Once Upon a Time, There Was You

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From the beloved New York Times bestselling author of Home Safe and The Last Time I Saw You comes a beautiful and moving novel about a man and woman, long divorced, who rediscover the power of love and family in the midst of an unthinkable crisis. 

Even on their wedding day, John and Irene sensed that they were about to make a mistake. Years later, divorced, dating other people, and living in different parts of the country, they seem to have nothing in common—nothing except...

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Overview

From the beloved New York Times bestselling author of Home Safe and The Last Time I Saw You comes a beautiful and moving novel about a man and woman, long divorced, who rediscover the power of love and family in the midst of an unthinkable crisis. 

Even on their wedding day, John and Irene sensed that they were about to make a mistake. Years later, divorced, dating other people, and living in different parts of the country, they seem to have nothing in common—nothing except the most important person in each of their lives: Sadie, their spirited eighteen-year-old  daughter. Feeling smothered by Irene and distanced from John, Sadie is growing more and more attached to her new boyfriend, Ron.
When tragedy strikes, Irene and John come together to support the daughter they love so dearly. What takes longer is to remember how they really feel about each other.

Elizabeth Berg has once again created characters who embody the many shades of the human spirit. Reading Berg’s fiction allows us to reflect on our deepest emotions, and her gifts as a writer make Once Upon a Time, There Was You a wonderful novel about the power of love, the unshakeable bonds of family, and the beauty of second chances.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In Berg's anemic new novel, John and Irene Marsh, though divorced for some time, remain adoring parents to daughter Sadie, who is about to start college. Both parents are now in their fifties and trying to sort out dating and relationships, with varying levels of success. But when Sadie is kidnapped, their separate lives quickly cleave, and coping with the tragedy means that they must come together as a family. When Sadie is safely returned, and rushes into marriage, John and Irene are forced to deal with their own failures, and finally start to understand where they went wrong (as well as what they did right). Unfortunately, Berg doesn't give readers a reason to like care for any of her players, much less to invest in their relationship. And the kidnapping, both exploitative and anticlimactic, is too contrived, nothing but mechanics, the most obvious of inciting incidents. If Berg (The Last Time I Saw You) is out to plumb the depths of the modern marriage in the hopes of touching the profound, it fails to come across here. (Apr.)
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Praise for Elizabeth Berg
 
“[Berg] has a knack for taking you right into the soul of her characters, as they respond to joy and tragedy in a perfectly imperfect way.”—Chicago Sun-Times, about The Last Time I Saw You
 
“Truth rings clearly from every page. Berg captures the way women think—and especially the way they talk to other women—as well as any writer I can think of.”—The Charlottesville Observer, about Talk Before Sleep
 
“Lyrical from start to finish . . . Shaped by Berg’s artistic talents, these stories of ordinary people in ordinary situations are anything but ordinary.”—Fort Worth Star-Telegram, about Ordinary Life
 
“Berg writes with humor and understanding about matters of the heart.”—St. Louis Post-Dispatch, about Until the Real Thing Comes Along
 
“An enchanting and empathic storyteller, Berg delights in the eccentricities that shape complex personalities and excels in decoding the chemistry and paradoxes of relationships. She is also an avid appreciator of the pleasures of food, funny and assuring on the subject of age, and an advocate for kindness. All these elements are at work in her latest comedy of marriage. . . . All is droll and intriguing until Berg swerves, briefly, into the realm of terror, thus dramatically deepening questions about fear, love, family, and what one makes of one’s life. Berg’s tender and wise novels are oases in a harsh world.”—Booklist

“This addictive read shows anew what a wonderful writing talent Berg is: strong characters illuminate a tender story about what makes a marriage work (or not), and how a family binds itself together despite things that pull it apart.”—Library Journal 

Kirkus Reviews

The prolific Berg delivers the goods in this perceptive novel about a divorced couple reunited when their daughter goes missing.

Eighteen-year-old Sadie spends most of the year in San Francisco with her mother Irene (neurotic, funny, lonely) and a few weeks a year with her architect father John in their native St. Paul. When Sadie returns home from one of these visits, she convinces Irene to let her go rock climbing with a group of friends—at John's urging, Irene agrees. However, neither of them know that Sadie is in love and is instead meeting Ron for a romantic weekend. Ron's late, Sadie's furious, she gets a lift with a stranger and the worst happens—the stranger kidnaps her, threatens her life and locks her in a windowless shed. When Sadie doesn't return home, Irene panics and calls John, who hops on the next flight to San Francisco. As soon as they are together, it is clear why they divorced—they infuriate and mistrust one another, they share no common language. By this time, Berg has built their respective back stories: their equally tragic childhoods, their mutual terror of marriage, their miserable attempts at relationships in the 10 years since their divorce. After days of contemplating her impending death, Sadie is rescued by the police (thanks to Ron), and when she finally calls home, she has some news for her parents—she and Ron have eloped. Though grateful Sadie is alive, relief quickly turns to anger and disbelief that their level-headed girl could do something as foolish as get married. All of John and Irene's dysfunction comes to bear on the issue, and Berg fashions an affecting portrait of divorce, of a couple for whom love was not enough. The seemingly romantic title refers to John and Irene and their too-late realization that they didn't know how to make love grow, though now there may be a chance for John back in St. Paul with a pretty widow, and a younger man for Irene.

Berg's masterful portraits and keen insight makes for a memorable read.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345517326
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/4/2011
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 768,861
  • Product dimensions: 5.11 (w) x 7.98 (h) x 0.67 (d)

Meet the Author

Elizabeth Berg
Elizabeth Berg is the author of many bestselling novels, as well as two collections of short stories and two works of nonfiction. Open House was an Oprah’s Book Club selection, Durable Goods and Joy School were selected as ALA Best Books of the Year, and Talk Before Sleep was short-listed for an ABBY Award. Berg has been honored by both the Boston Public Library and the Chicago Public Library, and is a recipient of the New England Booksellers Award for her body of work. Her writing has been translated into twenty-seven languages, and she adapted her novel Pull of the Moon into a play that has been successfully performed on two stages in the Chicago area. Berg lives in Chicago.

Biography

Elizabeth Berg made her mark as a promising writer with the publication of her first novel, Durable Goods (1993), the story of Katie, a 12-year-old girl reeling from her mother's death while her abusive father drags her from town to town. The book, like Katie, was tough but tender, and the American Library Association named it a Best Book of the Year.

Since then, Berg has written subsequent novels, most of them, like Durable Goods, sincere, unpretentious, somewhat sentimental, and focused on an event that changes a woman's life. In Joy School (1997), a continuation of Katie's story, the crucible is her first taste of romance; in What We Keep (1998), it's a girl's abandonment by her mother; in Until the Real Thing Comes Along (1999), it's a woman's love for a gay man. All are grounded in the realistic minutiae of family life: irksome marriages, tempestuous parent-child relationships, love, betrayal, and resolution.

Although her books have received mixed reviews from critics, Berg remains immensely popular with readers who appreciate her fine powers of observation and honest descriptions. Her command of authentic details is on best display in her medically-themed titles. Before she became a full-time writer, Berg was a registered nurse, where she accumulated an endless store of observations related to sickness, healing, and the emotional toll that health crises take on people. In Range of Motion, Berg wrote about the experience of a comatose man; in Talk Before Sleep, about a nurse caring for a good friend who is succumbing to cancer; in Never Change, about a nurse treating an incurably ill man who also happens to have been a childhood acquaintance.

Although Berg's plots can occasionally be predictable, equally predictable is her taut, intelligent foray into the forces that shape ordinary people's lives -- especially women's lives -- and her exploration of the infinite resilience of the human spirit.

Good To Know

Berg had an experience she used for the straight-gay relationship in Until the Real Thing Comes Along: Her college love later came out to her after the two had broken up. The character of Ethan is modeled on that college boyfriend.

Berg hasn't managed to get her way when it comes to titling her books, usually getting overruled by her agent and editor. She wanted to call Durable Goods The King of Wands, after a tarot card; Range of Motion would have been Telling Songs; and Open House would have been The Hotel Meatloaf. Perhaps Berg should be thankful for her handlers?

Durable Goods was never meant to have a sequel, Berg says in a publisher's interview, but she ended up writing Joy School (and later True to Form) because she missed the original characters. Berg explains: "There was just a time when I was lying in the bathtub, and I thought about Katie, and I got out of the bathtub and started writing about her to see what she was up to."

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    1. Hometown:
      Chicago, Illinois
    1. Date of Birth:
      December 2, 1948
    2. Place of Birth:
      St. Paul, Minnesota
    1. Education:
      Attended the University of Minnesota; St. Mary’s College, A.A.S.

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1

When eighteen-year-old Sadie Marsh comes from California to visit her father in Minnesota, she sleeps in a bedroom decorated for her much younger self: a ruffled canopy bed, a white dresser with fairies painted on it, wallpaper with pink and white stripes, a bedside lamp with a wishing well base. Neither John nor his daughter has ever made a move to change one thing about that room; Sadie still sleeps under a pile of stuffed animals, the ones she left behind.

It's a warm Sunday in late August, and John is sitting on the front porch, feeding peanuts to the squirrel that has ventured up the steps and over to him. He's waiting for his daughter to come out the door to announce that this is really it; she has everything now, she's ready to go to the airport. She's been here for the usual length of time-one week. She's not even gone, but already he is feeling a wide band around his middle start to tighten. When he drops her at the airport, neither of them will express any regret at her leave-taking: it is an unspoken agreement that they keep every parting casual, that they do not make a bad situation worse with what they both would describe as fussing and carrying on, a phrase that John's Atlanta-born mother was fond of using, and one that she in fact employed every time they parted. "No fussin' and cahn' on, now," she would say, her white- gloved hand beneath his chin, her eyes crinkled at the sides the way they did when she smiled. "I'm gon' see you real soon, just you wait; you won't hardly know I've been gone."

He did wait. And wait.

Sadie has Irene's looks: auburn hair, hazel eyes that lean toward green, a fair complexion that burns at the mention of sun. She's tall, with a delicate bone structure, wrists so tiny she can almost never find a watch to fit her. But her nature is more like her father's: she's an outdoor type, confident in athletics, a person who is more irritated than inspired by poetry, an even-keeled young woman who rarely takes things personally. She has a loud laugh, an infectious one; even when Sadie was a toddler, Irene would say, "You can't hear her laugh and not join right in, even if you're mad at her. Especially if you're mad at her."

John hears Sadie coming down the stairs and tosses the rest of the peanuts into a corner of the porch. The squirrel stands there on its hind legs, its tail flicking, then opts for running off the porch rather than heading for the feast. "Hey!" John says. He moves to the top step to watch the squirrel run to the elm tree on the boulevard, then rapidly ascend. From the highest limb, it stares down at John. "Get your peanuts," John says, pointing, but the squirrel only stares.

"All set, Dad," Sadie says. She has her overstuffed backpack in one hand, her suitcase in the other, and he can tell from the tone of her voice that she, too, is having a hard time keeping upbeat. Never mind a deep and abiding love; he and his daughter really like each other. One week four times a year is not enough for either of them, but it is the best solution for now. In winter and summer, Sadie comes to St. Paul; in spring and fall, John goes out to San Francisco, where he stays in a hotel and visits with both Irene and Sadie, but that never quite works out-if he sees Sadie alone, she seems to feel bad for her mother; if they all get together, it's excruciating. The truth is, John doesn't like Irene much anymore, and he doesn't think she cares for him, either. They've grown apart in large ways and small. Irene identifies herself as a conservative liberal now, which John can't fathom. She's overly concerned about order and cleanliness in her flat- it's impossible to relax there. She prefers cats to dogs, which is almost worse than being a conservative. She's taken to wearing makeup and recently dyed her hair to cover the gray-Sadie says it's the influence of her latest man friend, a guy named Don Strauss, who believes aging people should "fight the good fight."

"Oh, please," John said, when Sadie told him this. And Sadie shrugged and said, "He's not so bad. He makes really good vegetable lasagna. He puts goat cheese in there."

"Well, that counts for something," John said, but privately he was thinking, Right, I'll bet he's another vegetarian. Another Unitarian vegetarian who holds up peace signs at street corners every Saturday afternoon and aspires to live in a Mongolian yurt. He waited for Sadie to say more about Don, but she didn't, and he didn't ask. Another unspoken agreement. He didn't ask about the men in Sadie's mother's life; Irene didn't ask about the women in his. Not that there were many to ask about. The last time he had a semi-serious relationship was five years ago, and that blew up when he wouldn't agree to lock his black Lab mix, emphasis on mix, out of his room on the nights she slept over. The woman complained that the dog snored and farted; John allowed that she did, too, and that was that. Festus died last year, and John thinks he's almost ready to get another dog. An Irish wolfhound, he's thinking, mostly because Sadie said she knows of a rescue group that recently took one in. "They're awfully big," John told her, and she said, "Exactly."

On the way to the airport, John looks over to see Sadie fooling around with her iPod. "Don't you dare put those plugs in your ears and disappear," he says. "Please."

"I'm not. I'm just getting it ready for the plane."

"I don't see why you young people can't step away from electronics for ten seconds of your life." Young people! Well, that's it: he's officially old now.

"Dad. I hardly used anything at your house the whole time I was there. I texted, like, twice."

John doesn't believe her. He saw the light under her door when he went past at night, and he heard the tap-tap-tapping. But he doesn't challenge her; at least she was courteous enough not to be constantly texting in front of him. He resents the very posture of people who are online, the way they bend their backs over their various devices, blocking out any possibility that they might engage with a real live person, who would never come with enough apps to satisfy them, let's face it. Virtual is so much more exciting than real. But only if you don't know how to look and listen, is what John thinks. He made Sadie sit out on the porch swing with him one night, just to hear the crickets and, later, to see the fireflies. He was gratified to hear her say, after about fifteen minutes, "Wow. This is nice."

Sadie puts the iPod in her backpack and zips it shut. "I'm going to get you one of these," she says. "I'll load it up with good music; you can see what I listen to."

"Sweetheart?"

"No, you'd like a lot of the songs! You really would."

"Okay, but no rap."

"Some rap. You'll see."

He stops for a red light and looks over at her. "You're an awfully pretty girl, you know that?"

She rolls her eyes.

"You're going to break some econ major's heart."

"Econ?"

"Veterinary medicine?"

"Better."

A great sadness comes over him, but he makes his voice light to say, "So! What's in store for the last of the summer?"

"Well. A challenge. A bunch of us are going rock climbing next weekend. If Mom will let me. So far she says no way."

"What are you going to climb?"

"Just Mount Tam, and only the lowest slab. Some people wanted to go to Mammoth Mountain, myself included, but that's a six-hour drive."

"Since when do you know anything about rock climbing?"

She shrugs. "I've done it a lot in gym class. Mom doesn't want me to do the real thing. You want to hear her pithy words of wisdom? 'Sadie, if you go rock climbing and you fall, you'll land on a rock.'"

She looks over at John, and he has to smile. That would be Irene.

"But I want to learn to do this," Sadie says. "And I'll be with people who know a lot about it. I have a friend who's been climbing with his family since he was six years old. He says it's great. He also says the only way to know yourself is to challenge yourself-in a hard way, so that you're really scared. He says what you do in times like that is what you are."

John nods. "I suppose there's some truth to that."

"You think?"

"Yeah."

"Have you ever done that? Taken on a challenge that really, really scared you?"

Marrying your mother. Didn't work out so well. "Not really," he says.

"Maybe you should try rock climbing."

"Yeah, not for me, I don't think. So are you going to need ropes and pickaxes and oxygen masks and all that stuff?"

"Dad."

"Well, what do I know?"

"It's not mountain climbing; it's rock climbing. All I need is climbing shoes. My friend gave me a pair of his sister's-they're almost brand new, and they fit just fine."

"I'll get you your own pair."

"Let's see if I like it first," Sadie says, and John feels a rush of pride in his daughter for being so practical and unselfish, for not taking him up on every offer he makes to buy her things. There's no doubt she understands that guilt is a pretty good wallet cracker after a divorce, even many years after a divorce, and she chooses not to capitalize on that. She was a child who would never dump a bowl full of Halloween candy left untended on someone's porch into her bag, or even take more than one piece. He used to worry sometimes that she was too good, and took an odd sort of comfort in the times she did act up.

"What you could do," Sadie says, "is talk to Mom and convince her to let me try this."

"Okay. I'll tell her it's fine with me. I'll tell her it's important that you take on physical as well as mental challenges. I think I can bring her around."

"Thanks. What's your next challenge?"

"There's an old building on Wabasha I'm trying to buy. I'm just starting negotiations. My God, the ceilings on that place are-"

"I mean a personal challenge."

"Renovation is personal to me. Since I was your age. Since before that."

"I know. I know all about your matchbox cities when you were a little boy, and how you tried to save your first old building when you were sixteen, and how you won first prize in the science fair for your city of the future. . . ."

"That was an incredible city."

"I'm sure it was. But I meant more along the lines of when are you going to date again? That kind of challenge."

"I'm fifty-six years old, Sadie."

"And?"

"I think I'm all done with that."

"You so are not!"

"I'm not really all that interested."

"Well, you should be. It's not good to be alone. To be honest, I worry about you a little bit, Dad. You don't even comb your hair half the time."

"I have a cowlick."

"Yeah, but you don't comb it half the time, either. And you don't eat well. I don't think you're uninterested in dating; I think you don't know how to go about meeting single women. Why don't you put an ad in the paper? That's what Mom does, and she's your age. Just write an ad, or go online, and see what-"

"Absolutely not. I am not dating someone I meet online." He will never admit that, one night, he looked around on Match.com. Sat before his computer in his shorts and T-shirt, drinking a beer, looking for someone who wasn't there. Not even close. Something occurs to him. "Are you meeting people online? Are you going mountain climbing with someone you met online?"

"No, Dad. And it's rock climbing. And I'm going with a whole group of people from school-if I even go. I'm just saying you should get out more. There's more to life than work."

"As I've been told. And told."

"Well, there is."

He signals for the exit to the airport. "I'll tell you what. If you climb a rock, I'll ask a woman out."

"Yeah, how will you meet her, though?"

"I have my ways."

"Name them."

"You'll see."

"You have one week," Sadie says. "That's when the climb is."

"Deal." He pulls over to the curb to let her out and puts the car into park. He lays his hand against the side of his daughter's face and sighs. Kisses her forehead. "All right. Get out of my car."

"I thought you'd never ask." She leans over to embrace him. "Don't call me all the time," she says into his ear, and he says, "Don't call me all the time," and then she is gone. Though she does turn back before she goes through the glass doors. Turns and blows him a kiss, and he waves back.

He pulls out into the traffic and blinks once, twice. Clears his throat. Then he turns on the radio and boosts the volume.

He thinks about whether or not he should make his next move with Amy Becker. Because what Sadie doesn't know is that he's already met someone; it was over a month ago. It was in a way he'd rather not share with his daughter. Or with anyone else.

2

On a cold November evening when Irene was fourteen years old, she was in her bedroom doing homework, and her mother was in the kitchen, making hamburger soup. It smelled so good, and Irene was impatient for her father to come home so they could eat dinner. But then the smell changed; something was burning. "Mom?" Irene called from her room. No reply, and the smell intensified. Irene came out into the hall. "Mom?"

She went into the kitchen and turned off the burner, then opened the back door to let the smoky air out. She saw that the light in the garage was on, and supposed that her mother had gotten caught up in cleaning something out there; she was always complaining about what a mess it was in the garage. "Hey, Mom!" Irene called from the doorway. She was in her stocking feet, and didn't want to put shoes and a coat on. But when her mother didn't answer, Irene did put on her shoes. She didn't bother with a coat-she'd only be a minute. She pushed open the garage door and bumped into something: her mother, hanging from the rafter, a length of clothesline around her neck. Wearing her flowered apron. One shoe off, one shoe on. Irene backed away, ran into the house, and called her father at his office. "You must never tell anyone this," he said later. "And we will not speak of it again." Heart attack, they told everyone.

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Interviews & Essays

Dear Reader,

It's that time of year again, near-spring, when I'm one step short of going out and tugging on whatever shoots of green I can find. I am heartened by the sight of robins everywhere, even if the buds on the trees remain tightly closed. Spring is an exercise in having faith and learning patience: It will come, when it's ready; and then I can engage in my favorite practice of sitting on the front porch and watching dogs walk by with their people.

On April 5, Random House will release my new novel, Once Upon a Time, There Was You. This is the story of a long-divorced couple who are thrust together again after something terrible happens to the only thing they still have in common: their 18 year old daughter. I wanted to see what happened if you put two people who used to be in an intimate relationship, but now are estranged, back together. Would they remember what they used to love about each other? Would they see all over again what they hated? Might they get back together again?

The other day, I was doing an interview for this novel, and I told the woman interviewing me that I was struck by how many times I've heard people—both men and women, but mostly women—say they walked down the aisle knowing it was the wrong this to do, but they did it anyway. The interviewer paused, then said, "That's what I did. And I got divorced. But then we got back together." Bingo! I thought, what changed in those two people that made them able to be with each other in a way they could not be before? What does marriage require, really? What does the act of loving honestly and fully require? That's the kind of thing my novel looks at.

It wouldn't be a book of mine if it didn't also celebrate female friendship. And there is, as usual, a mix of humor and pathos. But there is also something brand new, which is suspense. An element of real creepiness. But I'll just keep you in…well, suspense about what that is.

I recently read a quote by Marie Von Ebner-Eschenbach that I loved, which says, "An interesting book is food that makes us hungry." I hope that's what my book does. In addition to being an enjoyable read that makes you laugh and perhaps tear up a little, too, I want it to make you think, to make you wonder, to take a look at your own life in new ways. If that happens, we'll both be satisfied.

Thank you for reading this letter, thanks for buying my books, and most of all, thanks for making the dream of a 9-year old with crooked bangs and a heart full of longing to share what she felt inside, come true.

Sincerely,
Elizabeth Berg

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 4, 2011

    No longer an Elizabeth Berg fan!

    The quality of writing in this novel suffers in comparison to Ms. Berg's earlier work. It almost seems like the book was written by several different people and then poorly stitched together by an impatient editor. There are verb tense inconsistencies, poor pronoun identification, and a failure of plot consistency. Transitions are poor and clumsy and sometimes confusing. Reminiscences are poorly integrated into present situations, leaving the reader puzzled about time and setting. A traumatic event occurs to one of the characters, but is left largely unresolved and treated unrealistically and only partially explained.....and barely referenced afterward. The characters are poorly defined and their voices are indistinct from each other. I could not form a connection or bond with any of them. Odd wording ( ex: the cat's death was "nigh"; he "made love quite adroitly") and even odder inconsistencies (ex: it is August, yet a character is shivering and wishing for hot chocolate; the mother is somehow able to support herself and her daughter with a part time catering job in San Fransisco; someone eats a BLT with a fork) made this book very frustrating. I understand the concept of literary license, but Berg pushes the premise past credulity. Ms. Berg is a better writer than this. Talk Before Sleep, Joy School, and Durable Goods are written with clarity and compassion and should not be missed.

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  • Posted April 16, 2011

    Don't waste your time or money

    This book is not ready for publication. I wonder if there are chapters missing, because the transitions are disjointed, the character development is shallow, and the ending feels like the middle. I have always liked Berg's books, so this one really frustrated and disappointed!
    Is it possible that the ebook version is abridged?

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 2, 2011

    highly recommend

    i really enjoyed this book. I have read all of her books and this one does not disappoint!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 14, 2011

    what a disappointment!

    I agree with the other reviewers on line. This was so disjointed, confusing and poorly written. I couldn't believe it was Elizabeth Berg writing it.. The Daughter who is allowed to go on a phony rock-climbing trip doesn't give her mother any details or any names of friends going. She is gone for three days before the mother is concerned. She is kidnapped and they just let it go with no consequences. Everything in the plot happens too fast and none of the characters behave normally.

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  • Posted October 12, 2011

    This is a quick read, not too cerebral, but a page turner.

    This is not the usual type of book I read. It is more of a fast page turning novel for a plane flight, a beach day, a vacation, but it is a poignant, even tender tale that covers many of life's ups and downs, pitfalls and horizons. It is almost a fairy tale, and it is a love story, among other things. To my surprise, it was very well written and much better than I thought it would be, since it is not the type of book I would have picked up to read if I had not won it.
    When you get about 80 pages into the paperback, the book begins to tackle some very serious life issues, and it meets the challenge of presenting a very traumatic event which almost made me close the book and put it on a shelf, by dealing expertly with it, implying what had to be implied but not overdoing the ordeal that followed or overloading the story with gory details. The suggestion of what was possibly going to happen was enough to entice the reader to read further without being scared off. It is a very good book for anyone liking the romance genre, and it contains no gratuitous sex.
    So many everyday issues that we all could face in marriage, parenting and our day to day life, are discussed in a comfortable, conversational style. I feel certain that anyone reading the book will know someone who can probably identify with some issue these families are dealing with; someone who could be having the same types of conversations with their child or spouse, but hopefully, not someone who will identify with the near tragedy that almost occurred.
    The characters are very well developed, even the minor ones, and although sometimes the dialogue seemed a little unnecessary and trite, the reader can easily imagine a situation where it might actually take place. Each particular issue seems to fit in with the telling of the tale at the time it was brought up. At times, though, it felt as if almost too many issues were covered: extramarital sex, unrequited love, homosexuality, divorce, suicide, parenting, rebellion, deception, illness in young and old, lying, and widowhood. Even though she does it well, it was overwhelming, at times.
    This book is a love story for the old and young. It is a story about the damage secrets can do and how in some instances they can protect. It is a story about the things that can happen to anyone when they least expect it. It is a story about love gone bad, teenage mistakes and parental "helicoptering".
    One day all is right with the world and the next, there is a life-changing event from out of nowhere. We all develop different coping skills and how we face and handle our problems is a huge message of the book as well as the need to learn to love, to give it and receive it. It is a story that could be dissected and because of all the themes, it would be great for a book club.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2011

    waste of valuable reading time

    This book made no logical sense. A terrible tragedy occurs to one of the characters, but it seems to have no effect on her or the other characters. I didn't like anyone in this book. This is not what I expected from a book written by E. Berg. It seemed like very effort was put into it. Very sad.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2011

    Where is the Elizabeth Berg I Loved?

    This book is such a disappointment. For the most part, the plot and story make no logical sense. A terrible event occurs and then is ignored. The characters are unlikable and cold. Also, there is no rhythm or balance to the the sentences. They are choppy and sometimes hard to figure out. I have the hard back version of this book, but it too seems like chapters are missing. I think this book was written too quickly, maybe so that it could be on the store shelves for Mother's Day.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2013

    Lacking something

    I had trouble getting in to the story and the times that I did become engrossed didn't last long.

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  • Posted August 31, 2012

    This book was very disappointing. I kept waiting for it to impr

    This book was very disappointing. I kept waiting for it to improve but it didn't. I've read Elizabeth Berg before and this book does not come close to the quality of writing she has done in the past.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2012

    Sunclan: chapter one book one

    Neverming. I am quiting it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2012

    Not a good elizabeth berg

    I have read most of her books and this one is a big dissapointment-her summary at the end was true to her but not true of the story- i doubt i will buy her again

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  • Posted August 29, 2011

    SLOW STARTER, BUILT, AND FINISHED STRONG!

    I was not so sure about this book when I started reading it.....but I always keep thinking a book will get better and this one did. Very seldom am I disappointed in a book. The pieces of the story finally started fitting together and it turned out to be a pretty decent read. Nothing fantastic but good idea for a story never the less. If you have every read a book about a woman discovering her real feelings and how those feelings came to be, then this will bring back memories!

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  • Posted April 9, 2011

    Elizabeth Berg is back.

    I have loved this author since I found her years ago. She makes you feel as though you know these people, that they are friends of yours. The last few books she wrote were not quite as good as the earlier ones. This one is back to her best writing. Loved it. The family issues are ones we all deal with. Happy I kept trying with her.

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