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Acclaimed for her insightful depiction of the magic and mystery in everyday life and relationships, Luanne Rice is one of today's most gifted novelists. Now the author of eight consecutive New York Times bestsellers delivers her most powerful book yet—the story of a man and woman forced to choose between the past that haunts them and the love that won't let them go.

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Acclaimed for her insightful depiction of the magic and mystery in everyday life and relationships, Luanne Rice is one of today's most gifted novelists. Now the author of eight consecutive New York Times bestsellers delivers her most powerful book yet—the story of a man and woman forced to choose between the past that haunts them and the love that won't let them go.

Jane Porter left the apple orchards of rural Twin Rivers, Rhode Island, years ago, fleeing memories that could tear two families apart. Now she has been unexpectedly drawn home to her mother and only sister. Dylan Chadwick has come back, too, shedding the steely exterior he wore as a federal agent in order to follow in the footsteps of his apple-farming father and forget the life he once lived. Amid this landscape of loss and renewal, a haunting story of converging lives, small-town secrets—and the magical sway of unexpected miracles—unfolds. Deeply moving and richly told, Dance with Me explores emotional connections at their very core, with keen insights into the lives of mothers and daughters, sisters and lovers that will resonate long after the final page is turned.
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Publishers Weekly
Heartbreak gives way to love and reconciliation in this poignant tale by veteran romance writer Rice (The Perfect Summer, etc.). After more than a decade as the owner of a trendy New York City bakery, Calamity Jane's, 35-year-old Jane Porter returns to her native rural Rhode Island to help her sister, Sylvie, care for their ailing mother, Margaret. Neighbor Dylan Chadwick has recently moved back to the Twin Rivers area, too, after abandoning his career as a federal law enforcement agent in New York. Both Jane and Dylan are badly scarred by life's blows: Dylan is still mourning the death of his wife and daughter in a shootout, and Jane can't forget the outcome of a doomed college romance. As Dylan embarks on the daunting task of restoring his father's beloved apple orchard, Jane takes an avid interest in Dylan's 15-year-old niece, Chloe, baking apple tarts for the orchard roadside stand where Chloe works. Sparks fly between Dylan and Jane, but the novel's plot hinges on Jane and Chloe's growing friendship. Rice relies heavily on coincidence and contrivance, concocting a tear-jerking mix of family strife, juvenile impetuosity and misunderstood motives, but her sympathetic protagonists keep readers engaged. Even secondary characters like Sylvie, a tightly wound school librarian, and Mona, Chloe's eccentric best friend, make an impression, and readers will breathe sighs of relief when the long-awaited happy ending comes for Dylan, Jane and Chloe. (Feb. 17) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Happy-go-lucky Jane Porter returns to the rural Rhode Island town she once fled and takes up with Dylan Chadwick, another lost sheep back in the fold. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
You can go home again. As Margaret Porter drifts into happy senility, Sylvie, her dutiful daughter (a school librarian), takes over her care. Jane, her wayward daughter (a baker of upscale goodies), comes back from New York to the family's rural Rhode Island home, carrying a gooey, sugary cake for her diabetic mother's birthday. Sylvie scolds and Jane feels as if she can't do anything right. And she still feels guilty over the secret that their mother has seemingly forgotten. The years are slipping by faster and faster, but Twin Rivers hasn't changed all that much-has she? Jane doesn't really know. Driving down a rural road, she spies a ruggedly attractive man working in the old orchard that belongs to the Chadwicks, the adoptive parents of Chloe, a headstrong but charming teenager, warmly and believably drawn by author Rice (The Perfect Summer, 2001), etc.). Chloe champions vegan beliefs and is generally given to eccentric behavior that distresses her straight-arrow parents. But shy Jane befriends the girl and wastes no time falling in love with Dylan Chadwick, the man she saw in the orchard. He's a retired US Marshal from New York whose estranged wife and beloved daughter died in a shooting. Chloe is close to him-and has no idea that Jane is her birth mother, or that Jane was pressured into giving her up by Margaret, who'd raised her own two daughters by herself when their good-for-nothing father skipped out. An imperfect but much deserved happy ending awaits all. Thankfully, Rice keeps it real this time and skips the contrivances-child angels, blind heroes, overwrought suspense-that plagued her recent outings. A return to what the author does best: heartfelt family drama, gracefullywritten and poignant. Agency: Jane Rotrosen Agency
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"Poignant…. Sympathetic protagonists keep readers engaged."—Publishers Weekly
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553385830
  • Publisher: Bantam Books
  • Publication date: 8/26/2008

Meet the Author

Luanne Rice
Luanne Rice is the author, most recently, of Last Kiss and Light of the Moon, among many other New York Times bestsellers. She lives in New York City and on the Connecticut shore.

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Luanne Rice is the New York Times- bestselling author who has inspired the devotion of readers everywhere with her moving novels of love and family. She has been hailed by critics for her unique gifts, which have been described as "a beautiful blend of love and humor, with a little magic thrown in."

Rice began her writing career in 1985 with her debut novel Angels All Over Town. Since then, she has gone on to pen a string of heartwarming bestsellers. Several of her books have been adapted for television, including Crazy in Love, Blue Moon, Follow the Stars Home, and Beach Girls.

Rice was born in New Britain, Connecticut, where her father sold typewriters and her mother, a writer and artist, taught English. Throughout her childhood, Rice spent winters in New Britain and summers by Long Island Sound in Old Lyme, where her mother would hold writing workshops for local children. Rice's talent emerged at a very young age, and her first short story was published in American Girl Magazinewhen she was 15.

Rice later attended Connecticut College, but dropped out when her father became very ill. At this point, she knew she wanted to be a writer. Instead of returning to college, Rice took on many odd jobs, including working as a cook and maid for an exalted Rhode Island family, as well as fishing on a scallop boat during winter storms. These life experiences not only cultivated the author's love and talent for writing, but shaped the common backdrops in her novels of family and relationships on the Eastern seaboard. A true storyteller with a unique ability to combine realism and romance, Rice continues to enthrall readers with her luminous stories of life's triumphs and challenges.

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Some interesting outtakes from our interview with Luanne:

"I take guitar lessons."

  • "I was queen of the junior prom. Voted in, according to one high school friend I saw recently, as a joke because my date and I were so shy, everyone thought it would be hilarious to see us onstage with crowns on our heads. It was 1972, and the theme of the prom was Color My World. For some reason I told my guitar teacher that story, and he said Yeah, color my world with goat's blood."

  • "I shared a room with both sisters when we were little, and I felt sorry for kids who had their own rooms."

  • "To support myself while writing in the early days, I worked as a maid and cook in one of the mansions in Newport, Rhode Island. I'd learned to love to cook in high school, by taking French cooking from Sister Denise at the convent next door to the school. The family I worked for didn't like French cooking and preferred broiled meat, well done, and frozen vegetables. They were particular about the brand—they liked the kind with the enclosed sauce packet. My grandmother Mim, who'd always lived with us, had taken the ferry from Providence to Newport every weekend during her years working at the hosiery factory, so being in that city made me feel connected to her."

  • "I lived in Paris. The apartment was in the Eighth Arrondissement. Every morning I'd take my dog for a walk to buy the International Herald Tribune and have coffee at a café around the corner. Then I'd go upstairs to the top floor, where I'd converted one of the old servant's rooms into a writing room, and write. For breaks I'd walk along the Seine and study my French lesson. Days of museums, salons du thé, and wandering the city. Living in another country gave me a different perspective on the world. I'm glad I realized there's not just one way to see things.

    While living there, I found out my mother had a brain tumor. She came to Paris to stay with me and have chemotherapy at the American Hospital. She'd never been on a plane before that trip. In spite of her illness, she loved seeing Paris. I took her to London for a week, and as a teacher of English and a lover of Dickens, that was her high point.

    After she died, I returned to France and made a pilgrimage to the Camargue, in the South. It is a mystical landscape of marsh grass, wild bulls, and white horses. It is home to one of the largest nature sanctuaries in the world, and I saw countless species of birds. The town of Stes. Maries de la Mer is inspiring beyond words. Different cultures visit the mysterious Saint Sarah, and the presence of the faithful at the edge of the sea made me feel part of something huge and eternal. And all of it inspired my novel Light of the Moon."

  • "I dedicated a book to Bruce Springsteen. It's The Secret Hour, which at first glance isn't a novel you'd connect with him—the novel is about a woman whose sister might or might not have been taken by a serial killer. I wrote it during a time when I felt under siege, and I used those deeply personal feelings for my fiction. Bruce was touring and I was attending his shows with a good friend. The music and band and Bruce and my friend made me feel somehow accompanied and lightened as I went through that time and reached into those dark places.

    During that period I also wrote two linked books—Summer's Childand Summer of Roses. They deal with the harsh reality of domestic violence and follow The Secret Hour and The Perfect Summer When I look back at those books, that time of my life, I see myself as a brave person. Instead of hiding from painful truths, I tried to explore and bring them to the light through my fiction. During that period, I met amazing women and became involved with trying to help families affected by abuse—in particular, a group near my small town in Connecticut, and Deborah Epstein's domestic violence clinic at Georgetown University Law Center. I learned that emotional abuse leaves no overt outward scars, but wounds deeply, in ways that take a long time to heal. A counselor recommended The Verbally Abusive Relationshipby Patricia Evans. It is life-changing, and I have given it to many women over the years."

  • "I became a vegetarian. I decided that, having been affected by brutality, I wanted only gentleness and peace in my life. Having experienced fear, I knew I could never willingly inflict harm or fear on another creature. All is related. A friend reminds me of a great quote in the Zen tradition: "How you do anything is how you do everything."
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      1. Date of Birth:
        September 25, 1955
      2. Place of Birth:
        New Britain, CT

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    Dance with Me

    By Luanne Rice


    Copyright © 2004 Luanne Rice
    All right reserved.

    ISBN: 0-553-80227-5

    Chapter One

    You weren't supposed to have favorite children. If there was one thing Margaret Porter knew, it was that nothing could divide a family faster than showing favoritism, even in the most minor circumstances. When the girls were small, she had always made sure to let them take turns riding up front next to her, pushing the shopping cart, picking out the breakfast cereal. So that neither of them could ever say to the other, "You're Mom's favorite."

    Now, lying in her bed and waiting for Jane to come home, she watched Sylvie folding the laundry. Her second daughter was thirty-three, unmarried, devoted, and she creased each nightshirt sharply before tucking it into a perfect square. When one tiny mistake was made, one sleeve marginally out of line, the shirt was shaken out and the entire endeavor repeated.

    Margaret would have liked some tea, but she didn't want to interrupt. By her silence, she hoped to show Sylvie how much she appreciated her. Nevertheless, she was beset by nervousness. Would Sylvie finish in time to meet her older sister's train? Margaret reclined on her pillows, finding it a bit difficult to lie still. She calmed herself by seeing the scene as a movie. In some eyes, this would be the very picture of mother-daughter contentment: dutiful child, loving parent, clear March light streaming through the big windows.

    "Goddamn it," Sylvie mumbled, shaking out the blue Irish linen nightshirt for the third time. "I can't get it right."

    "Perhaps you could hang that one," Margaret said. "Instead of folding it. Wouldn't a hanger make all the difference?"

    Sylvie gave her a look that could only be described as murderous. It truly made Margaret flinch. Not because she imagined Sylvie genuinely wanting to send her to eternal rest, but because in spite of her best intentions, Margaret had hurt her feelings.

    "Oh, honey, never mind. I didn't mean that," Margaret said.

    "It's okay, Mom."

    "You're doing such a beautiful job."

    "Thank you." Sylvie gave a lovely smile. Margaret lifted her head to see better. It was truly a smile to launch a thousand ships. Sylvie was a radiant beauty, but she kept her light hidden-both the girls did, as if they had become afraid of who would follow it to their doors.

    Their fresh-faced beauty was surpassed only by their brainpower. Sylvie had gone to Brown University, with a semester at the Sorbonne. Jane, who had made her mother proud by entering Brown two years before her sister, elected not to graduate. Eschewing academics, she had chosen ... a career in baking. In New York City.

    While Sylvie had stayed in Twin Rivers, Rhode Island. Until recently, she had been the librarian at Twin Rivers High School, where Margaret had been principal. Education was a marvelous field for a woman: It kept the mind rigorous, it offered free summers, and it provided an excellent benefits package. If one wasn't going to marry-and sometimes even if one was-one had to make sure not to overlook practical matters like health insurance.

    Neither of her girls had married, and although Jane hadn't finished college, Margaret was proud of her independence. In that way, she supposed that she had been a good role model. For although she had been married, she had, for all practical purposes, raised her daughters on her own.

    The wall clocked ticked loudly, and as the hour advanced, she could hardly contain her excitement. Usually time's passage signified things medical and mundane: time to take her medication, time for a dressing change. But right now, it meant time to meet Jane's train. She gazed across the room at Sylvie, still working on the laundry. She cleared her throat.

    "What is it, Mom?"

    "Isn't it time for you to go?" she asked, unable to hold back any longer.

    "Didn't I tell you?" Sylvie asked, not looking up as she creased a pair of striped pajama bottoms. "Jane's taking a cab."

    Margaret's mouth must have dropped open. She lurched forward, as if to launch herself out of the bed. She would drive to the station herself, if she had to.

    "What will she think?" Margaret asked. "She'll be hurt, she won't feel welcomed, she'll ..."

    Sylvie gave her a wicked smile. "Just kidding," she said. "I'm going."

    Margaret tried to smile back, but she couldn't, quite. She felt rocked inside, as if she'd gone off the tracks. It wasn't easy, being the mother to such sensitive girls. Not picking Jane up at the train-that could cause a resentment that would send her away for the next ten years.

    "Is the little rock ready?" Margaret asked.

    "The what?"

    "The wedding cake."

    "Mom," Sylvie said, finally ceasing her folding, coming to the edge of the bed. "What are you asking me?"

    Margaret smiled, feeling that awful panic. She knew the word she wanted, it was right there, on the tip of her tongue.

    "Mom?" Sylvie asked again.

    Sixty years ago, when Margaret had been the championship speller in this same small town-as Jane was to be years later and Sylvie after her-Margaret had had moments like this. She would know the word, she could see the proper spelling in her mind's eye, but the order of the letters would be momentarily elusive. But if she just focused, held on, it always came to her.

    "Is the ..." Margaret began again. Something was supposed to be ready. She knew that, and all she had to do was remember what it was. So she could complete her question without Sylvie noticing that she was drifting. She told herself she didn't want to worry her daughter, but deep down it was something worse: she didn't want her daughter to put her into the same home where Margaret had put her mother.

    "Is Jane's bedroom ready?" Sylvie asked, helping her out, and Margaret could have grabbed her hand and moaned with relief. Instead, she restrained herself, as if nothing major had just happened. Perhaps Sylvie hadn't even noticed.

    "Yes. Is it? I'm sure it is. You're so good, Sylvie. You always take such good care of the house, and me, and-"

    "It's ready," Sylvie said calmly, straightening a book on the shelf, lining it up perfectly with the one next to it.

    "Sweetheart," Margaret said, taking her hand. She caressed the small hand, thinking of what a porcelain doll Sylvie had been. She had made heads turn at school, at the beach. And she was still, at thirty-three, a beauty of the first order. Not that Jane wasn't also lovely, but just-not so classically pretty. Just a bit different.

    "Individuals," Margaret said out loud. "You're both so special in your own ways."

    "Don't get out of bed while I'm gone, okay?" Sylvie asked. "I don't want you to fall."

    "Both so pretty, and smart, and talented. I can hardly believe your sister is coming home. To have both my girls under the same roof again."

    "Not for very long," Sylvie said impassively, her eyes blank and inscrutable. "Don't get your hopes up, Mom. You know she's very busy."

    Margaret smiled. The girls had been so close as children. She had been so happy to have Jane, and then she'd been thrilled when Sylvie had turned out to be a girl and not a boy-to give Jane a sister. There had been some difficult years ... but now that the girls were older, and the family was going to be together again, everyone would have the chance to get to know each other-in a new way.

    "This is just marvelous," Margaret said. "I feel like Marmee, in Little Women."

    "Marmee had four daughters, not two."

    "Two are plenty! My girls have more life in them than any four I can think of. Who needs four when I have you and Sylvie?"

    "I'm Sylvie, Mom," she said dangerously.

    Margaret's stomach thudded. "I know. I said Jane."

    "No, you said Sylvie. But never mind. I know what you meant."

    "Are you sure? Because I meant to say-"

    "I know. You meant to say her name. Bye, Mom. Be home soon. Don't get out of bed."

    "I won't. Oh, you take such good care of me!" Margaret said, beaming. She smiled as wide as she could, and made sure to show the light in her eyes. Sylvie had to know how much she was loved and appreciated. No daughter could ever be so generous with her affection and her time. She had sacrificed a lot, taking this leave of absence to stay home with her mother. Margaret had to make sure to show her thanks to Sylvie now-before Jane arrived.

    No one could ever accuse Margaret of playing favorites. She had made other mistakes in her life, but not that one. Inside, she thought human nature to be very unfair. Because of course, no matter how hard a person strained against it, one always had a favorite. Presented with two of anything, one couldn't help judging, weighing, determining which-however slightly, however secretly-was dearer to one's heart.

    Life's challenge had always been to keep it hidden.

    The train was late. Of course.

    And not just a little late, but a full forty minutes overdue. Apparently, there was track work in Kingston, and the train wouldn't arrive in Twin Rivers till three-thirty. Sylvie didn't really mind. It gave her a chance to be alone. She got so little time to herself these days. But she couldn't wait to see her sister, and in some ways it did seem symbolic: If anyone could cause an entire railroad to run late, it would be Jane.

    She double-checked-with the trackside tote board and with the stationmaster. Sylvie was known for her punctuality; she was never late. So, with forty minutes to spare, she drove the station wagon out of the parking lot, onto Route 1.

    Development had really changed the Twin Rivers landscape. Set between the two rivers, just a few miles from Narragansett Bay, the town had fallen upon hard times fifty years ago, when the old textile mills closed. But then a huge machine works had opened in Crofton, across the river, and support businesses had begun to spill over into Twin Rivers.

    All those old farms, with red barns and apple trees and black-and-white cows, were giving way to more Burger Hamlets, Bedding Heavens, and Now-Marts. Views of the Williams River and the canal were increasingly being blocked by new houses and condos and assisted-living facilities.

    But the existing orchards were still beautiful. Soon the trees would be in full bloom. Spring in the valley was a sight to behold, and Sylvie was glad Jane would be home to see it. Maybe it would make her want to stay.

    Sylvie went past the two malls, the old one in Crofton and the brand-new, more upscale mall in Twin Rivers-Jane hadn't been to that one yet, and Sylvie wondered what she'd make of the fact that Langtry's had come to the region. She drove past Audubon Elementary and Middle School, where she and Jane had both gone.

    They had gone to Twin Rivers High School, where Sylvie was still-in spite of the leave she had taken-school librarian. She knew her mother sometimes wondered whether life might have been different if they'd shipped Jane off to Sacred Heart, where the nuns could have straightened her out. But the trouble had occurred after high school.

    All things happen for a reason, Sylvie had to believe-even when they made no sense. She knew there had to be order in the world, a method to the universe. She liked to think that good acts brought about happy fortune, and bad acts brought about suffering. The problem was that some people's bad acts brought about good people's suffering.

    That was why Sylvie always did the right thing. It was probably what made her a good librarian: She enjoyed order. In the madness of this world, and with all the available texts and documents and information, Sylvie could be counted on to find what was needed, and to put it back when it was done. She liked to help others.

    She drove past the high school now. There was the library: six big windows, second floor, just above the front entrance. She could almost smell the books, the library paste. She could nearly feel the quiet, all the energy emitting from all those students as they studied and did their homework. Sighing, she started to drive away. But first, she had to check.

    John Dufour's car was there, parked in the assistant principal's spot. He had gotten a new Subaru-it had four-wheel drive. Sylvie knew that aside from Scrabble, he enjoyed skiing and kayaking. She supposed that he would be taking his new car into the wilderness. She hoped that he would be safe. There had been several sightings of black bears this year, near the reservoir north of Providence.

    Checking her watch, she saw that it was time to return to the train station. It would take her exactly seven minutes: eight, if she hit the long light at the Steamboat Mall. As she got closer, her stomach flipped. She hadn't let herself think about this much. Sometimes she had thought it would never happen again-that Jane lived in New York now, that she had traded her small-town roots for the big city.

    With everything Jane felt about this town, Sylvie could understand her not wanting to come back. In some ways, it was best for everyone that she stay away. But right now their mother was in trouble, and she needed both her girls to help out and decide what should happen next. Sylvie was exhausted, trying to do it alone.

    In four and a half minutes, the train would arrive. Sylvie shivered, with anticipation and a weird sort of fear. She could hardly believe this was happening. She hadn't dared to imagine Jane actually coming-she hadn't slept at all last night, expecting the phone to ring, Jane ready with a last-minute excuse for canceling. Not that Sylvie wouldn't, in all sorts of ways, have understood.

    But the phone hadn't rung; Jane hadn't canceled. Her big sister was coming home.

    And Sylvie wondered how long it would take her to leave again.

    The train line ran along the shore from New York to Providence, and all the way to Boston. It passed through cities and villages, fields and marshes. When the eastbound train passed between the river and the bay range, its whistle could be heard all through the Twin Rivers valley.

    Dylan Chadwick, working in his Crofton orchard, heard it. Whenever he heard a train, he imagined Amanda and Isabel aboard it. He imagined them getting away, traveling to beautiful, hidden destinations, seeing the world while waiting for him to find them. He remembered that last day, all three of them in the car, speeding through midtown Manhattan toward Penn Station.

    They had almost made it. He would have flashed his badge, seen them aboard, watched the train pull out. They would have called him from the Longwood Hotel, when they'd reached Wilmington, Delaware. But they never made it out of New York. They never made it past West Thirty-third Street.


    Excerpted from Dance with Me by Luanne Rice Copyright © 2004 by Luanne Rice. Excerpted by permission.
    All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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    • Anonymous

      Posted March 18, 2004

      Truly one of the best books I've read in a while...

      One of the best parts of this book was the way the author developed each of the characters. The relationship(s) between Jan and Chloe, Chloe and Mona, Jane and Dylan, etc. were all extremely real and heartwarming. I loved everything about it and would highly recommend it to others.

      1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted March 15, 2014


      Did u ask ur friends

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    • Anonymous

      Posted March 15, 2014


      "I really....Really.....Do not fe like being here right now."

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    • Anonymous

      Posted March 15, 2014


      Psh. Yea. Mabe tomorrow. Todays Saturday. So of course ppl r out. N plus its spring. So its getting they're definitley out. Sunday. More ppl are usually on. Especially night time.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted April 23, 2011

      I loved it!!!!!

      its my new favorite. it is romatic, sad, and a nice ending.i could not put it down. a stayed up all night reading it!

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    • Anonymous

      Posted April 19, 2005

      Family, Love, Understanding, Sharing

      This is my first Luann Rice book to read -- and definitely not my last! Ms. Rice really draws the reader into the story, sharing the sadness or joy of the circumstance.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted February 6, 2005

      Adoption professional reviews book

      The book, Dance With Me, has the potential to be a significant read for both birth and adoptive parents. Luanne understands the emotions both sides experience, and could be a valuable resource in the field of adoption. As an adoption professional who works with both adoptive parents and birth parents, I am especially sensitive to the way words affect these vulnerable people. The term, ¿real parent(s)¿, referring to a birth parent, is extremely offensive to adoptive parents. They see themselves as the REAL parents, as they are raising the child. (If birth parents are real, would the adoptive parents be the artificial parents?) The accepted term would be ¿birth parent(s)¿, for those mothers and fathers who gave birth to the child. The other area that struck me as hurtful was when she spoke of ¿giving away a child.¿ That expression implies the need to rid oneself of something one no longer needs. (like a worn out piece of clothing or an old car). It is much kinder to use the expressions, ¿make an adoption plan¿ or ¿to place a child for adoption.¿ In the book, the family chose to ¿grow their family through adoption.¿ Most adoptees struggle enough with feeling that they were discarded. They worry that they were ugly or that they did something wrong to cause their mothers and fathers to ¿give them away.¿ I am always looking for resources for my adoptive parents to read, books with which they can identify. I believe that Luanne has true sensitivity towards what birthparents and adoptive parents are feeling. If she can update your language, I know many social workers would highly recommend the reading of Dance With Me. I know that I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 19, 2004

      Return to a past... and a hometown...

      Author Luanne Rice is known for her writings of life and relationships. In Dance With Me, main character Jane Porter returns to her hometown of Twin Rivers, Rhode Island, to be with her sister and ill mother. Jane has been away from RI for years, escaping her past, living in New York City's Greenwich Village and founding a successful bakery business. Her motives to return aren't just for her mother and sister, but also to search out a teenager named Chloe, whom she gave up to adoption at the time of the baby's birth. Not a day has gone by that she hasn't thought of her daughter. She meets Chloe under secret circumstances, hiding the fact that she is her birth mother. Jane unexpectedly finds love with Chloe's uncle... but when she reveals that she is Chloe's birth mother, the news is not welcomed but vehemently rejected. After assisting her sister in settling mother in a much needed constant-care nursing home, Jane reluctantly returns to New York to reopen her bakery to escape the pain of Chloe's and the uncle's rejection. Does forgiveness come out of love lost, to be regained? Rice's book has a realistic premise, but soft on character development and depth of the plot lost in the repetitiveness of 'will she love me?', 'will she accept me?' 'will he understand?' If you are a reader who enjoys a no nonsense, light romantic read, then Dance With Me is for you.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted July 28, 2004


      I loved this book. I would love to see the author write a follow up to this story and find out more about Chloe's real father. I had tears in my eyes more then once when reading this. I pictured Chloe looking like katie in Elizabeth Berg's three books.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted December 14, 2003

      deep contemporary family drama

      In Twin Rivers, Rhode Island, former high school Principal Margaret Porter slides in and out of senility. Her youngest daughter Sylvie takes a leave of absence from her job as the local high school librarian to care for her mom. Margaret¿s oldest daughter Jane, a successful New York baker, comes home to help, but brings with her a very sweet cake that her mom the diabetic should not eat. Though her mother seems to have forgotten the secret they shared, Jane feels guilt over the hush-hush that drove her out of town. Jane meets and befriends young Chloe, the child she gave up at birth under pressure from her own mother. The Chadwick brood adopted Chloe and love her as if she was biologically one of their own. Soon Jane and Dylan Chadwick, a former US Marshal whose wife and child died in a shootout, fall in love. However, she has the Chloe secret and he still feels guilt over what happened to his previous family making anything permanent seem impossible. <P>Fans of contemporary romantic family dramas with deep relationships will appreciate the latest Luanne Rice entry. The story line is solid due to a realistic cast struggling with interrelating with one another. The two siblings and the Chadwick crew seem so genuine while Margaret¿s condition comes across so real and adds depth as to what is best for an aging parent and for their caretaker. Though the reconciliation ending seems to easily done even if Chloe ¿named¿ herself, fans will enjoy this delightful <P>Harriet Klausner

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