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Two women running away from their marriages collide on a foggy highway, killing one of them. The survivor, Isabelle, is left to pick up the pieces, not only of her own life, but of the lives of the devastated husband and fragile son that the other woman, April, has left behind. Together, they try to solve the mystery of where April was running to, and why. As these three lives intersect, the book asks, How well do we really know those we love—and how do we forgive the ...

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Overview

Two women running away from their marriages collide on a foggy highway, killing one of them. The survivor, Isabelle, is left to pick up the pieces, not only of her own life, but of the lives of the devastated husband and fragile son that the other woman, April, has left behind. Together, they try to solve the mystery of where April was running to, and why. As these three lives intersect, the book asks, How well do we really know those we love—and how do we forgive the unforgivable?

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Leavitt's ninth book (after Girls in Trouble), a touching story of loss and discovery, centers on photographer Isabelle Stein, whose stifled Cape Cod life and marriage crumbles when she discovers her husband has gotten his mistress pregnant. She packs up her cameras and takes off, but has a horrific car accident in Hartford, Conn., that kills the woman in the other car. As it turns out, the dead woman is April Nash, who lived a few blocks away from Isabelle's home on the Cape, and April's son, Sam, now believes Isabelle is an angel who can help him communicate with his mother. Once Isabelle ends up back on the Cape, she, Sam, and April's widower, Charlie, develop a strong but strange bond as they all try to sort out what comes next. Leavitt explores the depths of grief and the sticky spots sorrow pushes people into, and though the story stumbles sometimes into too saccharine moments, Leavitt's near bottomless reserve of compassion for her imperfect characters will endear them to readers. (Jan.)
Washington Post
"This thoughtful novel brings up a problem all of us have to deal with in the course of our lives, unless we're lucky enough to sneak through existence without encountering misfortune of any kind . . . This is a novel that invites us to look at our own imperfections, not the dramatic crimes, but the niggling little sins of omission that so often render our lives tragically undernourished and small." —Washington Post
O: The Oprah Magazine
"Leavitt is superb at revealing the secrecy inside many marriages and the way children grieve . . . most impressive is how Leavitt deals head-on with well-meaning people who come to realize, too late, that even an imperfect life is irreplaceable." —O: The Oprah Magazine
Elle
"Leavitt's ambitious narrative examines the various kinds of love—uxorious, romantic, paternal—that can arise from or be transformed by unspeakable grief. These survivors bravely gather the fragments of their lives, which once seemed so safely wrapped up in habits and, it turns out, illusions. Their trials and triumphs remind us that however firmly we seek to root our perceptions in reality, some truths will always elude us in love." --Elle
Mothering Magazine
"Although we all hope this becomes a seamlessly happy ending, its more like the sloppy, messy, human, frustrating, yet transcendent thing we generally call life." —Mothering Magazine
Vanity Fair
"Caroline Leavitt plumbs the depths of grief and forgiveness in the lovely Pictures of You." --Vanity Fair
O: The Oprah Magazine
"Leavitt is superb at revealing the secrecy inside many marriages and the way children grieve . . . most impressive is how Leavitt deals head-on with well-meaning people who come to realize, too late, that even an imperfect life is irreplaceable." —O: The Oprah Magazine
Library Journal
Leavitt's ninth novel (after Girls in Trouble) opens with a tragic and eerie car accident. Two women from the same small Cape Cod town collide on a foggy road one morning. Both were leaving their husbands, but only one, Isabelle, survives. Another survivor is the other's severely asthmatic nine-year-old son, also in the accident. He witnesses what he believes to be an angel at the crash—Isabelle. Leavitt tells a compelling story of how the two survivors' lives entwine, partly because of the boy's desire to talk with Isabelle about his mother. Leavitt's characters and their problems feel very real, and readers will want to know more about them. Despite all this, the angel trope peppered throughout feels forced and unnecessary, and the plot becomes somewhat predictable; the second half of the book is also significantly weaker than the first. VERDICT This is an entertaining read and a wonderful story, but it doesn't cover any new literary ground. Recommended for fans of women's fiction.—Shalini Miskelly, Seattle
Kirkus Reviews

Tragedy leads to complicated love as a widower and the woman who accidentally killed his wife are united by a grieving child looking for an angel.

Compassion and a delicate narrative voice lift Leavitt (Girls in Trouble, 2003, etc.) over many if not all the hurdles of sentimentality in this heartstring-tugger, set in Cape Cod, that's shaped by loss and yearning. Photographer Isabelle Stein, fleeing from her unfaithful husband in foggy weather, suddenly encounters a car containing a woman and a child, the car facing the wrong way in the middle of the road. The unavoidable collision leaves April Nash dead; her nine-year-old asthmatic son Sam only slightly hurt but silent on what he witnessed; and Sam's father Charlie heartbroken and bewildered. Why was April three hours away from home and traveling with a suitcase? The aftermath of the crash is a struggle for all parties, especially Sam, who sees Isabelle as an angel connected to his mother. The two become friends through photography, and Charlie's initial anger subsides as he acknowledges childless Isabelle's genuine affection for the boy. But when Sam learns that the adults have become lovers, the emotional impact makes him ill. Separation follows, then an explanation which liberates Charlie to go after Isabelle. Crossed wires are eventually straightened out, but not predictably.

Heartfelt (everyone cries), deft and highly readable fiction.

Carolyn See
This is a novel that invites us to look at our own imperfections, not the dramatic crimes, but the niggling little sins of omission that so often render our lives tragically undernourished and small.
—The Washington Post
the Oprah Magazine O
"Suspenseful...gripping. Leavitt is superb at revealing the secrecy inside many marriages and the way children grieve; several moving scenes involve Sam, who has come to imagine Isabelle as a crash scene "angel" who will take him to his mother. Most impressive is how Leavitt deals head-on with well-meaning people who come to realize, too late, that even an imperfect life is irreplaceable." --(Jane Ciabattari)
Hot Type Vanity Fair
Caroline Leavitt plumbs the depths of grief and forgiveness in the lovely Pictures Of You.
Venus Zine
"With a tragic story and a cast of highly relatable, flawed characters, Pictures of You is a kind of female version of another novel that revolves around a car accident, John Burnham Schwartz's haunting Reservation Road.”
Booklist
"In Leavitt's (Girls in Trouble, 2005) compelling new novel, a car crash provides the catalyst for an examination of how well we know the people we love. Leavitt thoughtfully handles friendship and romance in scenes of emotional resonance. She understands the ache of loss, the elusiveness of forgiveness, and the triteness of words like"closure."An expert storyteller, Leavitt alternates perspective among her three leading characters, providing insight into the thoughts, secrets, and dreams that they withhold from each other. Whether these individuals will arrive at happiness separately or together is the question that drives the narrative, and the reader, forward as Leavitt teases suspense out of the greatest mystery of all—the workings of the human heart." --(Patty Wetli)
Kirkus Reviews
"Tragedy leads to complicated love as a widower and the woman who accidentally killed his wife are united by a grieving child looking for an angel. Compassion and a delicate narrative voice lift Leavitt's.. (Girls in Trouble, 2003, etc.) heartstring-tugger, set in Cape Cod, that's shaped by loss and yearning...Crossed wires are eventually straightened out, but not predictably. Heartfelt (everyone cries), deft and highly readable fiction."
From the Publisher
“Leavitt’s emotional and rich storytelling, set against the windy backdrop of Cape Cod, takes readers to a place they’ll long to visit again and again.”
BookPage

“Caroline Leavitt’s compelling new Pictures of You unfolds as part literary mystery, part domestic drama, and part psychological examination. Leavitt beautifully paces the intertwining stories, meticulously unfurling bits of the back story, letting us put together the pieces just as the main characters do.”
Boston Globe

“Leavitt’s literary touch is so light . . . that only when the mystery is finally solved does the reader realize how taut she’s kept the tension all along. The author’s sure steady hand at the wheel makes the reading experience so engaging, its characters so irresistible, that Pictures of You is a novel I suspect I’ll return to again and again.”
San Francisco Chronicle

“Leavitt’s formidable skill is evident from beginning to end as we piece these lives together to find out what brought them to this world-ending moment. It’s like a somberly beautiful mystery that unfolds like a dark flower until we see the glowing heart. The characters are fully drawn and we immediately feel we know them, perhaps better than the people we spend our everyday lives with. It’s an age-old story of great love and great loss that is told in these pages, but deftly woven and in a way that makes it almost impossible to stop until you reach the end. Leavitt tells a haunted yet revelatory tale and resists the urge to end it neatly—instead it has the unmistakable agony and glory of real people living real lives.”
Huffington Post

“A white-knuckle ride of lost love and longing. . . . Never disappoints for a second.”
Minneapolis Star Tribune

“Robin Miles does her usual lilting reading which is filled with quiet emotion. . . . She carries [the characters] from the accident, through growing relationships and into the future.”
Sound Commentary

BookPage
“Leavitt’s emotional and rich storytelling, set against the windy backdrop of Cape Cod, takes readers to a place they’ll long to visit again and again.”
BookPage
Boston Globe
“Caroline Leavitt’s compelling new Pictures of You unfolds as part literary mystery, part domestic drama, and part psychological examination. Leavitt beautifully paces the intertwining stories, meticulously unfurling bits of the back story, letting us put together the pieces just as the main characters do.”
Boston Globe
Minneapolis Star Tribune
“A white-knuckle ride of lost love and longing. . . . Never disappoints for a second.”
Minneapolis Star Tribune
San Francisco Chronicle
“Leavitt’s literary touch is so light . . . that only when the mystery is finally solved does the reader realize how taut she’s kept the tension all along. The author’s sure steady hand at the wheel makes the reading experience so engaging, its characters so irresistible, that Pictures of You is a novel I suspect I’ll return to again and again.”
San Francisco Chronicle
Huffington Post
“Leavitt’s formidable skill is evident from beginning to end as we piece these lives together to find out what brought them to this world-ending moment. It’s like a somberly beautiful mystery that unfolds like a dark flower until we see the glowing heart. The characters are fully drawn and we immediately feel we know them, perhaps better than the people we spend our everyday lives with. It’s an age-old story of great love and great loss that is told in these pages, but deftly woven and in a way that makes it almost impossible to stop until you reach the end. Leavitt tells a haunted yet revelatory tale and resists the urge to end it neatly—instead it has the unmistakable agony and glory of real people living real lives.”
Huffington Post
Sound Commentary
“Robin Miles does her usual lilting reading which is filled with quiet emotion. . . . She carries [the characters] from the accident, through growing relationships and into the future.”
Sound Commentary
Library Journal
In Leavitt's (www.carolineleavitt.com) ninth novel, following Girls in Trouble (2005), April and Isabelle are two women running away from their respective former lives when they collide in a car accident that results in April's death. The accident's three survivors—Isabelle and April's devastated widower and son—struggle to recover their physical and mental health, to win forgiveness and understanding, and to resume a normal life. Audie Award nominee Robin Miles (Brother, I'm Dying) skillfully renders the multiple voices and accents. Though the plot is a bit predictable and the development of the characters a bit sketchy, making the motivation behind their actions somewhat unconvincing, the title's appeal is greatly enhanced by Miles's narration, recommending this audio for listeners of general fiction. [The Algonquin pb original was recommended "for fans of women's fiction," LJ 9/1/10.—Ed.]—Joanna M. Burkhardt, Univ. of Rhode Island Libs., Providence
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781565126312
  • Publisher: Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill
  • Publication date: 1/25/2011
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 524,730
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.10 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Caroline Leavitt is the award-winning author of eight novels. Her essays and stories have been included in New York magazine, Psychology Today, More, Parenting, Redbook, and Salon. She’s a columnist for the Boston Globe, a book reviewer for People, and a writing instructor at UCLA online.

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First Chapter

Pictures of You

A NOVEL
By Caroline Leavitt

Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill

Copyright © 2010 Caroline Leavitt
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-56512-631-2


Chapter One

There's a hornet in the car. Isabelle hears a buzz and then feels a brush of wing against her cheek. A grape-size electric motor sings past her right ear. What's it doing out in this weather? she wonders. It rumbles past her again, and she practically jumps. She tries to wave it outside, but instead it kamikazes to the back of the car, navigating among her cameras. Which is worse, she thinks, waiting for the sting, or the sting itself? She opens all the windows wider.

September fog is rolling across the highway, westbound US-6. Isabelle's windshield clouds. At first, she doesn't panic. She's been driving for twenty years already. She's a good, careful driver, and right now all this cloudiness is just an unwanted surprise. A trick of weather.

She switches on the headlights before she sees how much worse the lights make everything, how they reflect the fog. She tries the parking lights instead, which are a little better. They cut a small visual path on the road for her. Already, she feels a headache the size of a hard, shiny dime, forming behind her eyes.

Isabelle strains to see the road, checks her gas gauge, which shows half empty. She slows down. She wants to keep driving but might have to get off at an exit in Connecticut to fill up her tank.

Isabelle rubs at the window. She can still see. In the backseat, she's got money she took from the bank to help get her resettled until she can find work. All her cameras are here, and one small suitcase stuffed with clothes. Let Luke toss the rest. Let him give them to Goodwill or his new girlfriend.

Or his new baby.

She knows this is crazy, but right now she's capable of anything. She could reinvent herself. She could blot out her past.

A green sign, LEAVING CAPE COD, flashes by, and she starts to breathe. People sit in traffic for hours just to get here. They come from Boston and New York to spend two weeks in a tiny cottage and bread their bodies with beach sand and tanning lotion and absorb more sun than is healthy. Tourists collect the beach glass like it was diamonds instead of chipped pieces of soft drink bottles, and though everyone always tells her how lucky she is to live here, she's never wanted anything more than to leave. Every time a visiting friend gets ready to leave, she's had to stop herself from begging them to take her with them.

This isn't the first time she's run away, but the first time was a lifetime ago, back when she was sixteen and God knows that doesn't count. Now she has a little money, a profession, and a dirt-cheap illegal sublet in New York City that's available for as long as she wants it, courtesy of her friend Michelle. She yearns for cities where people don't make you feel there is something wrong with you because you live there year 'round.

She tugs at her thin necklace, lapis on a gold chain that was a gift from Luke for her last birthday, and in a flare of despair she yanks it off in one brief rip. She throws it out the window and lets the fog swallow it up. She tugs off the wedding ring he gave her, too, a broad gold band wide enough to have her name scratched on the inside, and bounces it onto the highway. She checks her rearview mirror, wondering if Luke will come after her.

She squints at the sky. Maybe the fog will lift. There're still rays of sun out there, shooting through breaks in the clouds. God startling people into paying him some attention. That's what her mother used to say. A sign.

Isabelle glances up at the sky again. If you want to talk about signs, talk about how the sky had looked just this way the first time Isabelle had brought Luke home. She was just fifteen and he was twenty-five and working at the local gas station, a job that didn't exactly go over big with her mother. Of course, Luke's age made it even worse. She was so in love it was like being insane. She couldn't breathe when she was near him, couldn't eat or sleep, and her brain felt rewired.

Luke was the one who cleaned her mother's windshield without leaving a single smear, who put gas in the car and checked the tires and the shocks. She knew his name because it was embroidered in red on his pocket. He had a green bandana that he wore like a headband in his long, glossy hair, and he always rolled up his sleeves, so Isabelle could see his muscles. When he smiled at Isabelle, his eyes were full of light. He looked at her like she was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

When her mother was paying inside, he told Isabelle that he wanted to go live on the Cape, right by the ocean, and he almost had enough money to do it. He had asked Isabelle for her phone number and suggested they go to a movie.

"Not on your life," her mother said, coming up behind him. "She's way too young for you and way too smart and she's going to college to be somebody."

Keeping her eyes fixed on the road, Isabelle opens the glove compartment and takes out the Saint Christopher medal her mother gave her, needing its reassurance. Impulsively, she loops it around her neck. Nora, her mother, would be stunned to know that Isabelle had kept it, that, in fact, this necklace is something she truly treasures. Everything had seemed like a wide open road back then, and of course that was before she knew that everything she had ever hoped for was impossible. "Safe travels," her mother had told her, fastening the chain about Isabelle's neck, even though Christopher's sainthood was stripped a long time ago, even though Isabelle no longer believes in saints.

Isabelle and Luke came home one evening, when Nora was supposed to be at work at the library. They had been seeing each other a year then. It was a summer evening, and Isabelle wanted to pick up money so they could go to dinner. But as they pulled up, her heart sank, because there was Nora's little red sedan in the driveway. "Cheeze it, the cops," she said, trying to stay light, and then, as they got closer, she saw all these bright bolts of color scattered across the front lawn. "What the fuck?" Luke said. He started to laugh. "Is this her way of spring cleaning?" he said, but Isabelle gripped his arm.

"They're my clothes." Her voice was a rasp. There was her favorite blue dress, her winter coat, and all her junk jewelry sparkling among the dandelions. Her shoes were thrown on the bushes, her straw hat on the walk, her Saint Christopher medal gleaming on the lip of the lawn. The yard was a Jackson Pollock of clothes. Then the door banged open, and there was Nora, tall and beautiful back then, in the sleek green suit she had worn to work at her job in the library, her hair caught in a pin. Her arms were full of clothes and she stared hard at Isabelle and Luke, then opened her arms so the clothes tumbled out onto the front steps.

Isabelle leaped from the car. "Mom!" she cried.

"You don't follow my rules, you don't live under my roof," Nora shouted, slamming the door shut so fiercely that Isabelle began to cry. "Mom!" she wailed.

She made her way to the front door, grabbing up the Saint Christopher medal, picking up her sweaters, her skirts, bunching them in her arms. Her heart was racing so fast she was dizzy. She banged on the front door, rang the bell, but there was no response.

She dug out her key and then she saw the new, shiny lock. "Mom!" she cried, slamming her hands against the door. "Mom!"

She was banging on the door when she felt Luke touching her. "Shhh," he said. He led her away, and when she bent down to get her clothes, he said, roughly, "Leave them. We'll get you new ones. Better ones." He guided her back to the car and then there was nowhere else for Isabelle to go even if she had wanted to, except with Luke.

All she had with her were her cameras. "Drive slow," she told him. She said it was because the cops around here were such hardasses, but it was really because she wanted to give Nora a chance. She kept expecting her to run from the house, to call Isabelle, Isabelle, to stop Isabelle before she did something that couldn't be undone.

Isabelle and Luke drove to the Cape, landing in a tiny town named Oakrose, a place right outside Yarmouth, that all the signs said was famous for its sunny beaches and fried oysters. The beaches, though, were small and crowded, and Isabelle didn't like oysters. Almost immediately Luke got a job at a local bar/café called Josie's. Isabelle got a job taking pictures at You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby, a cut-rate child photography place where no one cared if the shots were artistic or you had a degree, as long as you were fast and could focus a camera. No one had come looking for Isabelle. Her mother had never called. Then the owner of Josie's died, and Luke took all the money he had saved and got a loan to buy it, renaming it Luke's. In that moment Isabelle somehow knew her mother would never come for her and Luke would never leave.

She wore the Saint Christopher medal all through her new high school, forging her mother's name on the paperwork, getting her records transferred, not really making friends because who else at sixteen lived with their boyfriend and not their parents. Who else worked every shift she could at the Leaning Tower of Pizza in order to save some money for film instead of going out and having fun? She wore it through the times she'd called home and gotten no answer, gripping it for comfort and hope. She'd worn it while she worked at the photo studio, loving the feel of it against her skin, the slide and flash, as she adjusted a child's hair or repositioned her light meter. She swore the medal made her customers behave better because they thought she was a believer, when really, she had no idea what she believed in.

And now here she is, thirty-six and married, and no longer a child, with no child of her own. There was never enough money for her to get the college degree she thought she'd have. Though she works at her photography, she's never sold a photo or had a show. The necklace brings her bright, glimmery hope, and ridiculous as it is, it comforts her to feel it around her neck. It still makes her feel that things can change.

She rolls up the windows and turns on the air conditioner. The car clicks and knocks. Luke had spent the last few years trying to get her to buy a better car, a little compact in a bright color instead of this black box that was always breaking down.

"How can you love something that never runs right?" Luke always said. And her joke response was always, "Well, I love you, don't I?"

Three hours later and she's still driving. She knows she has to stop for gas, so she gets off i-95 South and heads deeper into Connecticut. The weather is muggy and strange, as if it doesn't know what it wants, can't decide if it's going to rain or turn sunny.

She's in a white summery dress, but still, sweat beads on her back. With one hand, she tries to gather up her hair, so long she's practically sitting on it. Sometimes at the photo studio, the kids stare at her and ask her if she's a witch with all that black hair, if she can do magic. "A good witch," she says, smiling, but today, she's not so sure. The wire-rimmed glasses she needs to drive slide heavily on her nose; when she takes them off, there's a red mark on the bridge, like someone's underlined her for emphasis. "You're too sensitive for your own good," Luke had always told her.

And well, she is, isn't she? She feels the cold more than Luke does, bundling in sweaters as soon as the fall chill hits. The heat makes her wilt. She feels hurts more, too. The way, even after all this time, the cards she sends her mother always come back in the mail, scribbled across them in her mother's hand: addressee unknown. The way Luke sometimes looks at her when she surprises him at his bar. Though he says he is happy to see her, his blue eyes go cloudy, like an approaching storm.

People comment on her sensitivity at work, too. Sometimes people say that she actually sees things that aren't quite there yet. She'll capture a serious, thoughtful look in a usually sunny child. Or make a delicate little girl look steely. Some people say that Isabelle captures the very spirit of a child, that it's downright unearthly how you could look at one of Isabelle's images and somehow see a child's future. Years later, parents come back to the studio just to tell Isabelle how the serious and lawyerly looking baby she had photographed now wanted to be an actuary. How the delicately posed baby had signed with the Joffrey Ballet. How did you know? parents would ask. How could you know?

"I don't know," Isabelle would reply. Or sometimes, because it would make the customers happier, she'd lie and say, "Ah, I just know."

But she didn't know. She didn't know anything. She didn't even know what was happening in her own life. Within the past year she had found a white filmy scarf in the laundry basket, a silver bracelet in the kitchen, and once, a tampon in the wastebasket when she wasn't having her period. All of them Luke insisted belonged to friends of his from the bar who'd dropped by. "Don't you think if I was hiding someone, I'd make sure to hide her things, too?" he asked. He acted like she was nuts.

She came to his bar some nights and saw him surrounded by beautiful women, laughing, letting their arms drape about his shoulder, but as soon as he saw Isabelle, he shook them off like raindrops and kissed her. But still something felt off, like he wasn't really there with her.

Three nights ago, a call woke her from a deep sleep, and when she grabbed for the receiver, reaching across Luke, she swore she heard a woman quietly crying. "Hello?" she whispered and the line went dead. And when she looked beside her, she saw to her shock that Luke's eyes were open and wet. "Baby, what is it?" she asked, alarmed. She pulled herself up, staring at him.

"Just a dream," he said. "Go back to sleep." And he had rolled toward her, one arm on her hip, and in minutes he was asleep, but she lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

Then this very morning, when Luke was at the bar, a woman called her, blurting her name. "Isabelle." And then the woman told Isabelle she was Luke's girlfriend, how she had been his girlfriend for five years. "I know all about you, Isabelle," the woman on the phone said. "Don't you think it's time you knew about me?"

Isabelle braced one hand along the kitchen counter.

"I'm pregnant and I thought you should know," the woman said.

Isabelle's legs buckled. "Someone's at the door," she managed to whisper and then she hung up the phone, ignoring it when it rang again.

Pregnant! She and Luke had wanted kids desperately. She had tried to get pregnant for a decade before all the tests and herbs and treatments ground her down. Luke brushed away talk of adoption. "Is it the worst thing in the world if you and I don't have kids?" he said. Isabelle thought it was, but she didn't know what to do about it. She made Luke help her turn the spare room that was supposed to be a nursery into a darkroom, and the only children who lived there were those whose faces she photographed.

At first, when she found out about Luke's pregnant girlfriend, she thought it was the end of the world. And then she told herself it was only the end of one particular world. She surely deserved better than what she had. She would shed this life like a cocoon.

Now her back aches and she stretches against the seat. Last month, she had gone for a massage, and the masseuse, a young woman with a yellow ponytail, had tapped along her body. "You carry stress here," she said, thunking Isabelle's shoulder blades. "Here's anger." The sides of her hands wedged against Isabelle's neck. "Here's sorrow," she said, touching Isabelle's spine, and Isabelle gripped the edge of the massage table, wincing.

Here's sorrow.

Smile and you'll feel like smiling, her mother used to tell her. God rewards happiness. At You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, people always commented on her smile, bright, glowing, drawing kids to her like iron to a magnet. But she can't smile now no matter how hard she tries.

Isabelle glances at her watch. It's midafternoon and she's getting hungry. Her cell phone rings, but she doesn't pick it up, half afraid it's Luke's girlfriend again. I don't even know her name, Isabelle thinks. By now Luke is home and has found her letter. Maybe he's upset, maybe he's grabbing his jacket and his keys and he's gone off looking for her, desperate to find her. Maybe he's furious, smashing dishes on the kitchen floor the way he did when she first told him she wasn't happy living there, that she felt the Cape was suffocating her. In all the years they've been together, he's never hurt her, never raised a hand or even his voice, but he's smashed five sets of dishes, broken several glasses and a figurine he had bought her as a joke, a Scottish terrier with a tiny gold chain.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Pictures of You by Caroline Leavitt Copyright © 2010 by Caroline Leavitt. Excerpted by permission of Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted January 26, 2011

    I Also Recommend:

    I HIGHLY RECOMMEND!

    The author begins the story with the effects of something as insignificant as a hornet in the car and driving in the fog but we know this can't be a good thing for Isabel, the driver. This is a beautiful story about the many facets of love, grief, guilt, secrets and disappointments in life that entangle the wonderful cast of characters. This is one of those heartrending, soul-searching novels that will keep your heart attached to this storyline long after you've finished reading it. I highly recommend!!

    12 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 18, 2011

    Feeling let down

    I found the book to be contrived, with portions disconnected & not adding to the depth of the story. At some points, I felt the author was using drivel to fill up space, probably thinking she was moving the theme forward. I read it to the end only because I am of the personality type that finishes what I start. Foolish to do so in this case, as there are so many other great reads out there. Waste of time.

    8 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 14, 2011

    An absorbing, compelling, amazing read!

    I absolutely loved Pictures of You. It was a compelling, haunting, absorbing read that grabbed ahold of me from the very first page and refused to let go--even when duty and dishes called! The novel is intricately crafted, weaving multiple storylines together to craft a portrait of complex, believable and broken characters doing their best to hope and heal. Leavitt does a fantastic, unsentimental job of depicting a small child's attempt to navigate the tumultuous waters of illness and loss. She gives us a glimpse into an exquisitely rendered world where nothing is as it seems, and no choices are easy. I found myself laughing, crying and hoping right alongside her cast of imperfect characters, crossing my fingers that they'd manage to find happiness in the end. (Which they do--just not in quite the manner you'd expect.) All in all, an intriguing, touching, roller-coaster ride of a read. Highly recommend!

    7 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 22, 2010

    Unsettling and haunting

    I managed to snag a copy of this at a book festival and quickly became enthralled. Leavitt (love all her work) instantly grabs the readers attention with an eerie, haunting story about a fatal car accident and the lives of the people left behind. She manages to upend everything you think you know and builds to an ending that just about devastated me. I'd loan this book to my sister, but I can't let it out of my hands.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2011

    This Book Will Haunt You For Days Afterward

    I just finished "Pictures of You" three nights ago and can't get the book off my mind! All the characters are haunting me. I have only had time to read two books lately, this and "When God Stopped Keeping Score" which is on sale on here on BN and I thoroughly enjoyed both of them. Buy both books and you'll understand why.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2011

    "leave it" on the shelf

    Although this book started off promising, by the end it really disappointed me. Some of the characters just didn't ring true for me, especially Alice and Sam. The author's biography doesn't mention if she has children, but I suspect she doesn't. It was almost like different people wrote the beginning and the end of the book. I'm an avid reader, but I'll avoid this author in the future.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 6, 2011

    Slow read, not engaging or interesting

    Not that every book has to have a happy ending, but I almost quit reading this due to its sad storyline and all over the place agenda. At the end I found myself asking 'What was the point?'

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 4, 2011

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    Blurry Picture

    I must have read a different book than the other reviewers because I thought this book was awful I'm not going to spoil things for other people by retelling the plot or giving plot points away, but the characters were cardboard and there were several plot developments that I thought were just preposterous. There are better books to spend you time with.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 24, 2010

    A Lovely Story of the Impossibility of Love

    Caroline Leavitt captures the effects of a random moment of incredibly bad luck that could happen to any of us - along with the fall-out from it - SO well . There are too many moments to admire in this book to even begin a list. The idea that Sam would see Isabelle as an angel who might connect him to his mother is just brilliant, and so perfectly handled. And the relationship between Isabelle and Charlie ... in less talented hands, this story might have lapsed into smaltzy-ness, but this one ends in such a moving way. Pictures of You is a lovely story of the impossibility of love.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2013

    Disappointing

    I have, in the past, expected and received the best in reading from Algonquin. This story misses the mark so far I double checked the publisher. Sure enough, Algonquin! The writing was terribly uneven, very good a few times and disjointed and cumbersome at many others. Poor word choices, trite phrasing, and wordiness marred the author's work. Frankly, it read like an unedited proof copy. The worst offense of all was the author missing three or four good spots to end the misery. The last 50 pages were unnecessary. All that happened in them should have been left to the reader's imagination. Algonquin, get back to your earlier standards, please.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 4, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    It will make you cry. Highly recommended by 'Nightstand Book Reviews' (Patti Phillips)

    We all have certain expectations of our spouses. In the best scenarios, we picture loving each other robustly, tenderly and forever. In those pictures we raise marvelous children, and journey through life’s adventures with our best friends. ‘When we are not so busy’ or ‘when the children are grown’ we’ll have time to sort out all the nagging relationship issues. Unless the sand in the hourglass runs out before we get that chance. In “Pictures of You,” two women’s lives intersect in a tragic auto accident. April dies when Isabelle swerves into her on an unfamiliar road in the fog. Isabelle, a photographer, is haunted by what she has done, even though she is cleared of any wrongdoing. She can’t forgive herself, so she doesn’t really blame anyone else in the community for ostracizing her; even welcomes being left alone. The fact of her husband’s infidelity has taken a back seat to her guilt. The little boy, Sam, who survived the accident, has lost his mother and a grieving husband, Charlie, doesn’t understand why his wife, April, would have been on that road with their son at that time of day. Secrets are revealed about April that astound her husband. He no longer knows the woman with whom he shared his life. Charlie is helpless to comfort his son, ineffective in dealing with so many ‘after death’ issues. How many of us would be any better at it? What follows is the tragic tale of three people aching for love; raw emotions and devastating truths revealed as they find a way to heal. No plot spoiler here, but photography plays an important role in the storyline. Sam is so well written, with always age appropriate vocabulary, that the reader completely understands when he feels responsible for his mother’s death. Sam mistakes Isabelle for an angel and with his nine-year-old logic, mixes reality with his desperate wish to see his mother again. Leavitt creates a world in which the reader wants to hold this little boy, take away his heartache. In an effective subplot, Isabelle suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which Leavitt depicts with insightful clarity. Isabelle shakes uncontrollably, sweats and feels nauseous when she sets foot in a car after the accident and for months afterward, must walk or ride a bike to go anywhere. Having been in a terrible car accident myself many years ago, I sympathized with the realistically intense stress the woman was going through, cringed at the nightmares she experienced. Leavitt herself, has an acute fear of being in cars, so brings considerable, painful authenticity to the reading experience. We tend to dismiss the importance of the small choices we make in life - not kissing a loved one goodbye or taking the time to listen when we’re running behind schedule - until it’s too late to get a do-over. We look back after a disaster and think: if only I had been a better dad, a better son, a better wife. If only I had stayed, or been there, or did what she/he asked. Everything would have been different. If only. Beautifully written, exquisitely shared.

    2 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 4, 2011

    Everything but a boiled bunny,,,,,,

    After accitentally killing Charlie's wife. Isabelle starts riding her bike past his home late at night and early in the morning. She continues to make contact with his son via letters and gifts despite being told not to. She harasses nurses for info about the son and tries to muscle her wsy into his hospital room. She sneaks around his house and slps gifrs through an open window! She takes the widowed dad out for a snack at the cafe where his late wife worked, Unable to comprehend grief, she demands the dad and.boy follow her to New York where she subleases a giant loft despite nrglecting to ask for het share of the house from her husband. She hangs out outside Charlie's parents'. Twenty years later, the boy, one of Bosron's top docs only a year or two outof residency is immediately contacted. To top it off, Isabelle promises she will drop in on Charlie someday!

    1 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 26, 2011

    horrible

    Hands down the worst fiction I have ever read. Anti climatic, terrible ending. I felt cheated at the end. Dont waste your time reading this!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2013

    Undecided.

    There were times that I loved this book. Then, something would happen and I would not really care for this book. The story really is very intriguing. Some of the decisions of the characters made me just shake my head! I guess it is too close to the way life really is!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2013

    good read

    Sorry to have it end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 1, 2013

    Good

    A good read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2013

    nice story

    easy read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2013

    great

    easy read good store leaves u wanting more

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2013

    Interesting Read!

    Well written engaging story. I thought that the characters were a little underdeveloped and would have liked a more finite ending, but overall I enjoyed the book.

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  • Posted January 31, 2013

    I was interested in the subject matter of the book but found it

    I was interested in the subject matter of the book but found it a bit slow paced for my taste. The interaction between the main characters was well rounded and felt real, as though she knew someone who had been through something like this. I enjoyed it!

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