Finding Casey: A Novel

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Glory Vigil, newly married and unexpectedly pregnant at forty-one, is nesting in the home she and her husband Joseph have just moved to in Santa Fe, a house that-unknown to them-is rumored to have a resident ghost.Their adopted daughter Juniper is home from college for Thanksgiving and in love for the very first time, quickly learning how a relationship changes everything.But Juniper has a tiny arrow lodged in her heart, a leftover shard from the day eight years earlier when her sister Casey disappeared-in a time...

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Glory Vigil, newly married and unexpectedly pregnant at forty-one, is nesting in the home she and her husband Joseph have just moved to in Santa Fe, a house that-unknown to them-is rumored to have a resident ghost.Their adopted daughter Juniper is home from college for Thanksgiving and in love for the very first time, quickly learning how a relationship changes everything.But Juniper has a tiny arrow lodged in her heart, a leftover shard from the day eight years earlier when her sister Casey disappeared-in a time before she'd ever met Glory and Joseph.When a fieldwork course takes Juniper to a pueblo only a few hours away, she finds herself right back in the past she thought she'd finally buried.

A love story, a family story, a story of searching and the bond between sisters, Finding Casey is a testament to human resilience.

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Publishers Weekly
Characters from 2010's Solomon's Oak reappear in Mapson's engaging new novel. Glory Vigil is a happily married, middle-aged mother living in Santa Fe—her adopted daughter, Juniper, is home from college for Thanksgiving, and Glory is unexpectedly expecting. Though Juniper is adjusting to her first serious relationship, she still wrestles with the loss of her sister, Casey, who disappeared years before Glory and husband Joseph took Juniper in. Elsewhere in New Mexico, Laurel Smith, fearing for the safety of her sick six-year-old daughter, Aspen, has just fled the farm where a charismatic charlatan dominates his followers with threats and religious brainwashing. As Juniper struggles with coming into her own as a young woman, and Laurel considers a life beyond the strictures of the farm, their tales intertwine in startling ways, leaving all parties irrevocably changed. Mapson paints a touching portrait of parallel lives, and while readers will likely spot the twist from a ways down the road, Juniper, Glory, and Laurel's stories are nevertheless moving. Set against the beautiful backdrop of the burnished New Mexican desert, Mapson's portrait of familial ties and personal discovery shouldn't be missed. Agent: Deborah Schneider, Gelfman Schneider. (Oct.)
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"FINDING CASEY is so many things a love letter to the American Southwest, an unstoppable read, a redemptive tale that proves the threads binding a family are unbreakable, no matter how far apart we are flung by fate. This is why Jo-Ann Mapson is one of my favorite authors—quite simply, she's an archivist of the human heart."—Jodi Picoult, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Lone Wolf and Sing You Home

"Mapson, a Southwest writer with a voice as rich and deep as a New Mexico sunset, handles grief and joy the way an expert weaver handles threads of different hues. There's a rich and complex plot . . . and writing so sharp it leaves the reader breathless with emotion . . . .And there are connections between unlikely characters, beautifully and satisfyingly imagined by Mapson, which make the heart cheer." —Huffington Post

"FINDING CASEY is a beautiful, rugged journey into the depths of the heart." —Robyn Carr, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Virgin River novels

"No one tunnels as effortlessly into the mysteries of human heart the way that Mapson does. A haunting novel about the way the past travels right along with the present, and how hope can soar when you least expect it."—Caroline Leavitt, New York Times bestselling author of Pictures of You

"The characters in Jo-Ann Mapson’s novels feel hauntingly real – even the ghosts who groan through the pipes now and then. I read FINDING CASEY in two sittings, and I barely noticed anything else in the world while spending time in this writer’s wonderfully capable hands." —Mark Childress, author of Georgia Bottoms and Crazy in Alabama

“Set against the beautiful backdrop of the burnished New Mexican desert, Mapson's portrait of familial ties and personal discovery shouldn't be missed.”—Publishers Weekly

“In this eagerly awaited sequel to SOLOMON’S OAK (2010), the magical, masterful Mapson reinforces her deserved reputation as a storyteller who captures women’s issues with distinctive honesty and daring insight.”—Booklist

"Mapson delves into the psyches of her well-developed characters with agility and grace." —Library Journal

Library Journal
Glory is newly married, newly pregnant at 41, and happy in the Santa Fe home she shares with husband Joseph and adopted daughter Juniper. But Juniper still recalls a sister named Casey who disappeared. Featuring characters from Solomon's Oak, winner of the American Library Association's 2011 RUSA Award for Women's Fiction.
Library Journal
Picking up with the characters from Solomon's Oak (winner of the 2011 RUSA Award for Women's Fiction), Mapson relocates Glory and her new husband, Joseph Vigil, to Santa Fe, where Glory learns that she's pregnant. With Joseph's attention torn between his impending responsibilities as a father and a potential full-time position with the women's shelter he assists, Glory focuses on adjusting to life without their adopted daughter, Juniper, who has left for college, and on settling into their new house, which comes complete a ghost the family fondly names Dolores. Though she is excelling in college, Juniper is struggling with unresolved issues, in particular the fate of her sister, Casey, who disappeared eight years ago, before Juniper found Glory, Joseph, and peace. Meanwhile, readers are introduced to a new character, Laurel, a fearful woman from a local commune called The Farm, who has a sick child but no identification or money and distrusts many of those who would help her. VERDICT Sequels often fall flat, but in this layered family story, which can stand on its own, Mapson delves into the psyches of her well-developed characters with agility and grace. [See Prepub Alert, 4/9/12.]—Julie Kane, Sweet Briar Coll. Lib., VA
Kirkus Reviews
Mapson follows the ever-so-uplifting characters she developed in Solomon's Oak (2010) to their new home in Sante Fe, N.M., where they face past demons as they build their future. Middle-aged newlyweds Glory and Joseph--she met him after the death of her beloved first husband in California--have moved to Joseph's hometown to be close to the disabled former policeman's large extended family. They have moved into a house that they love, although it may be haunted by a ghost they have named Dolores. Glory's adopted daughter, Juniper, precocious and no longer even the teensiest bit rebellious or angry, has begun college at 16 and, driven to excel as an anthropology major, is dismissive of superficial dorm social life. Juniper is still haunted by the childhood disappearance of her sister, Casey, a tragedy that destroyed her family and would have destroyed Juniper if Glory and Joseph had not embraced her so warmly. Now, Glory is pregnant at 41; Joseph is completing a cookbook of New Mexican/Latino recipes; and Juniper is smitten with a spoiled rich boy from the East. Meanwhile, on a commune in Española, 26 miles outside Santa Fe, a young mother named Laurel runs away from her creepy, abusive "husband," Seth, to get her critically ill child to the hospital with the help of a local Indian potter. At the hospital, a kindly social worker befriends Laurel and gradually gets her to remember her tragic past. By the time Juniper comes to Española to research native pottery with a charmingly geeky teaching assistant, the commune has been deserted. Juniper discovers the pot she is studying is not native. Revelations ensue. Readers drawn in by Mapson's warmhearted style should not overlook how rigidly she divides the line between good and evil, right and wrong.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781608197637
  • Publisher: Bloomsbury USA
  • Publication date: 10/2/2012
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 336
  • Product dimensions: 5.86 (w) x 8.28 (h) x 1.13 (d)

Meet the Author

Jo-Ann Mapson
Jo-Ann Mapson is the author of ten previous novels, including the beloved Solomon’s Oak, winner of the American Library Association’s 2011 RUS A Award for Women’s Fiction, Hank & Chloe, Blue Rodeo (also a CBS TV movie), and the Los Angeles Times bestsellers The Wilder Sisters and Bad Girl Creek. She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with her husband and their three dogs.
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A Novel
By Jo-Ann Mapson


Copyright © 2012 Jo-Ann Mapson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-60819-763-7

Chapter One


Every house has a story to tell and, over time, will make whoever lives there a character. What happens inside the walls eventually finds its way into the plaster, hardening into the marrow of time. Paint it, remodel it, or set it on fire, but no one can take away its history. At night when the house creaks, tell yourself that's "settling." When the wind blows hard, and the house shudders like an earthquake, say, "Foundations shift." It all comes down to earth and straw, and in time of drought or deluge, a dwelling will crumble. With it go a few stories.

In 1690, the space this realtor woman is calling "the master bedroom" was a field where Indians grew corn. A century later, the "great room" was a stable for horses. One night, a Spaniard drank too much mezcal, stole one of those horses, and rode it up the dirt road that is now paved and lined with art galleries. It is said that mezcal came about when a bolt of lightning struck a maguey plant, and as such is called "the nectar of the gods." It's also called aguadiente, firewater, and responsible for many a deed that seemed brave at the time and stupid the next morning.

The horse thief galloped that gelding up the steps into what is now called El Farol, the bar the New York Times now rates as one of the best in the world. The oldest bar in Santa Fe, they call it, and he demanded more drink.

They know nothing of age.

I watch this woman with the realtor by her side, going from room to room, heedless of the mouse that scurries across the kitchen floor into the cabinet where its babies wait. I pop open a cabinet, but do they notice? They see what they want to see, a room to fill with material treasures, loved ones, and ample food. They don't see a nursery for the baby that will surprise them, or expect the grief that arrives over time, or sometimes in a single moment. They smell piñon fires in the kiva fireplace, not the burning of the bird's nest in its flue. Underneath the foundation sherds of bone china tell the story of my life, and so many others, but will likely remain untouched.

Just look at her face. She's imagining new glass in the windows will make everything clear, and that homemade curtains will shut out the unpleasant. A silk pillow for her head, new dishes on a shelf, touches that change things just enough to make it hers. Already she's in love, and what I know of love is this: It can fill a house, and change it into a home. A home can make people happy, for a while. But love has its betrayal and misunderstandings and eventual ends, and they're just as potent.

This house has been sold over and over again, yet never truly owned by anyone but me. People come and go, parting with massive amounts of money for their name on a paper deed. In no time they are on the move again, wanting more, or different, enough never being enough, or perhaps wanting less, having bitten off more than they can chew.

Ah, well. Who knows what might happen when they move in?

Outside, the wintry wind blusters through the cottonwood trees. Beneath the clay soil the forsythia is hard at work, because in a few months' time, its nature is to bloom a furious yellow, promising spring. The wisteria that came all the way from China hangs on to the trellis, hoping for sun and nitrogen and its roots to be tenderly attended. Last spring the hollyhocks flourished, and the albino hummingbird gorged herself on red flowers, raising twins, also white.

The truth is, there is no time here. There is only this moment, which becomes history the second it passes, and leads to the next moment, which is both a miracle and a curse, when you're a ghost.

Glory Vigil knew that she had fallen in love with the crumbling hundred-year-old Pueblo-style adobe on a tree-lined street across from the Santa Fe River the moment she laid eyes on it. The picture window was cracked. A dead peach tree stood in the courtyard like a forgotten scarecrow. What little yard that wasn't covered by snow needed attention.

When Glory lost her husband Dan after twenty years of marriage, she thought life was over for her, especially in the love department. She was too busy paying the bills to think about the future. Yet here she was now, married to Joseph Vigil, mother to their adopted daughter, Juniper, and moved from her native California to New Mexico. After three months at Joseph's parents' farm, not to mention ten pounds courtesy of Mama Vigil's meals, they needed their own place. The moment Jenny the realtor turned the key into the clavos-studded mesquite door of 103 Colibri Road, she began to use words like charming and quaint and near-historical. Code, Glory knew, for a major fixer-upper. Yet the viga ceilings and arched doorways leading from room to room called to her.

"Who used to live here?" she asked the realtor, whose family had lived in Santa Fe for twelve generations.

"It's been a rental for years. The current owners live in L.A. They're no longer interested in being landlords."

Glory ran her hand across a plaster wall and watched flakes rain down.

"Wiggle room on the asking price," Jenny said, "unless you think it's too much. I have two other houses to show you."

Glory thought of Joseph's bad back. Her husband was a proud Spanish-Indian man and liked repairing things, even though he couldn't really manage alone. "I'd like to see the rest of it."

The first closet she opened was painted a coral pink and turned into a library. Wooden shelves were just wide enough for some old Donald Hamilton paperbacks, their lurid covers chipped and coming loose from the binding. Cowboys and outlaws and Cold War spies—a way of life long gone and never as romantic as portrayed, but people kept reading them. The first bedroom was on the small side, big enough for a twin bed, though a little stuffy. Jenny cranked open the window and a faint, flowery scent Glory couldn't name drifted in.

It was a soggy November day, with temperatures in the thirties, but the thick adobe walls kept the interior at a comfortable seventy degrees. In the second bedroom, not as large as the first, Glory felt a chill and pulled her scarf up her neck.

"North facing," Jenny the realtor explained, pointing out the kiva fireplace, assuring her that winter nights would be cozy with a fire burning.

"My daughter might like this."

"Or it would make a good office."

The hall bathroom was big enough for a claw-foot tub, but the bathroom attached to the master bedroom was tiny, with a narrow shower stall. The chipped sink was rust stained and the faucet was dripping. How much time did a person spend in a bathroom, really? Glory pictured the king-sized bed facing the old window, leaving plenty of room for a dresser, reading chair, and dog beds. The kitchen was so old it reminded Glory of the pink metal toy stove she and her sister Halle had played with as children. "This might be a deal breaker," Glory said. "My husband loves to cook, and he makes quite a mess while he does it. I don't think this kitchen is big enough for all his copper pots."

Jenny the realtor smiled. "Knock out this non-load-bearing wall and you can fit state-of-the-art appliances in here." Behind her, the cupboard door popped open, seemingly all on its own.

"What caused that?" Glory asked.

Jenny laughed and pushed it closed. "Any house this old has a ghost or two," she joked. When Glory turned the kitchen faucet on and then off, the plumbing let out a creaky groan. Jenny said, "Probably just a matter of replacing a washer." She opened the French door that led outside onto the portal, Spanish for patio. "I saved the best for last. What do you think?"

Glory thought she had stepped back in time to an era when water was raised from a well by a bucket. Above her, wisteria vines wove so thickly through the vigas that they made a roof. Here and there a dried blue or purple plume remained, giving off a faint scent of rain-drenched violets, even in winter. She recognized the smell from the first bedroom's window and imagined the place in summer, when everything was in bloom. The portal's supporting posts were hand-carved in a spiral design. Corbels blended seamlessly into the lattice roof. Against the wall of the house was an authentic outdoor Spanish kitchen, with open shelves for storing cooking pots and hooks from which to hang spoons, ladles, and whisks. There was a wood-fired stove with iron doors that looked hand-forged. Next to the stove was a sink chiseled out of a single piece of granite that probably weighed a thousand pounds. Its rough edges had rounded with use over time.

Glory imagined an old woman standing there, adding well water to masa, patting out tortillas in short order. But the part of the kitchen Joseph would fall in love with was the beehive oven. The exterior had been covered with mosaic tiles of gold, blue, and red, making it look Moorish. Since they'd married, Joseph had begun writing a cookbook, re-creating his madre's recipes so that Glory and Juniper could learn authentic New Mexican cuisine. He would fall in love with this oven just the way she'd fallen in love with the house. Glory happily shivered in the cold. "You were right, Jenny," she said. "This is the one."

Jenny smiled. Since she represented both buyer and seller, she would make a killer commission on 103 Colibri Road, and thank goodness, because whether anyone else noticed or not, realtors could see that the bottom was beginning to fall out of the market. Already houses she might have sold in a weekend were sitting on the market for six to eight months.

"By law I'm required to point out that the roof will need replacing within the next five years. The master-bath toilet runs, and wasting water in Santa Fe is practically a felony. The fridge and the two-burner stove aren't Energy Star rated. They'll run you a thousand or so each to replace."

All her life Glory had worried about money. When she lived in California, she'd sold eggs to the cooperative market, baked cakes to sell, and catered weddings; she'd even worked at Target for minimum wage and maximum sore feet. When she and Joseph decided to marry, she'd leased her California ranch, Solomon's Oak, to Gary Smith, one of her former foster sons, on a lease-to-buy option. Though she'd formally adopted Juniper, Glory had no children to inherit the property, and Juniper had no plans to farm. It needed a family. When Gary converted the lease to a sale, it gave her the money to put down on the Santa Fe house, so it would belong to both Joseph and her equally, and that was important to her. And she had fallen as madly in love with 103 Colibri Road as she had with her new husband. But longtime habits are hard to break, so her tendency to justify big purchases kicked in.

The house was a short walk from the historic Plaza, which hosted free concerts, Spanish and Indian Market, and museums she never grew tired of visiting.

There was room enough for Juniper, who was starting college, to come home on weekends, and there was a guest room for her mother to visit.

The run-down state of the house made it affordable. Well, almost affordable. She'd have to get a job, but she liked working.

"Is that a garage?" Glory said, pointing to yet another crumbling structure at the end of the garden.

"Por supuesto," Jenny said—of course—"but as is common with Santa Fe homes it's actually a carport. There's also a casita, a guest house. Follow me."

They made their way through the snowy yard on no discernable path. Skeletons of hollyhocks rattled their seedpods in the wind. Yellow-headed rabbit brush and sage lay dormant under snow, waiting for the sun to bring them back to life. She'd have to employ one of her father-in-law's goats to mow down the weeds, but beneath the icy crust, she just knew there was a garden waiting. She pictured rows of vegetables. Window boxes cascading with flowers she was still learning the names of. There was room for a few chickens. She could put in three dog kennels, and someday resume rescuing and rehabilitating death-row dogs as she had in California. Halfway across the yard they brushed snow away from a shapeless mass that turned out to be a fountain, clogged with leaves and muck. Now that Glory no longer lived near an ocean, any running water would be a comfort, plus it would attract birds. She particularly loved New Mexico's array of hummingbirds, and planned to hang several feeders.

"Let me call my husband," Glory said, taking her cell phone out of her handbag. "Then we can go back to your office to write up the offer."

Jenny Montoya smiled and reached into her shoulder tote. "No need. I brought the contract with me."

That very afternoon, Jenny the realtor, who was one of Joseph's cousins' wives' in-laws, presented the offer to the out-of-town sellers by fax and within an hour they accepted the offer without a single concession. There were Vigils in mortgage, lending, banking, and home inspection, and they closed escrow in nine short days. Jenny had done everything correctly, signed and filed and faxed and notarized, performed her "duty to disclose" by listing the defects in the house. Call it splitting hairs if you like, but she had mentioned the ghost.

Just not any details about the ghost.


Excerpted from FINDING CASEY by Jo-Ann Mapson Copyright © 2012 by Jo-Ann Mapson. Excerpted by permission of BLOOMSBURY PRESS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted October 1, 2013

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    Great Story!

    After reading Solomon's Oak by the same author, I was happy to find this continuation of the story. I really recommend you read Solomon's Oak first and then Finding Casey. Finding Casey is another great story by Jo-Ann Mapson and brings the story full circle. I love this authors enter twining of her story's characters. Very well written and hard to put down.

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  • Posted December 18, 2012

    A sequel to an earlier novel. Jo-Ann is just a wonderful writer.

    A sequel to an earlier novel. Jo-Ann is just a wonderful writer.This is definately a 5 Stars as are most of her books. The ending will tug your heart.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2014

    excellent book!

    You won't be sorry if u purchase this book. It kept me going till the end and this is the first time i have read this authors book and will purchase more she has written!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2014

    really good

    This book came together nicely, even though I guessed the end before. It was both sad and uplifting. Gave me a nice feeling for people who take in teens and make them part of their family.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2013

    good read...

    enjoyed this sequel to Solomon's Oak

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  • Posted February 16, 2013

    Great story great authhor

    Great story great authhor

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2012


    This was a wonderful book. Though I was pretty sure how it would end by about half way through, I still enjoyed reading it. Highly recommended!

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