Coming Up for Air

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Ellie Calvin is caught in a dying marriage, and she knows this. With her beloved daughter away at college and a growing gap between her and her husband, she doesn’t quite seem to fit into her own life. But everything changes when her controlling mother, Lillian, passes away. Ellie sees her ex-boyfriend, Hutch, at the funeral, and learns that he is in charge of a documentary that involved Lillian before her death – and he wants answers to questions that Ellie’s not sure she can ...

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Overview

Ellie Calvin is caught in a dying marriage, and she knows this. With her beloved daughter away at college and a growing gap between her and her husband, she doesn’t quite seem to fit into her own life. But everything changes when her controlling mother, Lillian, passes away. Ellie sees her ex-boyfriend, Hutch, at the funeral, and learns that he is in charge of a documentary that involved Lillian before her death – and he wants answers to questions that Ellie’s not sure she can face.

As Ellie and Hutch start digging into Lillian’s history, and speaking for the first time in years, Ellie’s closed heart slowly begins to open. Using both a hidden diary that Ellie found in her mother’s things, and a trip to the Summer House, a mysterious and seductive bayside home, they gamble that they can work together and not fall in love again. But in piecing together a decades-old unrequited-love story, they just might uncover the secrets in their own hearts…

Patti Callahan Henry's Coming Up For Air is "a beautiful exploration of the deepest mysteries of the human heart." (Susan Wiggs, New York Times bestselling author)

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Audio
Middle-aged Alabama mom Ellie Calvin is trapped in a loveless marriage, but finding and reading her deceased mother’s secret diary gives her the courage to choose a different life and take control of her future. Janet Metzger fully embodies the role of Ellie: she sounds as though she’s thinking out loud, trying to understand her own feelings, piece together the meaning of both her mother’s diary and her own life, and explain the choices she’s made. Although the book’s characters are all Southern, Metzger gives each one—both male and female—a unique voice and makes it abundantly clear which character is speaking, even during conversations between multiple characters. Additionally, Metzger reads the secret diary entries in another distinctive, pitch-perfect voice. This audiobook is an excellent choice for female listeners who enjoy character-driven fiction. A St. Martin’s Press hardcover. (Aug.)
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"A beautiful, emotionally engrossing story about marriage and motherhood, loss and longing. Patti Callahan Henry has done it again, capturing all the complexity of relationships with insight, compassion and a lyrical, unforgettable voice." – Emily Giffin, New York Times bestselling author of Something Borrowed

“An affecting Southern tale about second chances and banishing the ghosts of regret… Romantic storytelling at its simple best.” – Kirkus (starred review)

“Lyrical and moving… Patti Henry’s luminous story-telling shines through once again.” – Mary Kay Andrews, New York Times bestselling author of Summer Rental

"Coming Up For Air is a beautiful exploration of the deepest mysteries of the human heart." – Susan Wiggs, New York Times bestselling author of the Lakeshore Chronicles series

“Elevated by Henry’s subtle, sometimes excellent characterization….Ellie’s earnest quest for true happiness will resonate with many readers, especially fans of Kristin Hannah and Susan Wiggs.” – Booklist

 

“A southern woman's journey into truth.  A emotionally intense, beautiful and unforgettable novel.  I loved it.”  — Robyn Carr, New York Times bestselling author of the Virgin River novels

"A buoyant journey of self-discovery from an author who understands the human heart… With the complexity of a sultry southern breeze, Coming Up for Air reveals the link between a mother's secret past and a daughter's hope for a new future." – Sherryl Woods, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Honeysuckle Summer

“Coming up for Air is heartwarming with a touch of magic. Patti Callahan Henry’s elegant writing takes you on an emotional journey you won’t soon forget. . . nor will you want to.” – Diane Chamberlain, New York Times bestselling author of The Midwife’s Confession

 

“A richly textured story of love, loss and redemption reminiscent of some of the best southern storytellers." – Donna Ball, author of A Year on Ladybug Farm

Kirkus Reviews

An affecting Southern tale about second chances and banishing the ghosts of regret.

Ellie is devastated when her mother Lillian suddenly dies. Theirs was not a perfect relationship—Lillian was one of those moneyed Southern Belles devoted to perfection and protocol—but Ellie was a faithful daughter nonetheless. Cleaning out her mother's closets, Ellie comes across Lillian's secret journal, begun when she was a girl, with one single entry added every New Year's Eve for the remainder of her life. Ellie is shocked to discover this paper stranger: the carefree girl, the dramatic teenager, the passionate young woman, in love with "Him." The mystery man in question crushed Lillian, turning her into the exacting figure Ellie knew. Ellie fears this fate for herself. Nearly 50, trapped in a marriage to the right sort of man, living the right sort of social life in Atlanta, Ellie feels as if she's dying. And then Hutch O'Brien reenters her life. A curator at the Historical Society, Hutch is finishing an exhibition on Atlanta's Woman of the Year winners from the 1960s. Lillian was a winner and Hutch suspects it was because she was involved with the civil-rights movement. But Hutch is not some crumpled historian—he is Ellie's college lover, her very own wrong-kind-of-man. She tells Hutch about the journal, and the two head to Lillian's closest friend Birdie's house on the Alabama coast for some answers. As Lillian's secret life is uncovered, Ellie's marriage to Rusty is revealed for what it is: a loveless endeavor begun for her mother's approval and Ellie's own sense of safety. Spending time with Hutch shows her there could have been another life—one of passion—just as her mother could have had a different life with "Him." By novel's end, long-held secrets are revealed, the Alabama coast enchants Ellie into a new life, and Hutch, well...

Romantic storytelling at its simple best.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781455891108
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 5/22/2012
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 5.50 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Patti Callahan Henry

PATTI CALLAHAN HENRY is a full-time writer, wife and mother and the New York Times bestselling author of eight novels, including Between the Tides, Driftwood Summer and The Perfect Love Song: A Holiday Story. She lives with her husband and three children in Mountain Brook, Alabama, where she is working on her next novel.

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Coming Up for Air

One

There are both wonderful and awful moments in a woman's life. Many of them, really. Standing in a white dress in front of family and friends, vowing to forever love the handsome man in front of me, is on top of my wonderful list. Then years later, standing in the receiving line at my mother's funeral and pulling away from that same man's touch because I knew I didn't—couldn't—love him anymore is more than awful. It's tragic.

In these pages, I will try to wrap words around all of the tumultuous, confusing emotions, attempt to make sense out of what at the moment feels senseless.

MOTHER'S FUNERAL

 

 

 

On the day of my mother's funeral there was only one type of flower: lilies. Everywhere. There were too many to count. With all the flowers in the world, the millions of blossoms and buds, you'd have thought that someone would have brought another sort.

I know what the lily means in the language of flowers: innocence,purity, and beauty. But this is not why the church overflowed with lilies. For twelve generations, or maybe longer, the firstborn daughters of firstborn daughters in our family are named Lillian. I understood why mourners brought these blooms, but God, the aroma was overwhelming, drowning me in cloying sweetness.

Sadie, my best friend, stood next to me in the funeral receiving line. "Ellie," she whispered.

"What?" I leaned closer to her.

"I wonder if there are any lilies left in all of Atlanta. This is insanity."

"It still wouldn't be enough for her," I said.

Sadie laughed in the quiet manner of churchlike respect. "No," she said, "it would not have been enough."

My husband, Rusty, stood on my opposite side with his hand on the small of my back, and our nineteen-year-old daughter, Lil, was to the left of him. Sadie and I attempted to hold in our laughter, like the nine-year-old girls we once had been in the chapel at private school instead of the forty-seven-year-old women we were. The misplaced amusement bubbled up from places forbidden and grabbed our guts and throats with the release of hilarity. I don't know why laughter comes at moments it should be banned; I don't know why it rains when we least need it or why love leaves when we most need it. But there we were: laughing at death.

"I bet," I said as I stifled the rising and irresponsible laughter, "everyone thought they were being original and thoughtful, sending lilies to Lilly's funeral."

In her attempt to stop a choked chuckle, Sadie snorted, and it was then that we broke into full laughter over something that was only vaguely funny or maybe not funny at all. But just the way you find yourself wanting something worse when you know you can't have it, we were unable to stop laughter in the one place it is inappropriate—the middle of a receiving line at Mother's funeral.

Rusty glanced at me, which for a reason I still don't understandmade me laugh harder. He reached out to touch me, and I pulled away. My daughter looked at me as if I'd lost my mind, and I wondered if maybe I had. Sadie squeezed my hand, and we returned to normal—our mournful expressions intact.

Of course, nothing about Mother's death was funny. It was sudden and awful and left our small family bereft and confused. I've discovered the finality of death in this: It remains unchanged and unmoved by loneliness, regret, or grief. My need for Mother, for some kind of redemption or reconciliation, came fresh with every thought and reminder of her absence. Missing her was the ache with which I woke and then fell into restless sleep knowing.

The funeral was a huge event, and Mother would have been proud to see how many people came, considering we're a small family. Mother is an only child, and Dad has only one brother, Uncle Cotton—an elusive figure in my life, an author who is constantly traveling and in exotic locales, a writer about whom Mother rolled her eyes as if writing were a wasteful career that didn't even deserve a comment (much as any career in the "arts" is wasteful, which is an odd opinion for a woman on the High Museum of Art board). But that's my mother—contradictions seamlessly fitting inside one another like the babushka dolls my grandmother brought me from her trip to Russia. Mother's best friend, Sadie's mother, Birdie, walked through the crowd, making order of the crowd and the event as smoothly as if Mother were there doing it herself.

Our web of friends caught Dad, Lil, Rusty, and me, cradling us with their grief and respect. There were newspaper articles and monuments, trees planted, and a bench placed in front of the High Museum.

The last woman in line then approached us, holding a single lily in her hand as if she were a bride going down the aisle. I thought I'd start laughing again but found I was finished. The day was almost over, and I was lulled into that certainty that I'd done well, that we had made it through the worst of it.

"Ellie?" A voice behind me said my name. Softly. Perfectly.

A hand fell on my shoulder, and then I saw his face. Twenty years later, minutes and hours and days rearranged to allow me to see him again as if time hadn't passed at all. Mostly I saw his eyes: almond shaped and kind, brown with green underneath, as if the eyes had meant to be the deep color of forest ferns and then at the last minute changed their mind.

I reached for Rusty's hand to steady myself, but he was making large gestures while talking to his buddy Weston and didn't feel me groping for firm grounding.

Then I saw Hutch's smile, a little crooked and higher on the righthand side.

He hates being late.

I smiled at him. "Wow, hello, Hutch O'Brien." My voice held firm and fast, and for this I was grateful.

He is witty with a cutting sarcasm.

He loves his eggs fried with buttered toast.

There is a scar on his cheek where a dog bit him when he was ten years old. For every person who asks, he has a new story for how he obtained this scar. I've heard more tales than I can remember.

"Ellie," he said, "I'm so sorry about your mother. I know how close you were."

"Thanks, Hutch." I took his hand and shook it as if we were past and vague acquaintances.

We stood silent, holding hands. I felt tears rising and I wanted to place my head on his chest: I knew where it would fit.

"Don't cry," he said, and squeezed my hand.

I nodded.

"It's great to see your beautiful face. Even in your grief, you're adorable."

"Not true," I said. "But thanks."

"Did your mom tell you that I'd interviewed her last week for the Atlanta History Center exhibit?"

"Yes, she did." Proper sentences formed on my tongue with the well-practiced art of social graces.

He likes the cold side of the pillow and the aisle seat on the plane.

Hutch glanced around the sacristy. "I know this is an awful time and you probably won't even remember seeing me, but can I ask you a favor?"

"Anything," I said.

We were still holding hands, and I wouldn't let go.

"We—your mother and I—didn't finish our interview. Would you ... talk to me when things calm down?"

I nodded.

"Okay," he said, and let go of my hand. "I'll call you? Is that okay?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, Ellie. I'm really sorry you're going through this pain."

"Thank you, Hutch. And thanks for coming."

Rusty tuned in; he'd heard the name. Hutch walked away, and Rusty took my still-warm hand. "Was that Hutch?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"What the hell was he doing here?"

I shrugged. "I assume he's paying his respects just like everyone else here."

Rusty turned back to Weston and released my hand.

We were leaving the church when I saw the wildflower arrangement: a glass vase shaped like a large fish bowl was full of cornflowers and black-eyed Susans, forget-me-nots and Texas bluebonnets. I stopped and slid my finger up the stalk of a cornflower, rubbing the petal against my cheek. A long inhale of the sweet jasmine vine, which poured out of the urn like wine, made me dizzy.

Wildflowers.

I lifted the card from the arrangement. "Condolences, Hutchinson O'Brien."

Rusty came from behind and hugged me, wiping the tears I hadn't realized were wet on my face. "I think the worst is over, baby. Let's go home," he said.

"Yes," I said. "Home."

I placed the card back in the flower arrangement, but it fluttered to the floor, where I left it with his name staring up at me.

Hutch.

We make our choices and then we live with them.

Everyone does.

COMING UP FOR AIR. Copyright © 2011 by Patti Callahan Henry. All rights reserved.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2013

    Good Book

    Im a 20 year old woman and I felt this story was excellent! It's a must read for women in general. I really enjoyed the writing style, I found it easy to read.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2012

    Yawn...

    What a disappointment! The story is boring, the characters implausible and generally unlikeable, the writing awkward and amateurish, with tiresome attempts at similes and metaphors that look as though it was part of the writing assignment to hit a quota. I often found myself re-reading the same sentence several times trying to make sense of it because of the awkward wording or phrasing. As for the "big mystery," you won't even care what it is, because the characters are so self absorbed and annoying. I hate it when I feel as if I've wasted my money on a book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2012

    Inspiring and a quick, easy read

    A great story about strength, secrets, and love set in a beautiful, southern landscape. It left me inspired to never settle. I couldn't put this down!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2012

    Fantastic,!!!

    This is one of the best books. Ellie is your ordinary forty-something woman coming to some realizations about her life after her mother's death. I am from Alabama, graduated from Auburn University and only someone from Alabama could describe with such detail especially The War Eagle Supper Club. How refreshing! Every woman should read this book especially if you are forty something or just at a crossroad in your life.

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  • Posted January 27, 2012

    Southern Fiction @ It's Best!

    With a mysterious flare, Patti C. Henry weaves a tail about a woman discovering a secret past that shocked her regarding her recently deceased mother. It is a time of discovery and realization from the present & the past. This story brought real issues alive in facing a parent's death.
    I could relate to the content and characters of this excellent book. Having read all of Patti Henry's books, I believe that each one is better than the last! Look forward to her next tale.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2013

    Great Book

    I really enjoyed this book. Once I started reading it, I could not put it down. I could relate to the time period of Lily's journal. It only took me a weekend, and I highly recommend it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2013

    This is my first book by Patti--it was very good and held my int

    This is my first book by Patti--it was very good and held my interest. Sometimes those first loves stay with you forever as it did with Elli.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2013

    Finally a great read for a forthy something woman. A story abou

    Finally a great read for a forthy something woman. A story about love, secrets and sacrifices. It was inspiraing. As I read the pages I felt it was talking about my feelings. Enjoyed reading it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2012

    Coming up for air - dont!

    Just boring! It is only 209 pages and it seemed like it wont end! It is the same old story about an unhappy marriage. U know who the secret lover is as soon as he enters the story. Dint waste ur money.

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  • Posted June 28, 2012

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    Patti Callahan Henry is a new author to me but that won’t

    Patti Callahan Henry is a new author to me but that won’t last for long because she’s already become a trusted friend. Her novel is a poignant and fragile story of love loss, love gained and what the brokenness of a heart does to a person’s perspective on life, whether they learn from that loss, wallow in it or close their heart to it. It’s one woman’s search for something she didn’t know she was looking for. It was a glimpse of the present and the future by looking to the past. Her narrative is a smooth placid lake with intermittent eddies and crashing waves that brought the sights, smells and scenes straight from her pages onto a view screen in my mind. Her dialogue is the poetry of the south and it resonated in me with every ya’ll and hey she said. Her characters though, those are the stars of her tale, her Ellie and Hutch demanded attention and I breathlessly waited to see what would happen, plus the mystery that was Ellie’s mother hooked me. It is a love story and yet it’s more, it’s a story of life and how the choices made effect it.
    If you love the work of Karen White or Dorothea Benton Frank give this author a try and I believe like me you’ll come back for more.
    Little did Ellie Calvin know that her mother’s death would be a catalyst to her finding secrets hid deep. That when her old love Hutch O’Brien contacts her for help with her mother’s part in his exhibit on Atlanta’s Women of the Year in the 60’s she’d learn that the woman she knew her mother to be was once someone very different. That when she opened the Pandora’s box that is her mother’s journal she would find between the pages a spirited and righteous woman who put herself smack dab in the middle of the civil rights movement in Alabama, she’d find a woman who had a secret love, one who wasn’t her father. And this was a mystery because Ellie has followed in her mother’s footsteps with her own methodical life, she used the doubt her mother planted about Hutch’s inappropriateness as a husband to turn in another direction. She didn’t know that working with Hutch would open up ancient wounds that never really closed. She didn’t know that digging around in her mother’s past would somehow dictate her future. But she’s about to discover not only who her mother was, but who she, Ellie, is as well. Ellie will have to make some decisions about what she wants from now on and some of those decisions will have irrevocable effects on those closest to her. She’ll wonder if trying her wings is worth the fall it may bring.

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