree that doesn't grow here; especially in view of the fact that the developers cut down every green thing that dared to grow on the block. When my husband and I first saw the house it was run down and neglected, the only home on the cul-de-sac with grass that needed cutting and a fence in need of paint. The realtor had seen all these as possibilities for a young couple such as us. "The previous owners," she'd whispered to me as I stepped through a patch of dry-rotted floor in the bathroom, "went through a terrible divorce. A real War of the Roses thing."

We'd all laughed at that. Of course, it turned out not to be so funny.

I am almost to my house when I see Stacey standing in my driveway, all by herself.

I slam on the brakes.

We stare at each other through the windshield. The minute she sees me, she starts to cry. It is all I can do not to follow suit.

She's come to tell you it's over with Thom. It's the moment I've been waiting for, but now that it's here, I don't know what to do. Without forgiveness, there's no future between Stacey and me, but how can I forgive a sister who slept with my husband?

I ease my foot back onto the accelerator and pull into the driveway. Then I get out of the car.

Stacey stands there, looking at me, clutching her ski coat around her. Tears glisten on her cheeks.

It's the first time we've really looked at each other since this nightmare began, and instead of anger, I feel an unexpected longing. I remember a dozen things about her, about us, just then, like our famous family road trip through the desert states. Hell in a Volkswagen bus with my mom singing Helen Reddy songs at the top of her lungs and smoking Eve cigarettes one after another.

I approach her slowly. As always, looking at my younger sister is like looking in a mirror. Irish twins; that's what our mom called us. We're less than twelve months apart in age and have the same curly copper-red hair, pale, freckled skin, and blue eyes. No wonder Thom fell for her; she's the younger, smiling version of me.

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  • Posted November 25, 2011

    THIS BOOK WAS 20 STARS & I WOULD HAVE PAID $20.00 FOR IT/ OMG OMG

    I HAVE READ OVER 210 BOOKS SO FAR ( I KNOW GET A LIFE LOL) I STARTED THIS BOOK ON A WEDNESDAY & BY THURSDAY NITE I WAS FINISHED IT/ BAD THING WAS I STAYED UP TILL 5:00 IN THE MORNING TO FINISH IT & HAD TO TAKE A SICK DAY ON FRIDAY LOL
    I HAVE NEVER NEVER READ SUCH A WONDERFUL & BEAUTIFUL BOOK IN MY ENTIRE LIFE AS THIS ONE/ PLEASE GIVE IT A TRY U CAN NOT GO WRONG / HAPPY READING

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2005

    Perfect book for the holiday season.

    Joy Candellaro used to LOVE the Christmas season. But after finding out about her husband and her sister, Joy is not feeling very joyful. Tired of it all, she hops on a plane and disappears from her frustrating life - at least for a little while. ..................... Daniel O'Shea is a widow with an eight-year-old son, Bobby, who is about to have his first Christmas without his mother. Bobby is not adjusting too well and is making it harder on Daniel. In fact, Bobby seems to be distancing himself from the world around him and slipping into deep depression. ........................ Then Joy and Bobby meet. These two disillusioned people may be able to help each other ... and Daniel as well. ...................... ***** In my opinion, this is one of the best novels I've read for this year's holiday season. Author Kristin Hannah has proven time-and-time-again that she has an almost mystical way of making her readers empathize with her characters. This story is no different. You will be snared quickly and be in no rush to free yourself. Awesome! *****

    7 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2005

    Disappointing & Unrealistic

    The Twilight Zone, coma-induced experience is not what I found unrealistic (that was kind of neat actually), rather it was Joy's ability to forgive what her sister did to her. I understand getting to a level of acceptance when something bad happens, but to allow her sister back into her life as if what she did to her was a forgettable thing, well, I'm struggling with the words to express my indignation. How do you move forward with trust and respect toward someone whose capable of that kind of deceit and betrayal? And how do you have a relationship without these things? I did NOT get it. That was more surreal than her coma experience. And when I realized that was the direction Joy was heading, I had to make a decision about continuing on with the book. I kept reading because I wanted to see about Bobby and his dad. But then that ended up being a let down as well because of the abrupt way Ms. Hannah ended the book. I turned the last page thinking I was moving on to the final chapter or at least an Epilogue, but all I found was an excerpt to her next book (which I didn't read, by the way. I was far too put out with her at this point to read any more of her work). Very disappointing.

    6 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 2, 2009

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    A HOPEFUL CHRISTMAS STORY

    Christmas isn't a time for cynicism or skepticism. It's a time when miracles can happen, which is almost what occurs in the life of Joy Candellaro. As our story opens it seems that Joy isn't aptly named because there's not much in her life but betrayal and misery. Her divorce from Thom is still new enough to pain and her sister is the one who caused it. Not a time for family happiness! In spite of all this, Joy determines to celebrate her first Christmas on her own with a tree, the trimmings, and an eye-popping gift that she certainly feels she deserves. However, the holly and tinsel go by the board when her sister, Stacey, drops by to announce that she's going to have Thom's baby. Joy sees red, and buys an airline ticket for Canada. Does she know anyone there? No. Does she know what she'll do when she gets there? Has no idea. She simply wants to escape from a life that has become untenable. Kristin Hannah fans know that there's good news in the offing, and they'll not be disappointed or surprised when Joy meets a father and son who are enduring more than their share of sorrow. You know what they say about comfort and joy. Sandra Burr gives a splendid reading of this story of second chances - if you have the courage to accept them. - Gail Cooke

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 15, 2011

    Must read!

    I really enjoy everything by Ms. Hannah. Her books take you to another time and place, transporting the reader right into the story. Her story lines & plots are always exciting.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2011

    Potential for more depth but lacking substance

    Although the book starts strong, the relationships are not believable because the character development is simply not there. I reccomend the book for a.quick, easy read, nothing more. I wanted to throw my nook across the room at times.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2011

    great reading

    What starts as betrayal does not always end that way. Very talented Author.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 5, 2010

    Highly Recommended - Magical!

    I love Kristin Hannah's books. I just got my new color Nook and this was a wonderful way to start. She has a magical way of writing and making you feel you are living through her books. The only disappointment is that her books come to an end. You feel like you want them to go on and on. This was definitely a "must" read. I would recommend this book for any time of the year but it was even more special since it is the Christmas season!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 21, 2005

    Great Author Bad Storyline

    The first half of the book was great. The ending (living in 2 worlds) just wasn't plausable and therefore left you with a sour taste in your mouth. I have read all of her previous books but this one was phoned in not written from the heart.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2013

    Hunter

    But I am doing an...expiriment. He grabs one of mooncrystal's kits and runs to water house result one.

    1 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 3, 2012

    Good read

    I enjoyed this author. I had never read anything by her and I now look forward to reading more.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 2, 2012

    intriging

    This book makes a person think of how the mind heals in the times of crises. Can it be possible?

    Loved the story, even if it was questionable.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 4, 2011

    Highly Recommend!

    I love Kristin Hannah! She is a great author! This is a heart warming story of sisterly love.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 3, 2011

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    Sweet, sweet story

    If you need a pick-me-upper!! Great story holidays or not!!! I was really touched and looooved it!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 30, 2011

    Amazing

    Sometimes you need to be reminded that you need to believe in magic. Great book!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 12, 2011

    Touching story

    What a great story. This was my first Kristin Hannah book, but I am sure it will not be my last.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 7, 2010

    Highly recommended!

    I loved this book! Picked it up and couldn't stop until it was finished.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 21, 2014

    Great read!

    What a great story. I didn't want to put the book down the author put this story together nicely. I would read it again. Thank you Kristin

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  • Posted January 12, 2014

    Joy has had a rough year, her husband and her hit a rough patch

    Joy has had a rough year, her husband and her hit a rough patch and he has ventured into the arms of another woman.  She isn't feeling satisfaction on the job and overall life isn't going well for her.  So she ends up on a crazy adventure that from the beginning is more than doomed.  And then the book takes an unexpected turn and of course I can't share or it would ruin the whole deal!

    This one was a little too lifetime movie for me.  I was hoping for a sweet holiday book and from the beginning this one took the dramatics and amplified them.  Family drama, a plane crash and beyond, this book packed the punch from the beginning.  It had a little bit of the holiday cheer, but just not enough for me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2013

    Disappointed I've read a few of Kristin Hannah's books so I real

    Disappointed
    I've read a few of Kristin Hannah's books so I really looked forward to reading this during the holiday season. I wanted something light and uplifting to put me in good spirits. Almost immediately the book plunges into deception, heartbreak and depression, takes us through a violent accident, then brings us to more depression on the other side. I never quite grasped how she survived the accident and ended up where she did. When Part 2 started the story lost me and I was anxious to be done with it. I realize now it was supposed to be about believing in magic but it was all just too far fetched for me to swallow. On the bright side, it's a quick read. I'm normally a slow reader but I had this read in just a few days. If you don't expect much from this story you won't be disappointed.   

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