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Aberdeen County is home to a dark secret, buried by generations of Dr. Robert Morgan's family. Truly and Serena Jane Plaice have nothing to do with it, and less still to do with ... each other: Serena Jane is willowy and feminine, while Truly is a giant of a girl whose birth killed their mother. As the older sister matures, she is embraced by the best of society; the younger is an outcast, forced to live at the edges of poverty when their bitter, heartbroken father finally dies. Yet when the youngest Dr. Morgan develops a dangerous obsession both of these very different women, it is Truly who will make the choices that shape their future and the unmask the sins of the community's past. Read more Show Less

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Overview

When Truly Plaice's mother was pregnant, the town of Aberdeen joined together in betting how recordbreakingly huge the baby boy would ultimately be. The girl who proved to be Truly paid the price of her enormity; her father blamed her for her mother's death in childbirth, and was totally ill equipped to raise either this giant child or her polar opposite sister Serena Jane, the epitome of femine perfection. When he, too, relinquished his increasingly tenuous grip on life, Truly and Serena Jane are separated—Serena Jane to live a life of privilege as the future May Queen and Truly to live on the outskirts of town on the farm of the town sadsack, the subject of constant abuse and humiliation at the hands of her peers.

Serena Jane's beauty proves to be her greatest blessing and her biggest curse, for it makes her the obsession of classmate Bob Bob Morgan, the youngest in a line of Robert Morgans who have been doctors in Aberdeen for generations. Though they have long been the pillars of the community, the earliest Robert Morgan married the town witch, Tabitha Dyerson, and the location of her fabled shadow book—containing mysterious secrets for healing and darker powers—has been the subject of town gossip ever since. Bob Bob Morgan, one of Truly's biggest tormentors, does the unthinkable to claim the prize of Serena Jane, and changes the destiny of all Aberdeen from there on.

When Serena Jane flees town and a loveless marriage to Bob Bob, it is Truly who must become the woman of a house that she did not choose and mother to her eight-year-old nephew Bobbie. Truly's brother-in-law is relentless and brutal; he criticizes her physique and the limitations ofher health as a result, and degrades her more than any one human could bear. It is only when Truly finds her calling—the ability to heal illness with herbs and naturopathic techniques—hidden within the folds of Robert Morgan's family quilt, that she begins to regain control over her life and herself. Unearthed family secrets, however, will lead to the kind of betrayal that eventually break the Morgan family apart forever, but Truly's reckoning with her own demons allows for both an uprooting of Aberdeen County, and the possibility of love in unexpected places.

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VOYA - Lori Guenthner
Truly heard the stories about the witch, Tabitha, and her shadow book as a child. Little did she know that she would one day grow up and live in the same house as Tabitha and her descendants, and unearth Tabitha's secrets. Truly sticks out for various reasons, but the most obvious is her size. She is heavier and taller than most men. In fact, she wears men's clothing. She was diagnosed, but not treated for, a pituitary gland problem as a child. Her father did not trust doctors after his wife died giving birth. After their father died several years later, Truly and her older sister, Serena Jane, lived apart. The beautiful Serena Jane was pampered, while Truly lived a harder life on the Dyerson farm. When Serena Jane left her husband, it was Truly who moved into the home to care for Robert "Bob Bob" Morgan and his young son, Bobbie. Truly struggles to find herself and her happiness, and a balance between the traditional and non-traditional, while living in that house. Herbal remedies are an important part of the story, much like Christina Meldrum's Madapple (Alfred A. Knopf, 2008/VOYA June 2008). Social issues such as homosexuality, euthanasia, traumatic war experiences, and date rape are also discussed. Anyone who feels like an outsider will relate to Truly's story. Towards the end, she is given a means of attaining justice and must decide if her choices are ethical. Because of her size and lot in life, she always wonders if she will find love. As it turns out, love finds her. Reviewer: Lori Guenthner
Ron Charles
Baker knows how to spin an alluring plot, and she tells this emotional story in a lush voice that's spiked with just a taste of self-pity. She has a good sense of the dark comedy of melodrama, too, even if Truly's words of wisdom are sometimes a little too—forgive me—heavy-handed: "My body," Truly tells us, "sponged up the world's pain like bread in the bottom of a gravy tray." Yes, that's bad, but it's deliciously bad, like a large bag of gothic potato chips, and once you start, you just can't stop.
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly

Carrington MacDuffie brings Baker's sprawling debut title to life with a thorough attention to detail and excellent ability to convey the rustic local color of rural upstate New York without falling into stock caricatures. Protagonist Truly Plaice-whose size and stature isolate her from daily social life in the provincial community-never loses her grit and determination in spite of all the heartache she endures. MacDuffie's talent shines in her portrayal of Truly's childhood friend Amelia Dyerson, whose mute interactions with the outside world belie her scrappy survival skills and emotional depth. MacDuffie also brings skill and insight to the male figures, particularly Truly's menacing brother-in-law, Doctor "Bob-Bob" Morgan. The transitions make for a sometimes challenging listening experience, but MacDuffie does justice to the ambitious project. A Grand Central hardcover (Reviews, Sept. 8). (Feb.)

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Library Journal

Baker's quickly paced first novel follows the painfully gloomy journey of plus-sized protagonist Truly, whose life is filled with tragedy, difficulties, and sorrow as well as-eventually-joy and victory. The characters are well developed, quirky, and somewhat interesting, though the story is a little predictable. Carrington MacDuffie (Suddenly) engagingly voices Truly, whose observations on her life and the lives of those around her allow listeners to understand her thought processes. Purchase upon request. [Audio clip available through www.blackstoneaudio.com; the Grand Central hc received a starred review, LJ10/15/08.-Ed.]
—Carol Stern

From the Publisher
Grabs you from its astonishing beginning to its riveting conclusion. Its charms are multitude— a wholly unique love story, a devastating friendship, a bewitching multi-generational history... A must-read. —Sara Gruen, author of WATER FOR ELEPHANTS

"Mixes the exuberant eccentricities of John Irving, Anne Tyler's relationship savvy and Margaret Atwood." (PW, Starred Review)

A beautiful, startling and wholly original novel, LGOAC is infused with magic, lush language, and surprises on every page. This book is a treasure. —Stephanie Kallos, author of BROKEN FOR YOU

A bracing, bright, masterful debut, Tiffany Baker is a writer to watch. —Joshilyn Jackson, author of THE GIRL WHO STOPPED SWIMMING

"This fun, folkloric story is part Ugly Duckling, part Tim Burton's Big Fish.... For anyone looking to vanquish the cruelties of the real world, this one's for you." (Marie Claire)

"A little pearl of a book... like buried treasure." (The Dallas Morning News)

"Baker's writing is beautiful. Her descriptive style crafts Truly's emotions into sentences that are hidden treasures." (The Las Vegas Review-Journal)

"An alluring plot... lush voice... Baker has a good sense of the dark comedy of melodrama." (Washington Post)

"One splendid book... Pick of the week." (Boston Sunday Globe)

"First-time novelist Tiffany Baker uses the omniscient first-person narrator with ease. Although written in the past tense, the straightforward timeline construction manages to deliver for its characters a fairy-tale quality of coming, going and being all at once. Truly's wisdom and self-possession are the charm." (The San Francisco Chronicle) "Tiffany Baker poured her whole heart into this weird and wonderful first novel— and the result resembles its heroine: ungainly but magical; grotesque but true." (Chicago Sun-Times)

"But the brilliant part of this book is the colorful world of Aberdeen that Baker constructs; she weaves together a multitude of little bits to fashion one genuinely entertaining story." (Wisconsin State Journal)

"Truly Plaice is a heroine for our times. She is also a mercy killer, a healer, a loyal and loving friend, aunt and sister and the star of an enchanting first novel." (USA Today)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446194204
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 1/8/2009
  • Pages: 341
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Tiffany Baker is the author of The Gilly Salt Sisters and The Little Giant of Aberdeen County, which was a New York Times and San Francisco Chronicle bestseller. She holds an MFA (creative writing) and a PhD (Victorian Literature) from UC Irvine, and lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and three children.

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The Little Giant of Aberdeen County


By Baker, Tiffany

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2009 Baker, Tiffany
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780446194204

Part One

Prologue

The day I laid Robert Morgan to rest was remarkable for two reasons. First, even though it was August, the sky overhead was as rough and cold as a January lake; and second, it was the day I started to shrink.

I remember standing by the open grave, the muddy earth clotted like wet dung, waiting for Robert Morgan’s body to be lowered into the hole. The other, scattered mourners had begun to take chill and leave, but I wasn’t cold. There were layers and layers of me folded together like an accordion. So many that I would be warm in a blizzard. I could stand naked at the North Pole and be just fine.

I watched the coffin drop slowly into the ground, the supporting velvet ropes sliding under its belly like devious snakes. Before his death, the doctor had chosen a mahogany casket trimmed with brass and lined with a somber maroon satin. He brought a picture of it home to show me, and I examined it with suspicion. It looked phony somehow, like something you would find at Disneyland or a waxworks museum. All of it was too perfect. Now, however, as it settled with a lonely thump at what seemed like the bottom of the world, I saw that it would rot as soon as anything else down there, brass scrolls or no. I pictured Robert Morgan laid out in the elaborate box, his hair slicked down over his scalp like an otter’s, his spindly fingers gnarled together in a knot over his heart, awaiting judgment.

I had chosen the doctor’s favorite black suit for his burial, had brushed the cloth carefully before delivering it to the undertaker’s with a striped tie curled in one of the pockets, socks and underwear stuffed in another. I didn’t know why a dead man needed underpants, but there you had it. If Robert Morgan had been giving the directives, he would have insisted on aftershave, a belt, and cuff links, but since he wasn’t calling the shots anymore, I left these items home. Now that the doctor was shut up in his box and I would never see him again, I wondered what the undertaker had done to close the cuffs on his shirt. Did he keep a spare pair for such an occasion? Had he used wire or thread? The plastic twist ties from a garbage bag?

I threw a fistful of earth onto the coffin and held my breath for the accompanying thud. I thought of all the patients Robert Morgan had buried and wondered if any of them were down there, waiting to meet him. If so, were they a polite ensemble with decorously folded hands or a nasty throng, eager to anoint him with the press of rotten flesh? I thought of all the other Dr. Robert Morgans scattered around the cemetery—four of them in total—and imagined one subsuming the other like those cannibalistic Russian nesting dolls, the parts of them mixed together into a Frankenstein monster of local history.

I shifted my bulk, kicking more dirt and pebbles down on the casket. Along the sides of the grave, the exposed roots of weeds and trees dangled their anemic arms, as if pleading for clemency. I was reminded of Robert Morgan’s dying patients who would come to the house and beg the doctor to do something—anything—to end their pain. They used metaphors of burning, of hot steel, or of blades carving a mysterious alphabet into their bones, rewriting the familiar language of the senses until they were desperate and confused. That’s how Dr. Morgan saw them, at least. “Pay them no mind, Truly,” he’d say, shaking his head as a son would lead a mother down the sagging porch steps or a hunched woman would teeter down them on her last strength, her fiery hands wrung in despair. “They are no longer themselves.”

But I thought differently. Robert Morgan might have rolled the naked flesh of his patients under his palms, probed their organs with his skeleton fingers, but he never paid a whit of attention to their souls. If one ever did emerge, slit free of the body by an incandescent blade of pain, Robert Morgan simply would have had no reference point for it. He prescribed morphine, suggested supplements, provided balms and creams, but he had no answer for the naked yearning to get it all over and done with. In his mind, the body was a self-regulating clock. It would wind down on its own volition and in its own time, and the soul would just have to accept it.

Of course, toward the end of his own life, the doctor had really not been himself at all. Swaddled in the famous Morgan family quilt in his bedroom, he’d howled, and thrashed, and finally just whimpered, his whole body coated in a fine sheen of sweat that lent him a radiance I didn’t think he deserved. I brought him chicken broth on a tray and ice cubes to suck, cold compresses for his head. And when Robert Morgan grew delirious, crying out for his estranged wife and the son who’d left him, I took the doctor’s own advice to heart and paid him no mind. “Robert Morgan, you’re not yourself,” I’d say, gently dabbing the new crevasses in his lips with petroleum jelly.

Now all that was over, shut up forever in Robert Morgan’s brass-studded box. For the first time in a hundred and fifty years, Aberdeen was left with neither a Robert Morgan in it nor a doctor, but rather than feeling as raw as the open grave in front of me, I was surprised to find myself completely numb. I thought about returning to the house I’d lived in with Robert Morgan for the past decade, a dinner of roast beef and green beans covered and waiting for me on the stove, a table setting for one laid out in the kitchen, television later. But for the first time in my life, I wasn’t hungry.

I didn’t normally leave the doctor’s white-gabled house unless I could help it. My childhood companion, Amelia Dyerson, came to clean the doctor’s premises once a week, bringing groceries, and in the spring, summer, and early fall, Marcus Thompson, another childhood friend, clipped the garden to kingdom come. These visits—Marcus slurping lemonade on the back porch, a sodden bandanna slung around his neck; Amelia muttering over her feather duster—constituted enough society for me. There had also been Robert Morgan’s patients, of course, but they weren’t always in the mood to chat. They entered a different part of the house, anyway, and departed with their heads bowed, locked into themselves, chastened by the disobedience of their own bodies.

If anyone ever asked, I could have told them all about that feeling. How it felt, for instance, to watch as my limbs stretched and spread of their own volition, as if I were some sort of mutating lizard. What it was like to sit on the Morgan family furniture and hear it creak and complain, threatening to split for good if I eased back any farther. How, when I stepped on the scale in Robert Morgan’s examining room, the weights never wanted to balance but slid all the way to the ends of their metal strips, as if giving up in the monumental task of measuring me.

“Any bigger and you could get work in a sideshow, Truly,” Robert Morgan chuckled during the last exam he gave me, and noted my weight on one of the endless charts he kept. Somewhere in his filing cabinet, a growing library of papers told a thousand and one versions of the strange story of my body. The doctor exhaled on his stethoscope to warm it, then slipped the metal disk in between the complicated folds of my breasts. “You’re like the fat lady who died in the circus, and who was so big, she could only be moved by the hippo cart.” I sighed. I knew the story. He told it to me every time he examined me—as a kind of parable, I suppose, a fable about the laughable indignities of excess.

He moved the metal circle to the other side of my chest and arched his eyebrows. “It’s true. I promise you that. One hundred percent. Good thing you’re not in the circus, eh, Truly? By the way, how’s the heart? Any pangs or pains you want to share?” I shook my head and said nothing about the melancholic roots that were spreading through my body like willow reeds. Robert Morgan didn’t need to know anything about those, I thought, especially since he’d caused most of them.

Some people in this world are born bigger than life, and some grow to be that way, but I know it’s not a matter you can pick and choose. If it were, then I would opt to be doll-sized. Maybe even a dwarf. Then I’d have to be carried everywhere I went, ceremonially, in a sedan chair borne on the oiled shoulders of nubile young men. I would pick out a seat of gold with scrollwork of its own, maybe even a dragon or two, and hire children with clashing cymbals to accompany me, singing out my name. My life would be like a parade. As it happens, however, my feet are bigger than most men’s, along with my hands, my hips, my neck, and the vast expanse of my shoulders and back. And the only parade I’ve ever attended is the defunct May Day festival, where the mayor used to drive a gaggle of the town’s prettiest girls down Main Street in his convertible. Every year, it was the same. Dick Crane, senile in the end but still able to perform this one civic task, beeped the horn of his classic Caddy, and the girls all screamed and waved, hysterical with their own beauty.

Even before I gained all the weight, my body pressing outward like a balloon getting ready to take flight, I was always huge. Solid as granite, my father used to say, and twice as thick. Not like your sister, that’s for sure. Serena Jane takes after your mama. A real living doll. Which was, after all, the whole reason Robert Morgan wanted my sister in the first place, even if he had to stalk her and steal her away like the wolf in a fairy tale. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if it had been the other way around—if Serena Jane had been the one pursuing Robert Morgan. Most likely he would have turned tail and run, his long, lupine teeth chattering in fear. Robert Morgan never liked a thing in his life unless he got to take the first bite out of it, and he never let a thing go, either, until it was chewed all the way down to skin and bone. Even his narrow, prowling walk told you he was a man of limitless appetite—hungry all the time and yet never filled all the way up. Not like Serena Jane, who was about as dense as spun sugar, who picked and pushed at her food and grew so light that she eventually flew away, and certainly not like me, who always ate what was given to me but who, anyone could see, always ended up paying double for it.



After the burial, I veered from the main path of the cemetery, headed deeper into the graveyard to pay my respects to other souls. If I’d turned around and looked, I would have noticed that the trail of my footsteps through the grass was growing lighter and less emphatic, but I just trudged with my nose pointing to the bulging wilderness of my abdomen, my chins tucked up tight against my neck, my thoughts lost in the familiar ocean of my own labored breathing. The other mourners gathered themselves, shaking the sound of dirt thudding on the doctor’s coffin from their ears, drifting back toward town and the wake.

The jagged iron gates of the cemetery glittered in the distance, the black spikes sticking up into the darkening afternoon like a row of rotten teeth. They reminded me how Robert Morgan’s breath had stunk right before he died, as if his body were cleaning house, sweeping out all its rank corners and dubious crannies before it gave up its ghost once and for all.

A bitter gust of wind skidded up behind me and lashed at the backs of my legs. I was wearing a black rayon dress I’d sewn myself—a sacklike, drooping shroud of a garment that did little to disguise my bumps and bulges—and no stockings because there just weren’t any that would fit. On my feet, I had the black workman’s boots I wore from October to April, and over everything I’d draped a moth-eaten greatcoat from the doctor’s attic, which still only barely gripped the plinths of my shoulders.

At the burial, I’d stood with Amelia. I knew that people were whispering and nudging one another, darting significant looks when I heaved myself right up to the grave’s edge, panting like a dying elephant. At least we don’t need to worry about her falling in, Vi Vickers had muttered to Sal Dunfry.

Sal had giggled behind her imported calfskin glove. She’d get stuck halfway down. I blushed, but Amelia, who’d cleaned the doctor’s office for the past ten years and probably had enough dirt on him to bury him herself, pointed out that I was an angel to have put up with Robert Morgan for so long and that no one, least of all decent people with good sense, should be mocking me. Sal shut up then but cast another dubious glance at my lank hair and fleshy limbs and concluded that Amelia Dyerson was blind as well as dumb. She gave a backward glance over her shoulder as she left the graveyard, watching as I lumbered away from her. Truly’s no angel, I heard Sal snicker to Vi, rearranging the buttery folds of her cashmere scarf closer against the unusual weather. Why, for one thing, she’d take up half of heaven, and for another, she’s too big to get off the ground.

An irate crow flapped out of the nearby trees, squawking its displeasure, leaving its bare branch vibrating in the unseasonable cold. The noise made me look around at the world, the ground cosseted with a freak blanket of frost, the headstones stark as ancient relics. I peered up at the sky, the light dwindling to an echo of azure, and watched the crow flap its way to the horizon. And at that moment, the hard stone I’d been carrying around in my chest—the one that weighed as much as all of Aberdeen’s tombstones piled together, the one that kept me pinned inside Robert Morgan’s house, even on days when the town roses made the air into a honeyed liqueur—that stone began to melt, sending oily tears slicking down my cheeks. I wiped them away, ashamed to be blubbering over something as silly as a crow bobbing in a great big sky, but relieved, nonetheless, to be standing under something huge enough to contain me. You see, for the first time in longer than I could remember, I’d found something larger than me.

Chapter One

Technically speaking, I guess you could say I killed Robert Morgan, but I did it only because he insisted on it, and because death had clearly already gotten its mealy hands on him, and because I knew the very act of asking must have made him madder than hell.

“Look at me,” he’d cackle from the foul nest of covers on his bed, “and then take a look at you. It just doesn’t seem right.” I knew what he meant. Let’s just say I had more than my fair share of resources shoring up my bones. “You could live through two winters back to back, Truly,” he rasped. “You could swallow the whole damn world, and no one would notice.”

He was lying under his great-grandmother’s famous quilt, the one embroidered all over with flowers and vines, some of them nice and neat inside a diamond-edged border and the rest running riot around the edges. It was a peculiar piece of work all right. In fact, if you looked at it hard enough, you might get to thinking it was almost two quilts—the tidy, inner square worked up all careful and the crazy border that looked like a floral explosion. That’s what I’d concluded, at least, after ten years of staring at the thing.

Soon enough, the doctor quit talking altogether. At first, I welcomed this development, banging into his room with trays of food I knew he couldn’t eat but tormented him with anyway. “That story about the dead lady in the hippo cage?” I asked, waving a spoonful of tapioca under his nose. “It’s the dumbest thing I ever heard. So what if it’s true?” I watched him shake his head, then popped the pudding into my own mouth and rolled the beads across my tongue, satisfied with their slick sweetness. “For one thing, what’d they do with the hippo? And for another, you don’t even know any of the details that would make the story really good. For instance, what kind of coffin did they put her in? Or did they just throw her body in the cage and pull her along to a giant hole in the ground?”

I leaned down so close, I knew he could see the tiny hairs that limned my upper lip. “Do you want to know the difference between a good story and the truth?” When he didn’t respond, I went ahead and gave him the answer. “The little bits, Robert Morgan. That’s all. If you get those right, you can get away with murder.” I smiled and patted his arm. Then I finished off the tapioca.

After a few days, however, I found myself unsettled by the silence between us. For twenty years, I’d endured his barbs and insults, but now I could feel his stony stare roving over my flesh, as if he wanted to devour me raw. I’d watch out of the corner of my eye as he cricked his jaw open and shut like a ventriloquist’s dummy, trying to make a noise and failing, and then I’d collect his untouched tray, half wishing he’d snarl at me like the old days and half hoping he wouldn’t.

In spite of their best intentions, death has always had a way of stalking the Morgan men, as far back as any of them could remember, at least as far back as the history of Aberdeen. The first Robert Morgan arrived in Aberdeen from the South, just as the Civil War was winding down. In the war, he’d served as a surgeon, up until the very end when Sherman’s hot swath of vengeance proved too much. Death, the first Robert Morgan decided as he followed lines of ghost-eyed soldiers through the fetid air of the South, was a perpetual motion machine—a spiked instrument of butchery that would roll on as long as there were men willing to feed it. He was not one of them.

He deserted just outside of Savannah, stowing himself in the wrecked husks of plantations and barns, making his way north via the coast, and then, when he hit Delaware, he turned inland and worked his way through the Tuscarora Mountains, all the way up to New York State. Everywhere he went, he inquired the same thing: Did anyone know a way to ward off death? He was shown crucifixes, amulets of twine and grass, rosary beads, and an eagle’s feather. He would examine each object politely, then hand it back to its owner and shoulder his pack, his mind already racing ahead of him.

By the time he got to New York State, the answer to his question started to change. “I don’t know ’bout scarin’ death away for good,” one gap-toothed farmer told him, his skin as wrinkled as linen, “but you might try askin’ the folks in Aberdeen. They’re all older than a bunch of mummies. If anyone’s gonna know, it’s them.”

Intrigued, Robert Morgan accepted the man’s offer of his barn for the evening, and that night, Robert Morgan slept peacefully and deep, awakening well before dawn to hoist his dwindling pack before heading the opposite direction of the sunset. He didn’t have the foggiest notion where he was, but it didn’t matter. For the first time since he’d deserted, Robert Morgan had a destination to get to.



When he arrived in Aberdeen at the onset of winter, he found the population of the village in the middle of an influenza epidemic, with just one woman treating them all. Her name was Tabitha Dyerson, and she was the relative of a famous witch.

“Judith Dyerson. Burned at the stake,” Ebert Pickerton, the proprietor of Aberdeen’s alehouse, told Robert with a wink. “A heretic. The whole family upped and left Massachusetts after that. But some say”—and here the innkeeper leaned conspiratorially close to Robert Morgan—“they brought her shadow book with ’em. That’s where Tabitha gets the healing touch from.”

Robert Morgan tilted back and took a blessed breath of neutral air. “Is that why everyone here lives so long? Because of old Judith’s secrets?”

Ebert Pickerton’s belly danced with laughter. “Hell no, son,” he brayed, smacking his palm down on the counter. “That’s on account of our bad tempers. The good Lord won’t have us.” His face fell, a balloon caving in on itself. “Lately, though, seems people in this town are dropping off like anyone else. You can go out and see for yourself.” So Robert Morgan went to Mass on Sunday, toting the medical instruments he’d stolen from the army, to offer his services as a physician.

The first patient he attended was a child, a girl about nine years old. She screamed when he approached her. To the delirious child, Robert Morgan, gaunt from seven months of walking, his beard too wild for any scissors to tame, was an evil Father Christmas.

“You’d best go,” the girl’s father told Robert Morgan, his hand clamped firmly on the doctor’s elbow. “We’ll call for Tabitha.”

Robert Morgan raised his eyebrows. “Your daughter needs proper medical supervision.”

The man just shrugged, opened the door, and ushered Robert Morgan into the miserable November cold. “Tabby has herbs,” he said. “They’ve worked before.”

Robert Morgan acquired his second patient after a thorough session with Aberdeen’s barber. This time it was an ailing grandmother, down with the flu. Seventy-three and prune-faced, she lay stoutly in a brass bedstead—the bed she’d been born in and the bed she was prepared to die in—watching as Robert Morgan unwrapped his instruments. Her beady eyes roved over him like a chicken guarding an egg. “Please,” she whimpered. “I want Tabitha.” Robert Morgan sighed deeply—a great defeated wind sinking to his boot tips—and wrapped his instruments back in their chamois. Her hulking son gave an apologetic half-smile. Tabitha, at least, wouldn’t charge anything expect maybe a pumpkin or two or a loaf of his wife’s molasses bread.

Robert Morgan retreated to the shadow-shrouded back room he had taken at Widow Dunfry’s house with a small bottle of whiskey wrapped neatly in plain brown paper. So far, Aberdeen had stonewalled his search for longevity, refused his good-intentioned attempts to cure, and even its weather was foul.

Robert Morgan took another, bitter swill of Ebert’s homemade whiskey and sank farther into the widow’s mildewed armchair, reviewing the afternoon’s case. Tabby has herbs, he recalled the little girl’s father saying. Robert Morgan snorted, expelling a small plug of snot. Skullduggery, that’s what it was. He tipped the bottle back to his lips, upending it. The liquid ignited in his throat like a firecracker. He pursed his lips, the sear ghost of rye singeing the insides of his cheeks, his nose, and the secret canals of his ears.

When he woke, he found himself in bed. He hitched himself onto his elbows, feeling his eyes swim in his head, losing his balance. Then he realized he wasn’t alone.

The diminutive woman sitting in the corner sighed, put down her knitting, and walked over to him. She reached under his wrist to test his pulse with lily-stalk fingers. “You’re over the worst,” she told him, sweeping back to her place in the corner, her skirts whispering like contrary angels. “When you can, you should bathe.” She began to leave.

“Wait,” Robert Morgan cried, his voice muted by phlegm. “How ill have I been?”

The woman cocked her head. “You’re over the worst,” she said again. “You’ll soon be better.”

Robert Morgan hitched himself onto his elbows again, wavering. “You’re the witch.”

Tabitha Dyerson drew herself straight, narrowing her eyes like a snake getting ready to strike. “I’m as Christian as you are, sir,” she snapped. “Possibly even more so. You owe me your life.”

It wasn’t until hours later that Robert Morgan realized she’d taken the last of Ebert Pickerton’s whiskey with her.



She lived on a farm on the outskirts of town, Robert Morgan learned, with her father and brother, the father swimming in the mad sea of old age, the brother a recluse since he’d returned from the war. Robert Morgan trudged over the rough track of mud that served as a road, announcing his presence at her door with three harsh knocks, the only kind he knew how to give anymore. His bare knuckles stung from the cold.

She spied him from the window and answered the door warily, her hands clutching the wood. From around the sides of her seeped the scent of lemons, of gingerbread and camphor. Feminine odors that Robert Morgan had forgotten existed in the world.

“You’ve recovered.” Her voice rang as flat as his raps on the door. Robert Morgan produced from his pocket an apple—a gnarled piece of fruit, but an offering all the same.

Tabitha received it warily, tucking it in the depths of her apron. “Do you have a specific reason for calling?”

Robert Morgan could feel the heat radiating out of the house and sensed that she was impatient to be rid of him. He listed on his cracked boot heels like a ship about to sink, then brought an arm forward to steady himself. Slowly, the world settled back into some semblance of order, the porch boards still warped, the chimney still aslant, but all the pieces more or less fitted together. It was probably, Robert Morgan decided, as close as he would ever again come to being arranged. Tabitha folded her arms and waited. “I have come,” he stammered, “with a proposal.”

They were married on Michaelmas, the ceremony witnessed by Widow Dunfry and Ebert Pickerton. They celebrated Christmas with a goose and chestnut stuffing. The brother drank too much cider and wheeled about on the wooden leg he would never get used to. The father slumbered over his dish, and Robert retired early to the corner of the parlor he had transformed into a makeshift laboratory. No one sang.

Three things amazed Robert Morgan about his new life. The first was that no one asked him about his past. The people of Aberdeen just seemed to regard him as Tabitha Dyerson’s new husband, and a prior existence neither occurred nor mattered to them. The second thing that needled him was that even though he was a doctor, he had yet to heal one single patient in the town. His remedies either failed, or the people dumped his powders in their chicken feed. They unwound his bandages and replaced them with Tabitha’s poultices made from crushed wolfsbane and pig’s urine.

The final source of wonder, of course, was his wife. Impervious to the wild whip of a New England winter, moon-skinned under the covers when he took her at night, circumspect in all matters relating to herself. With her father, she was patient, forgiving; with her brother, resolved; and with Robert Morgan, she was serene.

“Tell me what your earliest memory is,” he demanded one night after lovemaking. The air outside was so cold, the stars appeared to be shivering.

Tabitha loosed one of her arms from the sheets and brushed a piece of hair away from her eyes. When she spoke, her breath escaped in a visible wisp. “Gathering herbs,” she said. “An iron pot bubbling on the fire. The odor of wet leaves.” She half closed her eyes and smiled but offered no elaboration.

“What is your favorite food?” Robert Morgan asked. They’d been married only a short time, but she already knew that he liked venison stew with nutmeg and juniper berries, that he preferred whiskey to ale, soda bread to brown, while he could only guess at her tastes. It bothered him a little, this advantage she had over him.

Tabitha stretched one of her long arms toward him, and he grew excited at the thought of her touch, but she merely rearranged the blankets closer around her chin. “I eat the same as you, husband,” she whispered. “We are one flesh now. Please, let’s sleep.”

On his better days, Robert Morgan indulged her behavior, told himself he was lucky to have wed an obedient and untroublesome woman. On his bad days, he skulked in the parlor, cursing her witch blood.

By June, Tabitha’s belly was drum-tight under her altered skirts, the baby riding so high that Robert Morgan was certain it must be a girl. Tabitha merely murmured over his predictions. She dreamed whole afternoons away, wrapped in the floral quilt her grandmother had begun. Sometimes, Robert Morgan found her replacing the batting, mending the quilt’s weak seams, shoring them up for the generations.

He moved them into town, and when people called at the new house, it was Robert who greeted them, ushering them into the parlor’s laboratory, asking them to breathe against the discerning disk of his stethoscope. On the shelf above his head, he had jars of tablets ordered from Boston, powders from New York. He had a canister of ether and a paper cone to administer it. When Tabitha’s father died, Robert Morgan turned his room into an examining office and then built a whole separate cottage in the back for his practice. He quit accepting eggs and skeins of yarn for payment, demanding a deposit of silver up front. It took only the turning away and subsequent death of one young mother, spotted with fever, for the town to learn that death is an impatient master. Even the poorer households acquired clocks and began putting pennies in the bank for the hours the doctor charged.



By the time his son, Bertie, was five, Robert Morgan had hired a young man to keep his books and appointments. He had finished the cottage in back of the house and turned it into an office and an examining room. The recalcitrant brother moved back to the defunct farm. Tabitha had two more children after Bertie. With each successive pregnancy, she grew quieter and quieter, until she finally ceased to speak at all. The bouquets of herbs she was accustomed to fix to the rafters lost their shape, then their color, and finally relinquished their earthy scents, crumbling into twigs and dust. She stayed in her room, working at her quilt, adding pieces, making it bigger so that its ends draped off the bed and swept the dusty floor. Tabitha lay in the covers, wishing her arms had no bones.

Occasionally, Robert Morgan savaged the house looking for old Judith’s shadow book, the one Ebert Pickerton told him about on his first day in town. He ripped apart the larder, biting indiscriminately into pork pies and wedges of cheese. He knocked down the woodpile, upended Tabitha’s linen cupboard. He pried apart floorboards, thumbed page by page through the family Bible, then burned the whole thing. He ordered a new Bible from Boston, and when it arrived, it was bound in supple calfskin, its pages gilded, the cover embossed with his initials and his alone, in real gold. He penned the names of his children inside, flourishing the dips and curls of the letters, lining them up perfectly on the page, but he left Tabitha Dyerson the witch, the crone he’d tried to make a Morgan, off the family register.

At church, Robert Morgan’s lips moved, but it wasn’t the words of God he was uttering. Instead, he was silently cataloging his stores to himself: carbolic powder, laudanum, aspirin, alcohol, ether. In his experience, salvation came droplet-sized, issued from the pinched nose of a beaker, from tiny grains of granules measured and slid into an envelope. The prospect of heaven had been bottled and stoppered by him and his brethren. It was easily dispensed.

One morning, while shaving, he ran the razor over himself by feel, averting his gaze from the aging stranger in the glass, and when he turned back to his image, he found he’d nicked himself. A trickle of blood wormed its way down a crease on his face and cavorted along his jaw. He turned to Tabitha, but she was marooned in a melancholic swamp in the middle of their bed, her brow as smooth as an egg. She ignored him. Her hands were twisting and turning, knotting and looping. Under them, as if by magic, the outlines of nightshade, belladonna, and hemlock bloomed in silken leaves across the quilt. A mortal garden stitched for the immortal soul.

Robert Morgan thrust his jaw out toward his wife. “Help,” he demanded crossly, and received the press of Tabby’s little fingers, wrapped in a square of cast-off linen. As if by magic, the blood stopped, and Robert Morgan scowled. He wondered briefly how Tabitha did it, but the clock downstairs chimed, and he rushed to put on his hat. For him, knowledge was a plain thing, like a neatly labeled bottle, transparent and tucked on a shelf. It was not in his character to pick and follow the threads of an idea like a woman unraveling a skein of yarn. Besides, he was running late.

“Thank you,” he growled, and loped out of the room, his thoughts already on salvation, his belief that he was in charge of dying in the town of Aberdeen fully intact—an idea that would persist for the next hundred and fifty years until I came along and overturned the apple cart of history.



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  • Posted January 18, 2009

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    Fantastic Debut!

    What a stunning first novel!<BR/><BR/>Covers are often enough to make me want to read a book. I loved this one. But the opening paragraph cinched the deal...<BR/><BR/>"The day I laid Robert Morgan to rest was remarkable for two reasons. First, even though it was August, the sky overhead was as rough and cold as a January lake; and second, it was the day I started to shrink."<BR/><BR/>We know the ending, but what led to this point?<BR/><BR/>The entire town is gathered outside her parent's home the day Truly Plaice is born. Her mother had grown so big, bets were being laid on the size of what would surely be a strapping boy. The local doctor Robert Morgan delivers a girl and she is abnormally large. Her mother dies in childbirth. Her father isn't quite sure what to make of her - she is much different from her delicate sister Serena Jane. Truly continues to grow and grow. She is teased and scorned and just never 'fits'. She does make two friends - others who don't fit the mold either - Marcus and Amelia<BR/><BR/>This Dr. Robert Morgan is the fourth in his family to be the town's doctor. He is descended from Tabitha Dyerson, who was the town's original healer. Her book of cures is mythical in the town and never was found. Without giving away too much of the plot, circumstances lead to inextricable intertwinings between the Morgans and the Plaices.<BR/><BR/>The book is written from Truly's point of view - detailing her hurt, anger and desires. Although this led me to know Truly very well, it only gave one viewpoint of events and other characters. I would have enjoyed hearing what Marcus, Amelia and Serena Jane actually thought, not Truly's take on things.<BR/><BR/>The tone of this book is almost magical and fairy tale in feel. Baker has a gift with words, painting vivid descriptions.<BR/><BR/>"Even his narrow prowling walk told you he was a man of limitless appetite- hungry all the time and yet never filled all the way up."<BR/><BR/>I started this book and really could not put it down. It's unique and captiviating. Baker is a fresh new voice on the fiction front. I look forward to her second novel.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 30, 2009

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    A great debut read.

    How does one respond to a novel that tells a story of which the reader is deeply connected, but is not sure why? For any author to spin such a tale is an accomplishment of high merit, for a debut novelist, as is this for Ms. Baker, such an effort is astounding. Well written, told partly from the perspective of the hero but also from the third person, this is a tale of Truly Plaice, whose birth caused the death of her mother and whose life is filled with the wonder of how she caused such pain. Truly is afflicted with a Pituitary Gland that will not stop sending her body the message to grow. She suffers the expected cruelties of being a child whose differences are apparent. She also, in the course of the 38 years the book allows the reader to be a part of her life, loses nearly every person who is close to her, all while getting physically bigger.
    In the weaving of her life, Truly discovers what healing entails. Sometimes, that miracle is assisted by medicine, sometimes by connection with others but it is always accomplished in a manner that is unique, mysterious and rarely does the result appear as expected. The ways of healing, she learns, are plainly before everyone but we cannot see them because they have become too common and are therefore discounted. Once she has "discovered" a path to healing that has been passed down for generations she also discovers the work required of marking that path for herself and others. To this task she sets her mind to wonderful, mysterious and frightening ends. The art of healing, be it healing of body, mind, Spirit or relationships, has a dark side that must be respected lest the healer becomes arrogant.
    Truly's sister, Serena Jane, is the polar opposite of her. Serena is lithe, beautiful in every way possible, poised and with an approach to life that reflects her name. After the deaths of their parents, the sisters are separated physically but not disconnected, at least in Truly's mind. That connection informs the remainder of the book. Amazingly, for all the loss she experiences, the book ends well. There is violence in her life, but it is not graphic and there is no sex and I don't recall any off color language.
    It is interesting that Truly's physically growth is halted by her developing the ability to give herself "away" in the course of healing others. This occurs only after she ceases trying to hold all of the sorrows and pains of those around her. This (presently) over-stressed Reader can identify with this dynamic as he has been "comfort eating" in an effort to counter the stress he has been swallowing. It is so self-defeating to think that one person can hold anyone else's pain in part forever or entirely at all. This defeat takes on added absurdity once one understands the power of community in addressing and healing of pain. The "Community of Sharing" is grounded in the belief that pain shared is divided. Allowing others "into" our sorrow/stress/pain while helping to carry other's like pain makes burdens disappear like fog in sunshine. Truly learns this treasure.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2011

    Interesting Story with No Climax

    It took me a very long time to read this. The story itself is very interesting and unique, but I felt like there was no climax and then the story was over. The author does a good job creating the unique characters, unfortunately the story was not as interesting as the characters.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 15, 2011

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    Loved this book!

    This book is deeper than you realize. After I finished, I would think about it out of the blue. Very good book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 16, 2010

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    Escape to Aberdeen County

    THE LITTLE GIANT
    OF ABERDEEN COUNTY
    Tiffany Baker
    Grand Central Publishing -Hardcover
    Hachette Book Group
    $24.99
    ISBN: 978-0-446-19420-4
    Reviewer: Annie Slessman

    Now available in paperback, Truly Plaice, the main character of THE LITTLE GIANT OF ABERDEEN COUNTY, tells a story that will keep any reader rushing through their chores to get back to their book.

    This is Tiffany Baker's first book and one has to wonder where her imagination can lead her in the future. She has managed in her first work to develop a strong, seductive and graceful voice.

    Her story revolves around Truly, who is born larger than life and continues to grow to amazing dimensions. When her mother dies shortly after her birth, Truly is left in a household with a beautiful older sister and a drunkard father. She somehow survives the taunting of other children, townsfolk and even her teacher as she grows into adulthood. With each breath she takes, Truly seems to grow even bigger.

    Robert Morton, the town's only doctor, marries Truly's beautiful sister and eventually brings Truly into his home to care for their young son.

    The story takes turn after turn leaving Truly to find her way with each change of direction. She becomes interested in the Morton family history, which leads her in a direction that is surprising, entertaining and morally debatable.

    For every fiction reader looking for great entertainment, this is your book. You will not be disappointed.

    Tiffany Baker lives in Marin County, CA and is currently working on her second novel.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 7, 2009

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    Eccentric Characters Here!

    A book with no perfect characters-only real-to-life emotions. For everyone who truly is out-of-the-ordinary. This books shows the flaws of all with the true love we all seek no matter how long it takes to find it.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 18, 2008

    Amazing for a first time author

    A very well written, thought provoking novel by a first time author. Tiffany Baker gives great insight to perception of unattractiveness, and the politics of the small town.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 19, 2011

    Great Unique Read

    This is the antithesis of a the traditional heroine, the characters were rich and well developed, and it is not a feel good formula. I am looking forward to future books.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 1, 2010

    Not among the likers.

    I suppose I am different in what I enjoy in a book. Ordinarily I would say that I have a great deal of respect and understanding for the underdog and the "differnet" folks, but this book left me bewildered. The mercy killing turned me off completely. I plugged through the book but really wanted to throw it across the room. I ended up not liking any of the characters and would definitely not recommend it to anyone. Wish I had not wasted my money on it.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 13, 2010

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    A WONDERFUL TALE

    Truly Plaice entered the world the same day her mother left it. The whole town was placing bets on how much the baby would weigh because her mother's body had been stretched beyond belief, what these people didn't know was that it wasn't only the baby making her body grow, a large tumor was also growing her breast, which would have killed her shortly, if she hadn't died giving birth to an enormous baby. Truly's father blamed her for her mother's death, leaving him alone to raise her and her sister Serena Jane. Serena was a perfect child, petite and beautiful. Truly continued to grow and grow and while younger than Serena, she was much too big to wear Serena Jane's hand me downs.

    Their father died 2 years later and the girl's were split up, Serena Jane went to live a life of privilege with the Reverend and his wife. Truly was sent to live with an outcast family on their rundown farm. Truly continued to grow, soon the only clothes they could find to fit her were man's farm clothes, big flannel shirts and dungarees.

    Serena Jane's beauty turned out to be her biggest blessing, but also a curse, when the youngest of the Robert Morgans, (the county's doctors for generations) does the unthinkable to claim her as his own. Serena Jane ends up running away from him several years later and Robert (Bob-Bob) Morgan forces Truly to move into the family home to take care of him and his son. The real reason he wants Truly there is because he is fascinated by her enormous size and wants to study her and maybe even become famous for determining why she is so big. His father several years earlier had explained her condition as faulty pituitary gland, that didn't tell her body to stop growing.

    While living in the family manor Truly remembers stories she had heard about the family, and soon she discovers the stories were true and she has found something generations before her never could find. Armed with this new information, Truly needs to make huge decisions on what she should do with it. When she learns of a betrayal so great, she is "forced to face her own larger-than-life demons, redefine mercy and consider the possibility that love cannot be ordered to size."


    This story is pure magic, absolutely enchanting!! It is hard to believe this is Tiffany Bakers debut novel. She is an excellent storyteller.Truly may have been a giant on the outside, but inside she was filled with such love, compassion and caring, it surpassed her actual size. Baker has drawn us all into a tale that has everything imaginable, love, death, friendship, secrets, lies, and you will NOT be unable to put it down.

    This book has received several wonderful reviews and even made the New York Times Bestseller List. I hope we see a lot more stories from this author. I can't wait to read them. I am honored that she sent me her book to read and review at Dollycas's Thoughts.


    Check out http://www.tiffanybaker.com/ to find out more about the author and even send her comments if you have read her book.

    Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Newman Communications for the author.. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255 : "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 10, 2009

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    A satisfying read

    "Little Giant" blurs the lines between myth, legend, truth, and reality. The plot takes you around bends and corners where you might not expect to go.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 30, 2009

    'Little Giant' teaches a good lesson in perseverance

    I enjoyed this book and found the characters to be quite interesting. I think that is why I wish the book had a bit more substance as far as the development of the characters and the lives they led. This is a quick read, but it does have some valuable lessons about how we should treat the people around us and find value in their differences.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2009

    Excellent!

    This is an excellent book. The thing that intrigued me in the beginning to read it, was the character - Robert Morgan. My grandfather's name was Robert Morgan. The cover of the book is an excellent choice too! It is a perfect example of "Truly's" character. This book does not disappoint the reader. It keeps you on the edge of your seat and you cannot help from having a "visual" in your mind of all the characters. I absolutely loved it. It would be an excellent choice for an English class to read and study during a semester versus "Brave New World" and "Moll Flanders." I cannot wait to see what Miss Baker will come up with next!

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  • Posted January 10, 2009

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    THE LITTLE GIANT<BR/>OF ABERDEEN COUNTY<BR/>Tiffany Baker<BR/>Grand Central Publishing ¿Hardcover<BR/>Hachette Book Group<BR/>$24.99<BR/>ISBN: 978-0-446-19420-4<BR/>Reviewer: Annie Slessman<BR/><BR/>Truly Plaice, the main character of THE LITTLE GIANT OF ABERDEEN COUNTY, tells a story that will keep any reader rushing through their chores to get back to their book. <BR/><BR/>This is Tiffany Baker¿s first book and one has to wonder where her imagination can lead her in the future. She has managed in her first work to develop a strong, seductive and graceful voice.<BR/><BR/>Her story revolves around Truly, who is born larger than life and continues to grow to amazing dimensions. When her mother dies shortly after her birth, Truly is left in a household with a beautiful older sister and a drunkard father. She somehow survives the taunting of other children, townsfolk and even her teacher as she grows into adulthood. With each breath she takes, Truly seems to grow even bigger. <BR/><BR/>Robert Morton, the town¿s only doctor, marries Truly¿s beautiful sister and eventually brings Truly into his home to care for their young son.<BR/><BR/>The story takes turn after turn leaving Truly to find her way with each change of direction. She becomes interested in the Morton family history, which leads her in a direction that is surprising, entertaining and morally debatable.<BR/><BR/>For every fiction reader looking for great entertainment, this is your book. You will not be disappointed. <BR/><BR/>Tiffany Baker lives in Marin County, CA and is currently working on her second novel.

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  • Posted January 10, 2009

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    'LOVE IS LOVE HOWEVER IT COMES..."

    Love, hate, forgiveness, revenge, mystery, witchcraft - all the elements of a fine novel. When these elements become prose in the hands of Tiffany Baker the results are finer than fine.. The Little Giant of Aberdeen County is memorable in every way, not only as an extraordinarily well written novel but also as a story rich with meaning. <BR/><BR/>We meet Truly Plaice who is an anomaly in the small town of Aberdeen. She would be an anomaly anywhere because Truly is a gargantuan woman, challenging the scales at 400+ pounds. There is little room in our world for those not seen as normal and Truly is reminded of her perceived abnormality every day. These reminders come in cruel ways, such as a schoolmate putting tacks on her chair to see whether or not she can feel the sticks through such generous flesh or in the astonished stares of the curious. <BR/><BR/>Her mother died in childbirth. Townsmen had placed bets on the weight of a baby who had added so much poundage to a woman. By the age of one and one-half years the only clothing that would cover Truly was one of her father's shirts. He was a perplexed miserable man who never recovered from his wife's death, and was totally unable to handle raising Truly and her older sister, Serena Jane, who was petite, beautiful, vain and a perennial May Queen. Such a contrast was painful for both girls. <BR/><BR/>After their father died the sisters were parceled out - Serena Jane went to the home of Amanda Pickerton where she and her minister husband doted on the girl. Serena Jane's future was bright until it was altered by Bob Bob Morgan, the youngest son of the Morgans whose men had been the town's doctors for generations. <BR/><BR/>Truly was sent to a ramshackle farm owned by the Dyerson's; it was a place where no one save debt collectors came to call.. While Truly missed her sister she grew to love working out of doors and tending to the farm's horses. <BR/><BR/>She walked to school with young Amelia Dyerson who rarely spoke. They found no friends or welcome there save for Marcus, another unusual child who had an eager mind and a penchant for remembering details. <BR/><BR/>Truly grew to adulthood, ever larger due to an abnormality in her pituitary gland. She knew little of what other young women knew but she also knew some things that they did not. It was rumored that the first Dr. Morgan's wife, Tabitha, was a witch who possessed strange healing powers and had made note of her secrets in a shadow book long hidden where it would not be found. <BR/><BR/>Readers will find themselves loving Truly and pulling for her, hoping that somehow she can overcome insurmountable obstacles. The Little Giant of Aberdeen County is a not to be forgotten epic, every bit as grand as Truly herself. <BR/><BR/>Highly recommended. <BR/><BR/>- Gail Cooke

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  • Posted December 11, 2008

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    How Ugly Is Treated

    I enjoyed reading this book; it's well written. The story moves at a reasonable pace, and the characters are unique. There's Truly, the giant, who grows up believing that she killed her mother (who died while birthing her), and believing that she is unworthy of any kindness. Her best friend is Amelia Dyerson, a shy girl who manages to communicate without many spoken words. (How challenging that must have been to write!) Next is Dr. Robert Morgan, the fifth Dr. Robert Morgan the small town has had--each one of them arrogant and mean-spirited. Then there's Marcus Thompson, a man with a brilliant mind, but a smallish, somewhat handicapped body. These are round characters, all with secrets and flaws. Even the minor characters are well written!<BR/><BR/>As the only "pretty" character is Dr. Morgan, one of the themes is that beauty is only skin deep. How much more difficult life is for the imperfect person.<BR/><BR/>The novel is written in first-person narrative and third-person omniscient voice, allowing the reader to understand the different thought processes. There's a bit of profanity included. There's a bit of a romance. (It could have been left out.) There's more than a bit of mystery. And there's a tale that demands deeper thought once the final page has been turned.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2014

    A very interesting story about perseverance.

    Though some of the subject matter is controversial (euthanasia) I was impressed by the perseverance of the "little giant". She was tenacious in her search for the healing arts passed down from a previous generation. Most of the characters interacted in a predictable way, but that did not deter me. I thoroughly enjoyed the read.

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  • Posted March 19, 2013

    Very unique. I liked this book more than I thought I would. The

    Very unique. I liked this book more than I thought I would. The characters felt real, although quirky. There was a lot to think about.

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  • Posted September 13, 2012

    I absolutely loved this book. I wasn't sure given the descriptio

    I absolutely loved this book. I wasn't sure given the description that I knew what I was getting into but the story is really touching and magnificent. I will absolutely be reading this book again one day.

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  • Posted July 4, 2012

    Loved this book from beginning to end!!! I would love to hear m

    Loved this book from beginning to end!!! I would love to hear more about Truly. I highly recommend this book.

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