Odd Mom Out [NOOK Book]

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Advertising executive Marta Zinsser is no poster child for her wealthy Seattle suburb-and nothing could please her more. This former New Yorker wears combat boots, not Manolos, and drives a righteous Harley hog instead of a Mercedes SUV. Now she's launching her own agency in this land of the Microsoft elite, even though her ten-year-old daughter wishes she'd put on a sweater set and just be normal.


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Overview

Advertising executive Marta Zinsser is no poster child for her wealthy Seattle suburb-and nothing could please her more. This former New Yorker wears combat boots, not Manolos, and drives a righteous Harley hog instead of a Mercedes SUV. Now she's launching her own agency in this land of the Microsoft elite, even though her ten-year-old daughter wishes she'd put on a sweater set and just be normal.


Can this ex-urbanite remain uniquely herself without alienating the inner circle of smug, cookie-cutter executive wives? And when push comes to shove, can she stop being the proud odd mom out and take a chance at something frighteningly-and tantalizingly-new?
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Editorial Reviews

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Single-by-choice mother Marta Zinsser prides herself on following her bliss; she doesn't worry what others think. But her daughter Eva wants nothing more than to be one of the cool girls. And so Marta makes an effort to conform for Eva's sake. But after tangling with the local alpha mom, helping care for her Alzheimer's-suffering mother, trying to land the client of a lifetime, and dating again after a ten-year dry spell, Marta wonders if it's time to give up and give in. Porter's (Flirting with Forty) new novel is a return to the Pacific Northwest and another mom who's just trying to do her best by her self and her kids on her own terms. Vivid characters and quick dialog support a strong plot, although some elements of the subplot get too light a touch. Marta is smart and funny, but her narrative can get a bit talky (covering consumer culture's enablement of women's insecurity and the price working mothers pay compared to working fathers). Overall, however, the novel's got strong appeal for fans of women's fiction and mom lit. For all public libraries.
—Amy Brozio-Andrews

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Headstrong advertising executive tries to meet the demands of single motherhood. Marta Zinsser has always insisted on taking the road less traveled and thumbing her nose at authority. From her combat boots and muscle bike to launching her own advertising agency, Marta is happiest when shattering stereotypes and going it alone. While this independent streak lands her some great advertising clients, it also lands her in hot water with her impressionable ten-year-old daughter, Eva. Eva feels abandoned as Marta pushes herself to make a financial success of her business. All the other moms volunteer at school, dress in appropriately feminine clothes and have busy social lives. Like all tweens, Eva wants to fit in and be popular. This sensitive soul also senses her mom's loneliness and thinks if Marta softens her look and gets involved in Seattle's social scene, happiness will blossom. Marta cringes at the thought of fitting in with the mommy "A Team," but in an effort to appease her daughter, she starts to become more involved. Upon ending her self-imposed exile, Marta manages to capture the attention of a handsome bachelor and starts dating. But she quickly overextends herself and jeopardizes her firm. This provocative novel argues that it is impossible to have it all. Porter (Flirting with Forty, 2006, etc.) makes plain that something has to give when one is trying to juggle family, love and work. The draining pace of Marta's life comes across convincingly, and Porter's got a knack for getting into the heads of the preteen set; Eva's worries are right on the mark. A poignant critique of mommy cliques and the plight of single parents. Agent: Karen Solem/Spencerhill Associates
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446402910
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 9/27/2007
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 294,809
  • File size: 585 KB

Meet the Author

Jane Porter
Jane Porter lives in Seattle, Washington, with her two children. You can find out more about her at www.janeporter.com.
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Odd Mom Out

A Novel
By Jane Porter

5 SPOT

Copyright © 2007 Jane Porter
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-446-69923-5


Chapter One

"Mom, can you still wear white if you're not a virgin?"

My nine-year-old daughter, Eva, knows the perfect way to get my full attention.

I push up my sunglasses and look at her hard. This is supposed to be a special mother-daughter day. I took off work to bring her to the country club pool, but lately, being Eva's mother is anything but relaxing. "Do you know what a virgin is?"

"Yes." She sounds so matter-of-fact.

"How?" I demand, because I sure as hell didn't tell her. My most gruesome memory is my mother sitting me down on my bed and explaining in horrendous detail "the story of the sperm and the ovum." I've vowed to find a better way to introduce Eva to the story but haven't found it yet.

"You've had sex ed already at school?"

Eva sighs heavily. "No, Mom, that's in fifth grade. I've still got a year. But I read a lot. Between Judy Blume and Paul Zindel, I know everything."

That's as scary a statement as I've ever heard. "So you know about sex?"

"Yes." Her lips compress primly beneath the brim of her straw hat. It's actually my hat, but she claimed it once we sat down.

I push my sunglasses even higher so they rest on top of my head. "You know about getting your period?"

"Yes."

"You know how babies are made?"

"Doesn't that fall under the sex question?"

Wow. She does seem to know quite a bit, and I watch her as she returns to the magazine she's reading.

"This is so ick," she says in disgust, turning a page in the bridal magazine on her lap. She brought three bridal magazines to the pool today and has been riveted for the last few hours by the oversize glossy publications. "There's nothing nice in here at all."

"Which magazine is that?"

"Seattle Bride." She tosses aside the slender magazine with a contemptuous snort and reaches for another. "They don't know how to do weddings in Seattle. The styles are so ugly. The best weddings are always in the South."

I can't stop staring at her. So hard to believe this little girl came from me.

"So, Mom, back to my question," she says, flipping through the next magazine, Southern Bride. "Can nonvirgins wear white?"

"Yes," I answer reluctantly, thinking this is a discussion I'd very much like to avoid. "It's done all the time."

"So you don't have to wear ivory or pink?"

"That's an old rule. No one follows that anymore." Or there'd be no white weddings, either.

Eva pauses briefly to study a beaded gown with an equally ornate veil. "Obviously, virgins can't have babies.

Well, except for the Virgin Mary, but that was an exception to the rule, so if you've had a baby ..." Her voice trails off as she looks up at me. "Probably not a virgin."

"Probably not," I agree.

"So you're definitely not a virgin."

"Eva."

"I'm just asking."

"It's none of your business, but no, I'm not a virgin. Not that I had sex to make you."

"Gross. Don't talk about making me."

"You're the one talking about virgins!"

"That's different."

"How?"

"It just is. Ew." She shudders and slams Southern Bride closed before turning on the lounge chair to face me, her long dark hair falling over her thin shoulders. She's so skinny that her hipbones jut out and her long legs look vaguely storklike. "Too bad you can't wear white at your wedding, though, because ivory dresses are u-g-l-y. Ugly."

I don't know who this child is or where she came from. I know she's biologically mine-she looks just like me at nine-but what about the rest of her DNA? Whose sperm did I buy, anyway?

"I could wear white, Eva, but I don't have, nor do I want, a boyfriend. And the last thing I'm interested in is ever getting married."

She sighs wearily. "But if you don't even give marriage a try, how can you say you don't like it?"

Advil, Advil, Advil. Need Advil badly. "Marriage isn't like broccoli. You don't nibble on a stem to see if you like it."

"You're comparing men to vegetables?"

I almost liked it better when Eva thought I was a lesbian.

Two of the kids in Eva's New York preschool class were raised in lesbian households, and the kids were fantastic, funny, bright, well adjusted. At three, Eva was crushed when I told her that there would never be two mommies in our family. We were a one-mommy household.

"Just one mommy?" she'd cried. "But what about the Ark? All the animals came in twos."

It seemed like a good teaching opportunity, so I explained that Noah's pairs weren't female and female, but male and female, and I hastened to add that the decision wasn't so the world could live in harmony, but for reproductive reasons. The animals on Noah's Ark had a serious job. They had to repopulate the world that had just been drowned in the forty days of rain.

The drowning part of course caught her attention.

As did other Old Testament favorites like Cain killing Abel, Sodom being set on fire, Lot's wife turning to salt, and Abraham laying Isaac on an altar as a sacrifice. The dramatic illustration in her children's Bible of Abraham holding a knife over his son particularly fascinated her. Gave her some nightmares, too. But she never forgot the story.

She never forgets anything. She has the memory of an elephant.

"I thought we were here so you could swim," I say, trying to change the subject, wanting her to go play, be a normal little girl, although that's probably pushing it. "The pool closes next week once school starts, and it'll be nine months before it opens again."

Eva glances past me to look at the crowded deep end. The pool is packed today, as it's in the mid-nineties and nearing the end of summer.

"I am hot," she admits, fanning herself.

"So go swim."

But she doesn't move. She lies there on her side, studying the girls playing in the deep end. She's scared. Scared of being rejected again.

With me, she's brave and funny. Articulate and confident. But around the little girls here, her confidence vanishes. She just doesn't fit in, and I don't know why. She had no problem making friends in New York City. She was reasonably popular at her school in Manhattan. Why doesn't she have friends here?

"Should I go off the diving board or go down to the shallow end?" Eva asks, leaning against her arm, her dark green eyes tracking every move the girls make.

"Do what you want to do."

She hesitates and then slips off the lounge chair and drops her towel. "Okay. I'll swim in the deep end."

I shouldn't be, but I'm nervous as I sit in my lounge chair at the edge of the Points Country Club pool, watching Eva paddle around the deep end trying to get the other girls to notice her.

Just as she's done all summer. Just as she did last summer after we'd moved here.

I try not to stare at the group of girls playing just out of Eva's reach. Why don't they like her? Why won't they include her?

Eva's staring at them, too. She's clinging to the tiled wall and watching with wistful eyes as they splash and laugh.

Despite my studied nonchalance, I worry. I hate that wishful expression on Eva's face. It's so not who she is, so not who she should be.

Eva's brilliant. In kindergarten, she read at a sixth-grade reading level. This summer, she's managed many of the classics quite nicely. Her favorite cities are Tokyo and London.

So why doesn't Eva fit in?

Eva's decided she wants to be popular, and not just popular, she wants in with the most popular girls, the exclusive clique of the very rich, very pretty girls who aren't at all interested in being friends with her. And instead of accepting their lack of interest, she's determined to change them. Or her. Neither being a winning proposition.

Earlier in the year, I tried to explain to Eva that wanting to be liked, and wanting to be popular, is the kiss of death. I told her that she was just giving away her power, giving it to girls who don't deserve it, but Eva shook her head and answered with that martyred saint expression of hers, "Some people like to be liked."

She's right. I never needed people the way she does. I never cared what people thought. I still don't. My parents say I marched to a different drum from the time I could walk, and I've made my living being different. Apart. Unique. First as a graphic designer, now as the head of my own advertising company. My vision creates my art, and my art isn't just what I do, it's who I am.

I knew the move from New York to the Pacific Northwest would be difficult for me. I never expected it to be so hard on Eva. I grew up here, in Seattle, and left as soon as I turned eighteen. I never planned on returning-this was where my parents lived, not me-but then eighteen months ago, a work opportunity arose and I took it.

Despite my misgivings.

I watch Eva, my stomach in knots. We should have stayed in New York.

"Eva!" I lean forward and call to her. She turns to look at me, her long dark hair streaming water. "Want to go?"

She scrubs a hand across her wet cheeks, her gypsy eyes too wise for her years, eyelashes long, dense, and black. In the last year, I've begun to see the hint of the cheekbones that will one day come. She has my face. I wasn't pretty as a child, either; my looks came much later, when I was older, sometime late during college.

"Not yet, Mom." Her attention's caught by the cluster of little girls climbing from the pool and race-walking to the diving board.

The little girls are pretty in that golden shimmer of late summer-tan, long limbed, sun-streaked hair. They have cute little noses that turn up, wide wet-lashed eyes, and gaptoothed smiles where baby teeth come and go. Children of privilege. Children who grow up belonging to country clubs and private tennis clubs and, if you're very lucky and live on the water, one of the exclusive yacht clubs, too.

Hugging the pool wall tighter, Eva watches the giggling girls take turns jumping and diving off the board, trying to outdo one another with big splashes and new cool maneuvers.

And behind the diving board are the little girls' nannies and moms. You can tell which girl belongs to which mom. Children and parents come in matching sets here, neat, tidy, incredibly groomed. Most of the moms wouldn't dream of actually getting in the pool with their children, despite being in outstanding shape (thanks to private fitness trainers and visits to a local, exceptional plastic surgeon who never names names).

I'm not pointing fingers, though. I wouldn't get in the pool here, either (although I have, when Eva's been especially lonely and desperate for companionship), not when every woman on the side will stare, sizing you up and down as you peel off your clothes, drop your towel, and climb in the pool.

They'll give you the same once-over as you climb out, too.

Each time. Every time.

And I guarantee nearly every woman is silently measuring. Comparing. Do I look that fat? Is her figure better than mine? Does she have flab? Dimples? Do my thighs jiggle like that, too?

These thoughts remind me of why I loved New York. New York was cool and sharp, beautiful in a hard, glistening way Bellevue isn't.

Bellevue, a suburb of Seattle, is soft, squishy, with exceptional public schools, big shingle houses fronted by emerald green lawns, sprawling upscale malls, and a Starbucks on every other corner. In this place of affluence and comfort, I feel alien.

Like Eva. But not. Because I don't want to fit in. I don't want to be like these women who have too much time on their diamond-ringed hands and who drive immaculate Lexus and Mercedes SUVs.

The girls swim close to Eva, and suddenly Eva is pushing off the wall and swimming toward them. I'm torn between exasperation and admiration. She tries every day. She doesn't give up. How can I not respect her tenacity? I never liked no for an answer. I should be glad she doesn't, either.

"I can dive," Eva says to them, smiling too big, trying too hard, setting my teeth on edge. "Want to see?"

One of the girls, I think it's Jemma Young, makes a face. "No."

But Eva, now that she's finally made the first move, persists. "I'm hoping we're going to be in the same class again this year."

Jemma rolls her eyes at the other girls. "Yippee. That'd be fun."

I press my nails harder into my palms at Jemma's smart answer. Why didn't Jemma's mom teach her any manners?

"So fun," another little girl chimes in sarcastically, playing Jemma's game.

The little girls are all giggling and looking back and forth from Jemma to Eva.

I feel wild on the inside, like a mama bear needing to protect her cub. But I don't get up. I don't do anything. This is Eva's battle. She must learn to fend for herself. Even when it breaks my heart.

Jemma and girls flick their wet hair and swim toward the side of the pool. As Jemma hauls herself out of the pool using the ladder, she glances at the others, lined up little duck style right behind her.

"Let's go get ice cream," she announces imperiously.

The little duck friends follow.

Eva tries to follow.

She starts to climb the ladder, and she's smiling, keeping that too wide, too hopeful smile fixed on her face just in case Jemma turns around and asks her to join them. But of course they don't ask her. They walk away, heading toward the snack bar.

And Eva's smile starts to fall. Her face is so open, so revealing. The anger in me rises again. I want to take Eva by the shoulders. Shake her. They're not going to ask you to play. They're not going to include you. Stop hoping. Stop making them so powerful. Stop allowing them to hurt you.

Eva doesn't know yet what I know about the world and being female. She doesn't understand that you have to establish yourself, establish your identity and boundaries, young. Girls can be vicious, far more cruel than boys, because their world is made up of language, stories, and secrets. Too often, little girls and women start a conversation with, "Don't tell anyone ..." Three words I've learned that too often lead to pain.

In the boy world, any boy can join in provided he can spit farther, ran faster, hit harder. The boy world isn't an inner circle, but a totem pole hierarchy based on strength, guts, courage. Bravado.

It's the world I'd give Eva if I could. Instead, Eva's world makes me sweat. Bleed.

Goddamn town. Goddamn country club. Goddamn girls who won't let Eva in.

I gather Eva's magazines, placing the copy of Elegant Bride and Modern Bride in my tote bag before rising from my chair and holding up her striped towel. "Eva," I call to her, "want to go to Cold Stone?"

She's still watching the girls drip their way around the pool, past the mothers clustered at tables and lounge chairs, toward the snack bar nestled against the country club's shingled wall.

"I could just get a Popsicle here," she says, her wistful gaze never leaving Jemma and gang.

I spot Jemma's mom, Taylor Young, across the pool. Taylor blows Jemma a kiss as her daughter passes. Taylor Young, the original Bellevue Babe in her fitted light blue Polo shirt and short white tennis skirt.

Taylor, Taylor, Taylor. Wife of VP of Business Development Nathan Young, room mom, school auction chair, president of the PTA. Why? Because nobody must do it better.

Blech. I'd rather shoot myself between the eyes than spend every afternoon at Points Elementary.

But that's not nice of me. Taylor can't possibly spend every afternoon at school. She obviously does other things. Like highlight her hair. Visit Mystic Tan. Botox her brow.

Am I bitter? Hell, no. I'd hate Taylor's life. I love working, love my career and my colleagues, the intensity and challenge of it all. My life is one of taking risks. That's what brought me back to the Pacific Northwest, after all.

"Can I ask Jemma for a sleepover?" Eva asks timidly.

I'm jolted by Eva's question. Jemma Young for a sleepover? Oh, Eva. Jemma Young doesn't even treat you nicely. Why do you want her as your friend?

But I don't say it. I hold my breath instead, count to three, and then exhale. As I exhale, I draw Eva toward me, wrap her towel around her shoulders. "She might already have other plans."

Eva shrugs. "She might not." Her shoulders are so thin. She's tall, bony, delicate.

"That's true."

"And I haven't had a sleepover all summer."

When I was growing up, playdates and sleepovers weren't the thing they are now. Maybe now and then you had a friend over, but it wasn't this almost daily round robin of going to friends' houses that dominates the Points Elementary School scene. "That's true, too."

Eva smiles at me. "So it's okay?"

(Continues...)



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  • Posted January 4, 2013

    Marta is ok with all the decisions she has made and doesn¿t feel

    Marta is ok with all the decisions she has made and doesn’t feel the pressure to fit in until her daughter Eva is affected. Porter does a great job of showing the struggle of fitting in from both the mom and daughter perspectives. Marta tries to do it for her daughter after she overhears people talking, and Eva just wants to fit in (and all of us have felt that way at some point in our lives.) I grew up with a single mom and I thought Jane did a great job with the mother/daughter relationship. Loved it!

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  • Posted January 3, 2013

    Not your average Suburban mom. Marta, a single mother does her

    Not your average Suburban mom. Marta, a single mother does her best to raise her daughter Eva, who just wishes her mom was like the other girls' mom's at her school. She does her best to fit in, but refuses to change some of the things she loves. She finds love when she least expects it. This was a fun book and hard to put down.

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  • Posted December 27, 2012

    Marta Zinsser is not your typical mom.  She doesn't care about f

    Marta Zinsser is not your typical mom.  She doesn't care about fashion and makes no apologies for it. She likes to be different.  While the other moms in her wealthy Seattle neighborhood are driving expensive cars, Marta is riding on her Harley Davidson motorcycle.  Marta is perfectly happy the way she is, however her 10 year old daughter wishes she could be more like the other moms.  This is a great book about embracing your unique style and being comfortable in your own skin.  Marta definitely marches to the beat of her own drum and doesn't conform to society's "norm".  




    This is a must read book.  It leaves you feeling good about being different!

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  • Posted July 12, 2012

    Enjoyed it!

    Really enjoyed the book!

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  • Posted December 1, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    great book

    The Odd Mom Out by Jane Porter
    Marta works at home in the advertising area. She attends PTA's and just does NOT feel like she belongs - her ideas, and clothing, her lifestyle, nothing.
    Eva her daughter is all about fitting in. Her mom overhear the women talking about her daughter and her clothes. She is devastated but so happy her daughter
    didn't hear.
    Her daughter wants her to hang around with other mothers in hopes she will become more like them, dress properly and feminine and not stand out by wearing her
    combat boots, holy jeans and driving her motorcycle.
    Marta has vowed to never fall in love with a guy again but she keeps running into a macho man everywhere she goes in town.
    She deals with business problems and her daughter is acting out by doing cruel things to herself, and her mom being sick isn't helping.
    I like this book for a few reasons: the mom is going through wandering around lost as she has alzeihemers, hits home as we are dealing with the disease with a family
    member. Like the scenery of the Seattle area-places I've yet to go when we visit my daughter and her family.
    Her friend who travels to visit them puts her foot down and intervenes to get her to start dating.
    Her daughter is also helping in that regard.
    Is this just what she needed or should she get back to working in her business as it's on a downfall? As life goes on
    business is now her personal life, they are one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2011

    Entertaining read...you will be cheering for Marta!

    Great read, my first by this author. Love how she develops Marta to be this kick-a$$ woman, who shows her vulnerability and doubts with child rearing, and love. Enjoyed the relationship building between Marta and Luke. Pretty good character developement and very entertaining!

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  • Posted May 22, 2011

    A Fun Read!

    This was my first Jane Porter book and I was surprised at how good it was! Jane does a great job of relating motherhood, work, and acceptance---this book has something for every woman. I read this book in about 2-3 days and was dying for more,I couldn't wait to see what happened with Marta, Eva, and Taylor.

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  • Posted May 14, 2011

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    A fun read!

    Enjoyable, light read without being "cotton candy." Fun!

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  • Posted September 24, 2010

    Loved this!

    One of the best first person books I've ever read and the humor had me laughing out loud.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 24, 2010

    I came away with nothing - not even a chuckle.

    I thought the book was one big whine from an over privileged character, whose selfishness drove her life.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2010

    Loved it!

    Odd mom out was a great book and left me wanting to read the rest of the series asap.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2008

    Loved it!

    This was the first book I read by this author and it will not be the last. I LOVED this book!! I was hooked from page one. I loved Marta's spunk and how she handled herself with the stay-at-home moms. I felt her internal struggle with trying to validate her daughter's feelings about being friends with the popular girls, however trying to raise her daughter to just be herself. Marta prides herself on being independent and created a world that she doesn't allow anyone in, in fear that it will disrupt her life. Then she meets Luke and realizes that she hasn't been living at all. I can't wait to read the follow-up 'Mrs. Perfect'. 4.5/5

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2008

    A reviewer

    Odd Mom Out is a humorous look at managing motherhood, a business, volunteer work, an ill mother and a relationship. Marta Zinsser and her daughter, Eva, move from Manhattan to the Eastside of Seattle to be closer to her mother, who has Alzheimer¿s. Life in Manhattan was easier, Marta never worried about fitting in. The affluent neighborhood she now lives in is filled with cookie cutter moms. Nine year old, Eva wants to be the most popular girl in school but the in crowd is cruel and not accepting. When she purchases a book with instructions on how to be popular, Eva begins a quest to conform her and her mother to the local norm. Marta is a devoted, single mother, having made a baby by ordering sperm off the internet, and runs an ad business from her home. She drives a Harley, wears combat boots and doesn¿t believe in conforming. However, for her daughter¿s happiness she consents to be a room mother, chaperone on field trips and do volunteer work at the school. No matter how hard she tries the ¿A Team,¿ is rude and snooty. Marta has not been on a date in ten years. When she meets, tall, dark and handsome, Luke Flynn she feels an immediate connection. Juggling motherhood, a business, volunteer work, an ill mother, and a relationship is not easy but Marta is up to the challenge. Odd Mom Out is a book about the relationships, having faith in yourself, taking chances and learning to trust others. The love Marta and her daughter have for each other is an accurate depiction of a true mother daughter connection Marta is a character women can relate to, she is intelligent, independent and yet vulnerable. Jane Porter is talented, she manages to blend humor, and warmth to create a story woman will enjoy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2008

    Being the Same as Everyone Else is Boring!!!

    I seriously had trouble putting this book down. Every spare minute I had, I'd read. I praise the single mom's out there.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 28, 2007

    It's ok to be different

    Jane Porter has done it again! With her latest publication, we meet another strong, independent female who isn't afraid to stand out, despite the pleading from her nine year old daughter. Wonderful novel that leaves you with a good feeling about life. Definetely worth a read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2007

    Awesome Book- Must Read!!!

    Wow! What a great book by Jane Porter! She always creates such realistic characters I feel like I've known for years. This is a must read for all moms and women!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    deep character study

    In Seattle Marta Zinsser has always ignored convention and just fitting in. Instead Marta prefers not just thinking out of the box, but breaking the comfort confinement that the box provides to those who hide inside it. Her independence has led to her owning a somewhat successful advertising firm.----------------- However, single mother Marta has one gorilla problem that worries her. Her ten-year-old daughter, Eva, a product of a sperm bank withdrawal, wants to fit in with her peers at school, but her mom is the antithesis of the other parents. Whereas the other mothers dress in feminine garb, Marta wears combat boots. Feeling hemorrhoids and ulcers coming on if she has to join the stereotype motherhood society Marta still tries for compromise and even begins dating again. However, all this sidebar efforts of motherhood and dating in search of pleasing others tires Marta and suddenly impacts her business.-------------- Marta turns ODD MOM OUT into a deep character study that focuses on personal and professional relationships that require comprise to achieve consensus and that there is only 24 hours in a day with sleep as a detractor so juggling everything means dropping some things. Hopefully the person selectively chooses to dump minor items. Fully developed characters Marta and Eva share an interesting mother-daughter relationship as the older Zinsser prefers being different while the younger needs to belong (the antithesis of the chip off the old block). Readers will appreciate the Zinsser females in conflict seeking compromise as both learn you can¿t do everything to please others.---------------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2007

    WOW. I loved it.

    Truly one of the best books I've read in a while. Jane Porter did an amazing job of capturing the emotional dynamic between her main character, Marta, and Marta's daughter Eva. There are several amazingly absorbing sub-plots that kept me flying through the pages I couldn't put it down. I laughed, I cried, and I rooted for Marta all the way. A must-read!!!!!

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