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Overview
In the vein of "American Beauty," Shut the Door offers a glimpse into the world of a family in crisis. It focuses on two teenage sisters struggling to carve their identities as young adults, taking risks and undergoing disturbing transformations that go unchallenged by their emotionally absent parents. Meanwhile, their parents' marriage is disintegrating and no longer provides the support the girls so desperately need. Their father's prolonged absence on a business trip provides the impetus to reevaluate family roles and relationships--and the choices made are shocking. This evocative family portrait reveals just what happens when our support system falls away and we become disconnected from the ones we love the most.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781429937863 |
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| Publisher: | St. Martin's Publishing Group |
| Publication date: | 02/21/2006 |
| Sold by: | Macmillan |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 240 |
| File size: | 472 KB |
About the Author
Amanda Marquit, eighteen, lives with her family in New York City where she attends the Professional Children's School. She has studied ballet at the School of American Ballet, has performed original compositions for piano and has written several poems and short stories. Amanda began work on Shut the Door, her first novel, at age fourteen and completed it at age sixteen.
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Shut the Door
BeatriceShe felt awkward without him there. As if her movements were newer, more different, emptier. Blind and without meaning. And she had never known about missing him before. He had always just been there, asking nothing of her but his breakfast, the paper, a cup of tea (he never drank coffee). And now he was gone.She pretended not to notice the emptiness. The silence. She switched on the radio, hoping to fill the empty seat with music that would replace the concave shape his body had left in the cushion. Years he'd sat there. Just yesterday he'd sat here. She had made her coffee already. Sat noiselessly in her seat, sipped, and stared at nothing.She stood up and began to boil water on the stove.It was routine. She'd been doing it for the last eighteen years, and would continue to do it for her entire life to come. No matter what happened, he'd be there, and she'd be there. She would make his tea, and he would smile that same weary, worn-out, drab smile that was almost too familiar to her now. But she loved it. She loved the monotony. Longed for it. She knew he would smile at her in the morning. She knew it every morning she had woken up fifteen minutes earlier than he had, to cook his breakfast. She knew it when they were newlyweds. And when they had gone to bed angry. She knew it when he was overtired, when he was stressed. And although she always knew he would do it, sometimes there was a slight tinge of fear that he wouldn't.He always does.And there was nobody there.She laid the mug down at his place. Just where he likes it: the left side of the plate. She laid his paper on the right and waited. She waited as if she were expecting him, as if he were only late or in a traffic jam or caught in the rain. But it was sunny outside, and he was not there. He was not in the house. Was not outside. He was not in the garage or off to work early. He was not there.Bea never prepared breakfast for Vivian and Lilliana. They always managed to feed themselves, or went out with friends, she supposed. She didn't really say very much to them in the morning. Sometimes she didn't even see them, but it didn't matter. As long as he was there, everything was fine. Harry, drinking his Earl Grey and reading his paper in the same way every time. And giving her that halfhearted smile that seemed to consume more and more of his gradually depleting energy with each day that passed. But that was enough. More than enough even. All she wanted was that, but this day, she couldn't have it.She stared across the table at the cup, the paper, the clean white plate, and the emptiness. She wasn't hungry, but decided to cook breakfast anyway. She never ate it; she was always on a diet. But he did, and often he finished the scrambled eggs that she had only picked at, after he had cleaned his own plate. "This is good," he would say.She made French toast and scrambled eggs.At first she felt funny dumping the food onto the white china, but then a sense of comfort, of regularity, seemed to guide her through the familiar movements. It felt good to have a routine. To be involved in something she knew so well. To continue things as they were meant to continue. And she sat in her seat, and stared at the plate of food that she knew would not move until she moved it. She filled up her own plate as well, and picked at the eggs, waiting to give him her half-eaten meal.He wasn't there though. She knew it. She saw the empty space, the full cup of tea, the plate, the neatly sectioned paper fresh with the morning's headlines. And she smiled back at him. She smiled as she did when he gave her his weary grin, and suddenly, as if the words had taken on a life of their own and sprung from her lips, she said, "Glad you like it."For a moment, her breath caught in her lungs, her heart bounced in her chest, her eyes bulged. He was not there. Harry is not here. But it had felt good to speak. To carry out things the way they always were--and always had been. She'd felt the familiar sigh of relief when she'd said it. He'd liked the breakfast. He was eating the breakfast. He was drinking his tea, and he'd just smiled at her. And she always replied in that same way.She spontaneously ran to the kitchen door and swung it shut. She didn't want the girls to hear this. She didn't want anyone to hear. She didn't want anyone to see, so she yanked down the shades on both windows. Switched onthe harsh white lights, and took her place again. She was safe now. Safe from the world. Safe from her daughters. Safe from prying neighbors, from people who might wonder. She was just there, living. Alive. Getting on with things that need to be done.She checked the date on her watch. Thought about how he'd never been away for more than a weekend. He'd be back from Cleveland in ten days. She missed him more than she'd missed anything in her whole life.SHUT THE DOOR. Copyright © 2005 by Amanda Marquit. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y 10010.
Reading Group Guide
1. Lilliana and Vivian grew up with only a wall separating them, but they turn out very differently, each with her own issues. Who do you identify with more, and if she were your friend, how would you have suggested she deal with her problems?
2. Early in the book, Harry says "he liked being known as part of a working thing: a family, a machine." Does the word "machine" describe your family? If so, what role in the machine does each of your family members play? If not, think of another word that describes your family and talk about why this fits.
3. What do you think of Bea? Do you feel sorry for her? Annoyed by her? Bea asks herself "What was Bea without Harry?"…what do think is the answer to this?
4. Sex plays an important role in both girls lives but for opposite reasons: Vivian because she is a virgin and Lilliana because she sleeps with almost everyone. What about their personalities drives them to make these choices? What do you think of the way that their friends talk and gossip about sex: cruel or normal?
5. It took twenty years for Harry to officially recognize his unhappiness in his marriage. What do you think the early years of Harry and Beatrice's marriage were like? Why do you think Harry didn't leave Beatrice earlier? Once he finally did leave, what do you think the woman in red blouse and black skirt represents to him?
6. Is Lilliana in love with Paul? If yes, how should she have dealt with the situation? If you think it isn't love, then what would you call it and why?
7. Why does Lilliana cut herself? Why does Vivian starve herself? What does this self-inflicted pain bring them in the end?
8. Would you say this is an accurate portrayal of a family in distress? Of teenage sisters? If you have a sibling (or know someone with a sibling), is he/she as different from you as Lilliana and Vivian, or are you more alike?
9. What do you think we would find out if there were another 50 pages in this book? How do you see Vivian and Lilliana resolving, or not resolving, everything? How about Bea and Harry?