Hearts on a String

( 6 )

Overview

Bestselling author Kris Radish delves deeply into the emotions of five very different women who are thrown together by chance—only to discover that they have more in common than they ever could have imagined.
 
Holly Blandeen has always cherished the story her grandmother told her about the thread that connects all women, tying them forever in sisterhood. It’s a beautiful idea, but with all the curveballs life has thrown her way, Holly has...

See more details below
Paperback
$13.35
BN.com price
(Save 11%)$15.00 List Price

Pick Up In Store

Reserve and pick up in 60 minutes at your local store

Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (45) from $1.99   
  • New (10) from $2.45   
  • Used (35) from $1.99   
Hearts on a String

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$11.99
BN.com price

Overview

Bestselling author Kris Radish delves deeply into the emotions of five very different women who are thrown together by chance—only to discover that they have more in common than they ever could have imagined.
 
Holly Blandeen has always cherished the story her grandmother told her about the thread that connects all women, tying them forever in sisterhood. It’s a beautiful idea, but with all the curveballs life has thrown her way, Holly has often felt isolated, different from other women. That starts to change when she meets four strangers in an airport and they agree to share a luxury hotel suite because a powerful spring storm is barreling across the country, stranding travelers from California to Florida. What begins as a spur-of-the-moment decision becomes an unlikely, unexpected, and sometimes reluctant exercise in female bonding, as these five exceptional women—each at a crossroads—swap stories, share secrets, and seek answers to the questions they’ve been asking about life, love, and the path to true happiness. A storm may have grounded them for the moment, but after this wild adventure in which anything can and does happen, they’ll never have to fly solo again. 
 

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In Radish's unsatisfying latest (after Searching for Paradise in Parker, PA), five women meet, bond, and overcome personal troubles. The women meet in a Tampa, Fla., airport bathroom as a giant storm shuts down the airport. The women decide to make the best of the delay and wait it out in a luxury hotel suite. In the process, they collide with a convention of parapsychics, a sex offender on the loose, and serious personal struggles. Still, the power of sisterhood wins out in the end and the strangers become bosom buddies. Radish's writing is convoluted (“This soft and fast-moving moment is as uncomfortable to her as almost anything hard she has ever done”), and the far-fetched plot is bogged down with hokey twists—dark secrets, undercover agents, and mystical powers. Only Radish's die-hard fans might manage to engage. (June)
From the Publisher
“Kris Radish creates characters that seek and then celebrate the discovery of . . . women’s innate power.”—Denver Post
Library Journal
Radish's latest ensemble tale (after The Shortest Distance Between Two Women) finds five very different women stuck together in a Florida hotel room after a terrible storm shuts down the entire area. Overtly sexy Cathy, stressed-out Nan, Vegas lounge singer Patti, stay-at-home-mom Margo, and shy hairdresser Holly have nothing in common but decide to bunk together anyway. Over the next few days, as the storm rages outside, so do tempers inside as the women drop their façades and get to know one another. VERDICT Radish deftly juggles the different personalities and throws in some wacky side story lines to boot. [Ebook ISBN 978-0-553-90778-0.]
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553384758
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/25/2010
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 479,614
  • Product dimensions: 5.18 (w) x 8.04 (h) x 0.74 (d)

Meet the Author

Kris Radish

Kris Radish, author of six novels, now lives in the San Francisco Bay area, where she is at work on her new novel, which Bantam will publish in 2010.

Biography

Nationally syndicated columnist Kris Radish has taken a somewhat winding road to her current status as bestselling feminist novelist, although a strong love of fiction has been in her blood since childhood. "I fell in love with words when I was a little girl (and yes I was short once) and discovered the joy of reading and hanging out with Nancy Drew," she explains on her web site. "By the beginning of eighth grade I had read every book in St. Joseph's Grade School library and knew I was going to be a writer."

Radish did not start out writing the kinds of tales she loved as a girl. She began in the more practical realm of journalism, which lead her to write her first book. Run, Bambi, Run is the true story of Laurie Bombenek, an ex-cop/ex-Playboy bunny who was sentenced to life in prison for murder. Bombenek's fascinating story—which included a daring prison break and her subsequent recapture—was adapted into an equally riveting and critically acclaimed true-crime book by Radish.

Now with her first taste of the publishing world, Radish began work on her second book. The Birth Order Effect was quite different from her debut and miles away from the fiction she would eventually pen. Instead, it is a serious but lively discussion of birth-order and how it affects human psychology and development. Ultimately, The Birth Order Effect would take ten years to see publication, putting Radish's publishing career on hold for that length of time. By the time it finally hit bookstore shelves in 2002, Radish had shifted gears again and would never suffer such a hiatus again. The same year that The Birth Order Effect saw publication, Radish published her breakthrough work of fiction The Elegant Gathering of White Snows, the mysterious, hypnotic story of eight Wisconsin women who embark upon a pilgrimage. As they travel, each woman's story is revealed and the bonds between them strengthen. The Elegant Gathering of White Snows established Radish as an important new voice in feminist fiction and there would be no turning back from there.

Dancing Naked at the Edge of Dawn, the story of a wife and mother who sets upon her own journey toward self-actualization after finding her husband in bed with another woman, followed. Next up was Annie Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral, another road novel in the vein of The Elegant Gathering of White Snows. By this point, Radish had gathered quite a following of devoted readers, all of her novels having found their ways onto bestseller lists throughout the United States. The Sunday List of Dreams, her next effort, was no different. It is a funny, moving, sometimes ribald tale of a woman who reconnects with her estranged daughter, who now runs a successful sex shop in New York City.

After the somewhat tentative journey toward her current success, Radish promises that she has many more stories to tell. "I write full-time because I never, not once, let go of the dream I had to do this," she says. "To put all my manic words into sentences and then string the sentences into paragraphs so that they could become chapters and then a book."

Good To Know

Even though Radish is enjoying tremendous success as a novelist, she still writes "two nationally syndicated columns each week—for DBR Media, Inc. and a regionally syndicated column in southeastern Wisconsin for Community Newspapers," as she explains on her web site.

Along with her many literary and journalistic accomplishments, Radish is an accomplished motorcycle rider.

While getting her career in journalism started, Radish worked a huge number of odd jobs. By her own account, she worked as a "professional Girl Scout, waitress, bartender, journalist, bureau chief, columnist, window washer, factory worker, bowling alley attendant and once, honest, I crawled on my belly through a Utah mountain field to harvest night crawlers."

Some fun and fascinating outtakes from our interview with Radish:

"I've skied with Robert Redford, been shot at while flying over Bosnia, almost drowned in a flash flood in the middle of a desert, worked undercover, interviewed murderers, and covered a national disaster that buried a town."

"Once I really did crawl through a mountain field to pick night crawlers for extra money…actually it was more than once."

"When I was a working journalist someone was stalking me for a very long period of time. It was terrifying. To end it, I worked with the local police and I still have tape recordings of this person's voice."

"I answer all my own emails—which often takes hours but I do this because I have such a fabulous group of readers and if they honor me with a note—with their own stories—with something from their heart…well, I have to answer them. I just have to."

"Here are some of the things I love to do: Yoga and biking and I have recently rediscovered my passion for golf—honest—watch for the Kris Radish Open. I swim, and following a severe back injury am living with a ruptured L-5 but am kicking it in the rear end by working out at least five days a week and have recently—well, over the past five months—lost almost 20 pounds."

"I love to hike and often get some great inspiration when I am out hiking with my notebook. I adore the sounds of the outdoors and would live outside if I could—sleep with the window open year round."

"Three years ago I got my motorcycle license and after two years on a put-put bought a new Yamaha. Hope to put some more miles on it in between deadlines and books and kids and hitting the golf ball and…"

"Laughter is the key to everything. I love to laugh and drink wine and walk in the rain and I find kindness and intelligence two of the most attractive traits on earth."

"I need a glass of wine now—maybe two."

"Read Radish and live your list of dreams—just go for it, baby."

Read More Show Less
    1. Hometown:
      Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
    1. Date of Birth:
      September 18, 1953
    2. Place of Birth:
      Milwaukee, Wisconsin
    1. Education:
      B.A., University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, 1975
    2. Website:

Read an Excerpt

Hearts on a String

A Novel
By Kris Radish

Bantam

Copyright © 2010 Kris Radish
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780553384758

Chapter One


The Airport

Early Sunday Afternoon


he soft rumble of the toilet sucks away the people, places, events, and details of her life as Nan’s iPhone slips from her pocket. It splashes into the white porcelain toilet in Airside A at Tampa International Airport and turns Nan Telvid into a woman possessed. “Son-of-a-bitch!” Nan screams as she bends at the waist, drives her hand into the toilet bowl, and tries to rescue her lifeline. Then, “Shit!” she yells as she begins kicking the pedestal of the toilet.

The four other women in the restroom freeze as if someone has just slapped them. Then they turn to face Nan’s stall. Two are at the sinks, hands dripping. One has just walked out of the stall next to Nan’s. The fourth woman clutches her lipstick as if it is a weapon. She takes a timid step forward.

Whatever is going on in stall number three sounds serious. It’s early afternoon on the first Sunday in April and every single one of these five women would rather be anywhere but in the bathroom across from the Jose Cuervo Tequileria in yet another airport. The busy terminal is a madhouse of men, women, and children coming to the beach, leaving the beach, heading back to reality after another interminable business trip, or just leaving for one. And all the women in this bathroom at this particular moment could suddenly turn vicious from the stress of simply standing still amidst the swirling masses. The now ancient joys of airplane travel, minus airport bars, have all but vanished for them.

The profane woman in the center stall obviously needs help and the brassy blonde with the lipstick in her hand makes the first move.

“Nan, what in the world is going on in there?”

The blonde clicks her lipstick shut, throws it into a purse large enough to hold a small child, and pushes her bony hip into the side of the metal door. “Nan?”

“I dropped my damn phone into the toilet and it’s wedged down there,” comes the snarl on the other side of the door. “I bet Steve Jobs never bothered to measure the width of a public toilet drain when he designed this wonderful phone,” Nan seethes.

“Open the door,” the blonde commands.

The women can hear Nan step backward, unclick the door, and then, before the blonde can move, one of the women at the sink shouts, “Nobody flush!”

The other two women move without thinking to block the other stalls in case someone new comes into the bathroom.

“I dated a commercial plumber once,” the woman at the sink shares. “He told me the suction from these public toilets could rip off my underwear if more than a few of them were flushed at the same time. My name’s Patti, by the way.”

Patti has a voice that demands attention. It’s a throaty, sexy rumble that would make even a dying man want to take off his clothes. Nan decides right away that Patti’s either a singer or has been working as a test smoker for a tobacco company most of her life. She looks like she’s pushed past sixty but she’s one of those older women who clearly gets more attractive daily. Patti the plumbing expert has on a two-piece blue suit that looks hand-stitched; whoever dyes her hair is a goddess because the specks of gray blend perfectly with her light brunette tones; her bracelets, necklace, and rings are lovely strands of gold; and there’s a funky bold scarf around her neck that says, “I’m hip but don’t push your luck, honey.”

“I’m Cathy,” the blonde says. “Do you by chance have any plumbing tools in your purse?”

“No, sweetie,” Patti answers, without blinking an eyelash. “The plumber took his tools with him when he left. And let me tell you, he didn’t need a very big bag when he packed.”

One of the women guarding two other stalls starts to laugh, just as a newcomer pushes into the restroom, sees Nan, Cathy, and Patti standing in one stall and two other women with their backs pressed flat against two of the other five stall doors, as if they are about to be frisked. The newcomer freezes. “Is this a kind of restroom theatrical play or something?” the woman at the door asks. “Can I pee in here?”

“We’re having a bit of a crisis,” the woman who’d laughed tells her. “It’s probably best if you go down the hall. There’s a bathroom right across from Sam Snead’s Grill & Tavern. They’re having a pre-boarding happy hour that I highly recommend.”

“Well, aren’t you a fun group,” the woman at the door snips as she turns away. “You five look like a bunch of fruitcakes.”

Everyone laughs but Nan. Patti peels off her jacket, hands it to Cathy, and orders someone to figure out how to block the door before another cranky woman with a full bladder tries to pop in.

“I’ll do it,” the laughing woman tells Patti. “I’m Margo.”

“That leaves me.” The fifth woman speaks so softly it’s almost impossible to hear her. “I’m Holly.”

“Nice hair,” Margo says, looking at Holly’s wispy spikes and lovely frosted tips. The curves of Holly’s hair seem to dance perfectly whenever she moves her head.

“I did it myself. I’m a hairstylist.”

“Okay, girls,” Patti announces. “Enough about the hair already. Let’s think about this. I’m a bit older than most of you but even I’m addicted to my damn cell phone, especially when I travel. Not so much when I’m not on the road, but unfortunately I travel a lot. I do have to tell you that for three cents I’d throw my phone in there. Phones are nothing but a waste of time, unless, of course, you really need one.”

Margo asks if anyone has gum or anything sticky in their purse. She yanks a piece of paper out of a notebook, scrawls Closed for Repairs on it. When Holly hands her a stick of gum, she chews it for a second, sticks it on the back of the note, and thumps it on the outside door. Margo is about as big as a large toothpick but somehow she pushes a big garbage can against the door so no one else can open it.

Holly with the perfect hair looks as if she’s spotted a dead relative. She’s trying very hard to decide what to do. She turns nervously to look at herself in the mirror and wonders how these women, all obviously older and more capable, see her. What she sees is a sort of slightly overweight woman under the age of thirty with really great hair who wouldn’t know how to fix a toilet, keep intruders out of a bathroom, or organize a bunch of unknown frequent flyers to do any or all of the above if someone held a gun to her head.

“Geez,” she mutters under her breath, not loud enough for any of the others to hear her. She’s thinking that from the looks of things each of these women has more of a life than she does. Styling hair in Aberdeen, Ohio, is probably not on any Top Ten List of career experiences. Holly darts her eyes from one woman to the next and assumes she is not just outclassed but already in over her head and she’s not even near the toilet bowl.

“Hey,” Patti says, turning to look at Holly. “Can you hold the stall door open while Margo there guards the garbage can?”

Holly obediently pushes her weight against the door. Patti is now standing in front of the toilet, hands on hips, looking exactly as if she’d pee like a man if she had the proper equipment. Nan is to her right, hands dripping toilet water and red in the face from panic and anger. Cathy straddles the bowl. Holly can now see why the poor woman who’d simply wanted to go to the bathroom looked so terrified.

“You two know each other?” Patti asks, looking from Cathy to Nan.

“Kind of,” Cathy answers. “I’ve actually met Nan’s husband through work. I was just throwing down some wine at the bar across the hall and there was Nan, sitting right next to me.”

“We just started talking—you know, about what a small world it is and stuff like that,” Nan adds impatiently. “What about my phone?”

“So you don’t know if Nan here regularly drops her phones into the toilet?” Patti cannot help herself. She breaks out into a huge smile.

“That’s a stupid question.” Nan is now clearly even more irritated.

Margo momentarily moves away from her trash can–guarding duties. She tells Nan it’s not really a stupid question because she herself happens to have three teenagers and she washes their iPods and phones and other electronic devices all the time.

Patti looks at her and ignores the part about her washing her electronics.

“Three teenagers? Are you serious? I hope you were at the bar too.”

Margo informs Patti she was down the hall at Snead’s, throwing back gin and tonics. It wasn’t so much because of the teenagers, she shares, as it is the six days she just spent visiting her parents in their trailer park community, her father’s inability not to fall down every two hours, and the fact that even though Margo’s pushing forty her mother showed her how to vacuum and put dishes properly into the dishwasher every damn day she was visiting. Not to mention the number of times she was almost killed by bald men driving golf carts.

“Am I the only one who wasn’t at a bar?” Holly asks bravely in her whisper-thin voice.

“I was on my way there when I made this unfortunate pit stop,” Patti confesses. “Let’s get back to the phone here, sugar. If we do get it out of the toilet, it probably won’t work, unless you have a freezer or an oven handy. One of those is supposed to fix a wet phone, but I can never remember which. I just throw my cell away when this happens to me.”

Margo then announces that she has figured out you can wash a variety of cell phones and iPods four times before they quit working, because she’s done that with numerous devices. She says she’s afraid to tell Apple, for fear they’ll make the iPod less waterproof.

“Grab us some paper towels,” Patti orders Margo, ignoring the phone-washing update. “Girls, I think we should try and get that damn thing out of there for Nan. I’ve read where some phones survive even in the ocean. Is there good stuff on that phone, Nan?”

Nan opens her eyes as wide as saucers. She raises up her hands, spreads her fingers. She looks half-crazy.

“I’m in banking,” she tells the other women. “Investments. I have clients all over the country. Do not ask me if I backed everything up yesterday or the day before, when I was in so many meetings I wanted to puke. It’s not life-or-death down there,” she says, moving her head in the direction of the submerged phone, “but if there’s a chance we can save it, I’m going back in. And besides, I hate to give up, you know?”

Holly wonders if she should say something. After Nan the banker’s words, the other women have all grown quiet—probably thinking about their lost investments during the past few years, through the fall and rise and fall and finally the rise yet again of the economy. Leaning against the stall door, Holly feels like a money virgin. The economic mess didn’t affect her too much because she’s never had anything to affect. When the economy hit bottom, her clients would have sold their husband’s last pair of shoes so they could still come in for their cuts and colors. And Holly’s one-bedroom condo could probably fit inside of Nan’s car. Leftover money in the bank or for buying stocks and bonds? Aberdeen is not exactly the high-tipping capital of the world.

What she really wants to say is, “It’s a phone, for pity’s sake! Yank it out, flush it down, let me have a go at it with one of my hairbrushes, or call a plumber—but it’s just a phone.”

But she’s silent. Patti appears to be the one who’s in charge of phone wrangling and Holly’s a little afraid of this stranger with her gravelly voice and bossy manner. Holly would never have the courage, she knew, to drink alone at an airport bar. Tomorrow she’d be right back in flipping Ohio chopping hair and begging a client to try a new hairstyle after having the same bangs for twenty-five years. Why in the hell couldn’t she break out of her own airport routine and go to a bar alone?

Patti finally breaks the spell by saying, “Girls, should we flush Banker Nan?”

“Let’s take a vote,” Margo pipes up, clearly feeling the effects of her trip to the happy hour bar.

Cathy, still straddling the toilet, doesn’t move.

Nan sucks in her breath. She is about to let all four of them have it when Patti leans toward her, jabs her shoulder, and tells her she’s just kidding. Investment jokes are already passé, she assures Nan, what with those Obama kids now loping toward adolescence, the rebirth of the stock market, and people realizing it’s just as much fun to read or go to a state park as it is to buy one more damn telephone or fly to Paris.

Despite Patti’s pseudo apology, Nan snaps. She suddenly pushes Patti aside and plunges her hands into the toilet again, trying not to think about who may have been in this particular stall just before her. Water splashes onto her arms, drips down the side of the toilet, and creeps toward her expensive leather high heels. She gags and backs up.

Patti starts laughing.

“It’s clean water, really,” Patti snorts. “The inside of your mouth is probably dirtier, honey.”

Margo starts to laugh too and so, to her own surprise, does Holly. Cathy decides to side with Nan and says she gives her barmate credit for at least trying. “Give her a break, people,” Cathy barks. “I think the shoes cost more than the phone.”

Patti has on lovely well-built but trendy open-toe shoes, Margo is wearing dark green cork-soled sandals even though she knows her feet will freeze when she gets off the plane in frozen Wisconsin. Holly has on her traveling Nikes.

Patti has an idea, but now she wants to see what the big shot with the fancy shoes and the skinny-ass and very fit blonde who looks like a hip version of a woman she once met in Hollywood (who turned out to be a classy hooker) can contribute to this phone retrieval ceremony.

“What did you say you did again?” Patti asks Cathy.

“I didn’t say. But I work for Wendy’s.”

“Wendy’s? The fast-food Wendy’s?” Holly asks, thinking Cathy absolutely does not look like a Wendy’s kind of gal.

“I’m upper-level management. Development and special events.”

“I’ll bet you are,” Patti mutters as she puts her hands on her hips.

“What the hell does that mean?” Cathy is clearly offended.

Margo’s thinking. She still has more than an hour before her flight boards. That could mean at least two more gin and tonics, and instead here she is, in a women’s restroom with a bunch of strangers, arguing about how to help some brassy chick get her phone out of a toilet.

“This looks like a scene from a sitcom, for heaven’s sake,” Margo says, loud enough to get their attention. “Everyone but Holly seems to be just the other side of tense. Looks to me like we are all just trying to help. Does anyone have an idea about getting the phone out of that toilet so we can get back to our lives and I can go back to the bar before I have to get on the damn airplane?”

Nan suggests they take a few minutes, just for the hell of it, to see if there’s anything, like maybe a hanger, in one of their carry-on bags that she can use to leverage the phone out of its watery nesting spot.

Continues...

Excerpted from Hearts on a String by Kris Radish Copyright © 2010 by Kris Radish. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

Read More Show Less

Reading Group Guide

1. Would you be brave enough to have a conversation with a woman you didn't know in an airport restroom?

2. Have you ever met someone, at a coffee shop, work, or a social event and immediately felt at home or as if you had an instant, friend-like connection?

3. This book was released right around the time the Icelandic volcano erupted and stranded travelers all over the world.  Although something similar happens in this book, can you imagine what your response might be if you were stranded?

4. All of the women in this novel, in spite of their misgivings, decided to take a chance and room with strangers.  Can you see yourself taking such a risk?

5. Besides their carry-on luggage, each of the women in this story has some personal excess baggage. Do you think this is true of most women?  How about yourself?

6. Kris Radish loves to deal with the possible in her novels.  In Hearts on a String the notion of psychics is part of the story.  What are your feelings about people who may have special gifts?

7. Until the storm in the book begins to rage, the women all seem reluctant to open up and trust.  Often, in real life, it takes something unexpected—a moment, an event, another person—for someone to move forward and release what they’ve been holding back.  Do you agree with this?

8. Celebrating life and living—not simply existing—is an important message in this book as well as in other Radish novels. How could you join the party and celebrate your own life in ways that you are not currently celebrating?

9. Change always involves risk. Do you think as women grow older that they are better able to handle the consequences of what might happen (or not happen) when they decide to change? If not, why?

10. Would you be brave enough to form a chapter of the Estrogen Defense League in your own town?  If so what would your meetings be like?

11. Do you believe, as Kris Radish does, that all women are connected?  If so, in what ways?

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 3.5
( 6 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(1)

4 Star

(2)

3 Star

(1)

2 Star

(2)

1 Star

(0)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing all of 6 Customer Reviews
  • Posted June 13, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    Could have been so much more

    What happens when five women who are strangers meet in an airport bathroom, and after being stranded by a surprise storm, decide to get a suite together in a five-star hotel?

    Well it could have been a fun story, full of women finding out how much they have in common, laughing at each others stories, reveling in their womanhood, motherhood and sisterhood.

    Instead the majority of the story wound up being a bunch of nagging and nit-picking women constantly griping at one another, rolling their eyes, bemoaning their decisions to ever share a room with one another.

    Patti was probably the most likable of the characters for me initially, although later on Holly became quite likable as well, and over time you begin to see the appeal of each woman. After all, we are all beautiful in all of our flawed glory! The characters were developed quite fully, so that I could begin to identify with them. We've all known these women in our lives. Most of us would see a little of ourselves in each of them.

    It was probably the middle of this story that I enjoyed the most. My problem in the beginning was the constant nit-picking and griping by all of the women. About halfway through the story, the plot just took a pretty preposterous turn. At that point, soon after losing my annoyance with the characters for their intolerance of one another (and soon after enjoying the turn in the characters attitudes), I became instead annoyed with the author for throwing so many different storylines into the story that it became the "Perfect Storm" of preposterousness.

    I had great hopes for this story, but in the end it was just "eh".

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted March 22, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    Hearts on a String: A Novel by Kris Radish

    As much as I wanted to love this book, it did not happen. The simple thread of the story was often lost behind too many characters and too much story.

    For my full review check out my blog here: http://kimmyblair.wordpress.com/2010/03/21/hearts-on-a-string-a-novel-by-kris-radish/

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted May 10, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    fascinating

    The extreme weather conditions running across much of the country shuts down the Tampa International Airport. Five women waiting for flights meet and agree to share a luxury suite at a nearby hotel on the beach. Tense Nan arranges the stay. Joining her are Vegas lounge act Patti, house-mom of three teens Margo, reticent Buckeye hair stylist Holly and sex oozing Cathy.

    Each shares their personal tale of triumphs and much more defeats. However, the encounter rejuvenates each of the females; as they make more than just make due of a bad situation; instead being grounded has helped them become grounded.

    Each one of the fearsome fab five females has a distinct personality that in turn makes their sisterhood bonding that much stronger. However, instead of only focusing on the quintet's personal life sagas; subplots also involve psychics and secret agents that detract from the group. Still fans of Kris Radish will enjoy being grounded by weather in Tampa with the Hearts on a String quintet.

    Harriet Klausner

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted December 14, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    I Also Recommend:

    Engaging

    A group of women meet for the very first time in an airport bathroom in Florida. They seem to come together while helping one of the women retrieve her cell phone that has fallen into the toilet. Just as soon as the phone is saved an announcement shocks them all. The airport is closing due to a freak storm. No flights are going anywhere. Their choices are few, camp out in the airport with hundreds/thousands of other people for God knows how long or share a luxury hotel suite. They choose the hotel suite of course, and that is when this spur of the moment decision takes them on a very unexpected trip that could change their lives.

    Dollycas¿s Thoughts
    This was not my favorite Kris Radish book but after a slow start I really did enjoy it. This random group of women thrown together under strange circumstances and trying to cope with their huge differences was interesting, funny, sad and at times pretty unbelievable but I just went with it. Each woman was exceptional in their own way, handling some kind of stressful circumstances in each of their own lives and by sharing their stories it helped them to develop a weird type of bond. The psychic convention and another back story were a little over the top and I am not sure if these elements were even necessary to a book that may have been stronger without them. I didn¿t like this one as much as I did The Elegant Gathering of White Snows, but it¿s a engaging story of unlikely friendships.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted May 19, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    I absolutely LOVED this book!!

    I can not praise this book enough!! I had problems reading it at night because I couldn't help but laugh and wake my husband up. If you want a really good read that will have you laughing, sitting on the edge of your seat wondering what will happen next and at times crying then this is it.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

Sort by: Showing all of 6 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)