Pack up the Moon

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THERE'S A BIG LIFE AHEAD OF HER.
CAN SHE FIND THE COURAGE TO LIVE IT?

Emma is twenty-six — pretty, intelligent, and happily living with her childhood sweetheart John in a cute little Dublin apartment. Her biggest problem is that her mother won't stop nagging her to get married already. Emma and John feel like the perfect couple, their future alive with possibilities. But out of the blue, a tragedy throws her ...

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Overview

THERE'S A BIG LIFE AHEAD OF HER.
CAN SHE FIND THE COURAGE TO LIVE IT?

Emma is twenty-six — pretty, intelligent, and happily living with her childhood sweetheart John in a cute little Dublin apartment. Her biggest problem is that her mother won't stop nagging her to get married already. Emma and John feel like the perfect couple, their future alive with possibilities. But out of the blue, a tragedy throws her life into disarray — and Emma is suddenly, incomprehensibly, alone.

As she emerges from grief, Emma has to find a whole new way of living, and her loyal friends rally round in an attempt to help. Clodagh, Emma's lifelong friend, with whom she's shared everything from mud pies to dating disasters. Anne and Richard, more-or-less happily married and debating a move to the country. Emma's brother Noel, the young Catholic priest, finding his own faith tested even as he tries to comfort Emma. Seán, the gorgeous bad boy of a thousand one-night stands, uncomfortably aware of his and Emma's growing connection. Witty, acerbic, and sometimes downright shocking, Emma documents the stories of her friends and her own recovery from grief with a candor that engages the reader from the very first page.

With an amazing insight into the power of friendship and a wry, irreverent humor that considers no subject off-limits, talented new Irish writer Anna McPartlin tells a heartwarming story of the courage it takes to move past loss and learn to live.

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"Refreshingly honest, laugh-out-loud funny and heartfelt, a marvelous debut from a talented new author."

— Cathy Kelly, author of Always and Forever and Past Secrets

From the Publisher
"Refreshingly honest, laugh-out-loud funny and heartfelt, a marvelous debut from a talented new author."

— Cathy Kelly, author of Always and Forever and Past Secrets

Publishers Weekly

Twenty-six-year-old Dubliner Emma has it all: a teaching job, good friends and childhood sweetheart John by her side. When John dies in an accident, she must face life alone. Haunted by what could have been and blaming herself, Emma retreats into a grief from which only her friends-successful ad-woman Clodagh, gadabout editor Seán, newlyweds Anne and Richard and her priest brother, Noel-can rouse her. A cat arrives unbidden on her windowsill, harbinger of the unbelievable string of events (pregnancy scares, a tryst with a Parisian rapper and saving a woman from a rape in a dark alley) that restores Emma's will to live. The mix of light farce and heavy drama knocks the book off balance, though, leaving readers unsure whether they should pity or envy Emma as she traipses her way to a neat, happy ending. (Apr.)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416553090
  • Publisher: Gallery Books
  • Publication date: 4/8/2008
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 845,842
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Anna McPartlin, who was shortlisted for Newcomer of the Year in the 2007 Irish Book Awards, was formerly a stand-up comedian and a cabaret performer. She lives in Dublin with her husband, Donal.

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Chapter 1

The Thin Blue Line

It was early March and raining. The clouds were relieving themselves with a ferocity akin to a drunk urinating after fourteen pints.I looked through the frosted glass, imagining the impact the downpour would have on my whites blowing wildly in the accompanying gale. Then back to the floor, immediately noticing the slight yellowing in the grouting around the toilet.

Men, I thought.How hard is it to aim for the loo? I briefly contemplated how it was that my boyfriend could manage to clear a pool table with pinpoint accuracy, park a car in a space the size of a stamp and yet when it came to pointing his mickey in the direction of a large bowl, he had the judgment of a drunken schoolboy. The edge of the bath felt cold under my skirt.

Three minutes.

Three minutes can be a long time. I wondered would it feel so long if I were defusing a bomb. I started to count the seconds but quickly lost interest. The mirror needed cleaning.I'd do it tomorrow.I absentmindedly played with the stick in my hand until I remembered that I'd just peed on it.I put it down. I brushed invisible fluff from my skirt, this being a habit I had picked up from my father although obviously he was not a skirt wearer. It was our response to nerves. Some people wring their hands; my dad and I clean our clothes.

The first time I really noticed our shared trait was when my brother, age seventeen, announced that, instead of becoming the doctor my parents had dreamed of, he was going to become a priest. My mother, mortified by the thought that she would lose her son to an absent God, spent an entire evening screaming shrilly before breaking down and taking to her bed for four days. My dad sat silently cleaning his suit. He didn't say anything but his disappointment was profound. I remember that I wasn't too pushed at the time. As a self-obsessed teenage girl, I didn't share the same concerns about Noel's sacrifice as my parents, although I admit that the thought of having a priest in the family was slightly embarrassing to me.

We weren't very close then. He was your typical nerd, bookish, intense and politically aware. He studied hard, brought out the bins without being asked and was an ardent Doctor Who fan. He never smoked, never indulged in underage drinking or for that matter in girls. For a while I thought he was gay, but that theory passed when I realized that to be gay you had to be interesting. Still, we were adults now and, although I could never understand his utter devotion to The Almighty, times had changed and all the traits that made for a nerdish teenager guaranteed a fascinating adult. I now counted Father Noel as one of my best friends.

Two minutes.

I was twenty-six years old. I was in love and living with John, my childhood sweetheart. I had the pleasure of watching my lover grow from a fair-haired, blue-eyed, idealistic boy to a fair-haired, blue-eyed, self-assured man. We'd been together nearly twelve years and for me he was definitely The One. We'd been living together happily since college. We were renting a nice place — two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a cute sitting room — just off Stephen's Green and although it was small and sometimes smelled of sweet old lady, it wasn't that expensive, which was amazing considering the location. I had a good job. Teaching was never my life's dream, but then I considered myself lucky to have been unburdened by ambition. Teaching seemed as good a job as any. Some days I liked the kids and some days I didn't, but it was steady. I was home most days by four thirty and I had three months off in the summer. John was still in college doing a PhD in psychology, but he also managed to hold down four shifts a week as a bartender. Some weeks he'd bring home more money than I would and he maintained that he learned more from drunks than he would in college.

We were happy. We were a well-adjusted happy couple.We had a good life, good prospects and good friends. There are a lot of people who would like to have the kind of security we had with one another.

One minute.

My mother had often pondered aloud as to when John and I would think about marriage. I'd tell her to mind her own business. She'd note that I was her business. We'd fight about the issue of privacy versus a mother's love. At twenty-six I felt too young to marry and this feeling remained, despite my mother constantly reminding me that she had two young children by the age of twenty-four.

"It was a different time," I used to say and that was true. Most of my mother's friends were married with kids by the time they reached their mid-twenties. I was from a completely different generation. The Show Band versus the MTV generation. While she grew up on Dickie Rock, I gyrated to Madonna. Before meeting my dad, her idea of a fun night out was lining up against the wall at the local dance hoping one of the lads would pick her for a waltz. I, on the other hand, was from the disco generation. Besides, none of my friends were married.

Thirty seconds.

OK, that's a lie. Anne and Richard met in college. She was the middle child of a middle-class family from Swords. He was the son of one of the richest landowners in Kildare. They met in a queue to sign up for an amateur drama group during orientation week. They got talking, abandoned the queue to get coffee. After that, they were inseparable. They married a year after college. Big deal, they were the only ones.

Clodagh, my best friend since age four, hadn't managed to hold down a relationship over four months. She had emerged from college a tenacious, intelligent, hardworking career woman, managing to work her way up to senior account manager of a large advertising firm within three years. She succeeded in all she did, with the small exception of her romantic life, and that perceived failure hurt her.

Then there was John's best friend, Seán, dark, brooding, dry and beautiful. Clo called him "the living David." He had not only made his way through eighty percent of the girls in the Trinity Arts block, he'd also managed to nail a few lecturers along the way. His longest relationship to date had been with an American girl called Candyapple (her real name, I kid you not) during a summer we all spent working in New Jersey. She was your typical coffee-skinned, brown-eyed, big-breasted, small-waisted nightmare. She had long curly brown hair that somehow reminded Anne of the Queen guitarist Brian May. Seán called her "Delicious"; the rest of us called her "Brian." They lasted six weeks. He left college and after a few false starts he fell on his feet, landing a job as editor of a men's magazine. His quick wit, sincere worship of football and encyclopedic female carnal knowledge ensured his continuing success. Relationships didn't matter and marriage and family certainly was not a priority.

Ten seconds.

John loved our life. You know those smug couples you meet and instantly hate? He could be smug like that. He never seemed to care that Seán had his pick of women through college. He didn't even mind that he had only ever had sex with one person. He was content, loved up, happy. He was rare. We were rare.

The first time we had sex we were both sixteen. We were in a tent on the side of a hill in Wicklow. It was a warm summer night, not a cloud in sight. The moon was full, round and bright, the sky was navy and thick like velvet, the trees were towering, leafy and smelled of sun. No wind, no breeze, the world seemed still. We had our little campfire, a picnic basket, a packet of condoms and a bottle of wine, which we both merely sipped, our underdeveloped taste buds mistaking its fruity freshness for the taste of rancid crap. Kissing turned to cuddling, which turned to snuggling, which led to nuzzling, graduating to feverish genital rubbing and one hymen later we were lying in one another's arms looking up at the cigarette stains on the blue nylon tent, wondering what all the fuss was about.

Clo had warned me that practice made perfect. We managed it four times before we returned to our respective parents, proud and full of secrets.

Five seconds.

I wasn't ready. I felt sick, praying it was stress-related and not morning sickness.

Oh fuck. What will I do? I don't want to be a mother. I don't want to be a wife. I don't want to feel like I'm my mother before I've lived. I want to do things, I'm not sure what. I want to experience different places, I don't know where. I'm not ready.

I hadn't mentioned to John that my period was over two weeks late nor had I mentioned that I had bought a pregnancy test. I wasn't used to keeping secrets from him but I was sure that I was right not to involve him in this.

Why worry him?

The problem was I wasn't sure if he would be worried. He smiled when my mother teased us about marriage and babies. He'd take time in a supermarket to stop and smile at a dribbling child, while I would push through the throng, impatient with everything bar getting what we'd come for and leaving.

Two seconds.

He would be excited, I could feel it in my bones. Worse than that, he would want the baby. There would be no furrowed brows or tearful decisions to be made. There would be excitement and planning and books and baby clothes. My stomach started to hurt.

I'm not ready.

My hands were shaking as I turned the stick.

Please don't be blue, please God, don't be blue!

My eyes were closed although I don't remember voluntarily closing them. I sighed deeply and this reminded me that I was a smoker so I lay the stick down and ran to my bedroom to grab a packet of cigarettes. I returned and lit up. I inhaled deeply, determined to enjoy what could be my last cigarette for a long time. My intention was to finish the entire cigarette before unveiling my future. However, this plan was obliterated by the sound of John's key in the front door. I hastily put the cigarette out by dousing it in cold water with one hand while waving madly with the other in an attempt to dissipate the smoke, which seemed to billow around the confined space. I could hear his footsteps make their way upstairs and toward my hideout. I was out of time.

"Emma!"

"I'm in here!" I called, a little too shrilly.

He attempted to open the door. I watched helplessly, hiding the stick up the arm of my jumper. It was locked. I sighed with relief.

"Why's the door locked?" he asked suspiciously.

"I always lock the door," I lied, hoping he'd momentarily lose his memory.

He didn't.

"No, you don't," he said, still pushing down the door handle.

"John," I said sternly, "can you just give me a bloody second?" I could hear him walk toward the bedroom. He was mumbling something about me being a bitch when I had my period.

I wish.

I sat back down and turned over the stick. I looked at it for the longest time. I closed my hand over it and then I looked again. I bit my lip, hurting myself in the process. I opened my fingers again, revealing a gloriously white window. Not a hint of blue. I moved to the window to ensure maximum light. Nothing. It was clear. No blue line. I had my life back. I wasn't pregnant. I wasn't even a little bit pregnant. I was just late and I had a party to go to.

Thank you, God!

• *

When Richard's grandfather died at the age of ninety-one, he left a very large portion of his estate to Richard, making him extremely wealthy. To this end it was decided that there would be a party to celebrate, an "inheritance party." Anne was initially concerned that it would be in bad taste.

"He was a very old man, who died after living a great life full of love and achievement. Why would having a party to celebrate your good fortune be disrespectful?" I had asked her.

"It's been so long since we've had a party," was John's contribution to the cause.

"Besides, my granddad had a great sense of humor. He'd love the idea," Richard intoned, desperate to enjoy their new fortune.

"It's a fantastic idea! We can celebrate his life and the fact that our good friends are loaded," Seán insisted.

Eventually Anne succumbed and so it came to pass that the day I discovered I would not bring a new life into the world was the day that my world changed forever.

• *

I thought about writing to you for such a long time. I never actually dreamed I'd get around to it, but when I did, it seemed so easy. Memories are absurd things. Some are vague, some crystalline, some too painful to recollect and some so painful it's impossible to forget. Happy times are remembered with warmth and laughter, recalled as an anecdote in the pub, exaggerated for the crowd. The really good ones keep you company on an otherwise lonely evening. The clearest memories are of those occasions when you experience great highs or lows. It's the emotion the situation inspires that you remember. That feeling of incredible exultation or terrible despair enables your brain to note the details that normally pass you by, like the color of someone's shirt, a hand gesture or how warm or cold it was.

You can recall the creases caused by the smile on a loved one's lips or the way tears crept from their eyes. But pain is hard to put into words and in life there is always pain. It's as natural as birth or death. Pain makes us who we are, it teaches us and tames us, it can destroy and it can save. We all have regrets — even Frank Sinatra had a few. Some tragedies are of our own doing and then sometimes things happen that are out of this world's control and when it happens, it can take our breath away. Happiness is a gift. It washes its warmth over us and reminds us of beauty. It should never be taken for granted. I should never have taken it for granted. That thin blue line represented happiness. I didn't know that it would later represent something that I would never get back. But then I wasn't ready.

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  • Posted September 15, 2009

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    Pack up the Moon

    It's not a book that will haunt me now that I'm finished with it in that deeply impacting way that others have done. But while I was reading it, I couldn't put it down.
    I love the attention McPartlin pays to each character, loving them each equally, creating real people with complex lives out of every one of them. Her voice as an author is delightful, very pleasant and quick-paced. Despite the heartbreaking beginning to this book, the tone is quite uplifting.
    It is clear that McPartlin put much thought into the emotions that accompany love, loss, and friendship. As I read in the back of the book, she draws, of course, on some of her own experiences, particularly with death of loved ones. Believe me, there is much to be learned from this book about the power of friendship and the search for one's own soul.

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  • Posted December 26, 2008

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    Wonderful!

    I loved this book so much. It was touching and brilliant, bringing about so many emotions. I loved the characters because they were so realistic and each had their own story and background which has brought them to place they were. I definitely reccomend this great read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 14, 2011

    Definitely... great read

    This was the first anna mcpartlin book i.ve ever read and i cudnt put it down it was one of the best books i.ve ever read and it has been the first book to bring tears to my eyes as well as get me in trouble for laughing too loudly

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  • Posted May 2, 2009

    Loved it

    This is the first time I have read a Anna McPartlin book and I loved it. I cried, I laughed and I cried some more. Great characters!

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  • Posted April 7, 2009

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    Personal Library Must

    I just discovered this author and must say her writing style is awesome. This book made me laugh, relate, cry, and laugh again. It touched on the topic of loss without being over the top. (If you've lost a loved one/someone close you will relate.) Also, McPartlin tells you the story of all the characters mentioned without taking you away from the lead. I loved this book and am rushing out to purchase more by Anna McPartlin. My vote is this book is a personal library must. Also, I loved the Chapter titles. Usually author's give away things when they title the Chapter. However, within reason, McPartlin did not and most often cracked me up.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2009

    Great Book!

    This book was given to me by a co-worker who recommended it. It was so good that i read it in one night. I can't tell you how many times I cried. I returned it to my co-worker and another heard us talking about it- she took it home and read it right away. Same reviews...we all thoroughly enjoyed. You will too!

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  • Posted November 7, 2008

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    Beautiful story

    This is a very well written book with a very romantic and touching book. I recommend this to all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2008

    Loved this book

    I couldn't put this book down. I became so into it and felt like a part of them. It made me laugh and cry and was just a great book. I can't wait to read more by this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2008

    good book

    A friend picked this for our book club book. I loved it. A great story of friendship, love & life. I got so attached to the characters and was sad to see it end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2008

    Friends, Love and Grief...hands down outstanding

    For the authors first novel, she captured the feelings of friendship, love and grief in ways that many authors can't. A total page turner and hard to put down. I read in one day the life of Emma. Happy and sad at times it reveals how life can be so sad and troublesome and yet you find the real you and the love that has been right in front of you. You'll laugh and cry and be captured in the story and at the end your heart will be touch with hope.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 25, 2008

    Amazing!

    I laughed, I cried, I'd find myself smiling during certain parts. Hands down one of the best books I have ever read. Written so well I could vision every moment as if I was there with the characters. I finished it today (only took two days! I couldnt put it down!) and want to read it again! I will certainly be reading her other book! This author writes as though the events happend to her, wonderful job by a new author!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 29, 2008

    Beautifully Written

    From the very first page, I was in love with the characters and their stories. Pack Up the Moon is written in such an honest, heartfelt way that it is hard not to fall in love with it.

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