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Praise for the novels of Luanne Rice:
Follow the Stars Home
“Addictive ... irresistible.”
“The novel’s theme — love’s miraculous ability to heal — has the ingredients to warm readers’ hearts.”
— Publishers Weekly
“[A] story of love and redemption ... tender and poignant.”
“Elegant ... Rice hooks the reader on the first page.”
— The Hartford Courant
“A tightly paced story that is hard to put down ... Rice’s message remains a powerful one: the strength of precious family ties can ultimately set things right.”
— Publishers Weekly
“Exciting, emotional, terrific. What more could you want from a late-summer read?”
— The New York Times Book Review
“Compelling ... poignant ... riveting.”
— The Hartford Advocate
“A rare combination of realism and romance.”
— The New York Times Book Review
“Eloquent ... A moving and complete tale of the complicated phenomenon we call family.”
The plane was crowded. As the passengers boarded, the flight attendant announced that every seat would be required, that people should stow all their belongings in the overhead bins or under the seats in front of them. May Taylor made sure her and Kylie's bags were out of the way, that Kylie knew she had to stay in her place and not bother the businessman in the aisle seat.
Takeoff was smooth, and the plane climbed through thin gray clouds into the brilliant blue. Until this year, May hadn't flown much — she had never had much reason. But Kylie's doctor in Boston had recommended that Kylie take part in a study at Twigg University in Toronto, with a group of psychologists focusing on clairvoyance and personality disorders.
May and Kylie lived with May's great-aunt in an old farmhouse on the Connecticut shoreline. May loved her daughter more than anything, but as she looked around the plane, she couldn't help noticing all the couples. The white-haired couple sharing the newspaper; the young professionals in his-and-her suits, talking on cell phones; two parents with their teenaged kids across the aisle.
May stared at the parents for a few minutes, wondering how it would feel to have someone to share the care of Kylie with: to travel with, laugh with, worry with. She watched the woman bend toward her husband, her hair brushing his shoulder as she whispered in his ear. His lips turned up in a wide smile, and he bowed his head, nodding in agreement.
May suddenly felt as if she'd swallowed a fishbone, and she quickly looked down. She had a sheaf of papers from Dr. Ben Whitpen at the Twigg University Department of Psychology to read, reports andobservations and recommendations, all pertaining to Kylie. Upon landing at Logan, she would take them to Kylie's doctor on Barkman Street. After that, the long drive home to Connecticut lay ahead. She stared at the letterhead, at the confusing and worrisome words swimming together, and the ache in her throat grew worse.
"Mom?" Kylie asked.
Thinking Kylie meant the passenger sitting next to her, May immediately leaned close to Kylie's ear. When Kylie got involved with people, they sometimes got upset. And May could tell by the man's expensive suit, his heavy gold watch, and the fancy briefcase he'd placed in front of Kylie instead of his own seat, that he was one of the ones who might get upset.
"The man's working," May whispered. "Don't bother him."
"No," Kylie whispered back, shaking her head. "In the special compartment — really big men. Are they giants?"
May and Kylie were in the first row, but Kylie was staring through the half-open curtain separating economy and business class. Kylie was right: Several huge guys were sitting up there, talking to a semicircle of pretty female flight attendants. Their strength was apparent in the size of their chests and arms, the breadth of their shoulders. Some of them had logos on the sleeves of their shirts, and May figured they belonged to some team or other. The women were laughing, one of them saying she loved hockey and could she have an autograph. May, knowing nothing about hockey, turned her attention back to Kylie.
"They're just men," May said. "Not giants."
"Big, though," Kylie said.
"Yes," May said. "Big." She thought of the word "big," of how it could mean so many things. Kylie's father was big — over six feet tall. He was a lawyer in Boston, in one of the prestigious firms with offices in a skyscraper overlooking the harbor — a big attorney. He had seemed to love May until she told him she was pregnant, and then he had told her he was married to someone else — a big problem. He sent her money every month, enough to feed and clothe Kylie — but he didn't want to know their daughter. That made him small.
The Department of Psychology was paying for this flight, with an extra stipend besides. Even with Gordon's child support, life away from home was expensive. Planes, hotels, and restaurants were for other people, vacationers and business travelers with someone to share the trip with. May felt a wave of loneliness.
Listening to Kylie humming beside her, May looked down. She hadn't planned on motherhood, hadn't counted on anything as wonderful as Kylie coming from the worst experience of her life. Kylie was a fairy child, unique and odd but — if May could believe Dr. Whitpen — gifted instead of disturbed. May had been instructed to keep a diary of her visions, a blue notebook she filled with everything Kylie told her and with details May observed.
Right now, Kylie stared at the men up front with growing intensity, her eyes taking on what May called "the glow." She was seeing something. She bit her lip, to keep from blurting it out. Her eyes slid from May to the forward compartment and back again. Six years old, she was small for her size. Wavy dark hair fell to her shoulders, and velvet brown eyes gazed out from her creamy face, radiant as if lit from within by candlelight.
"Don't, Kylie," May said.
"But—" Kylie began.
"I'm tired," May said. "Look somewhere else. Draw pictures. I'll switch with you, and you can have the window seat."
Kylie shook her head and gave an exaggerated shiver, sliding low in her seat. She stared at the big men up front, her eyebrows knit together with fierce concentration.
"It's a baby one," she said, frowning as she clasped her hands in her lap.
As if feeling the intensity of Kylie's stare, one of the hockey players looked over his shoulder. He had the aisle seat, and as he turned May noticed a mischievous glint in his gray-blue eyes. A flight attendant stepped forward to yank the curtain shut. Blocked from view, their conversation and laughter were just as loud. Kylie stared as if she had X-ray vision, as if whatever she had seen was still there, in plain sight.
"Great," came an annoyed voice from the row behind. "Put the Boston Bruins on a plane, and watch the stewardesses disappear."
"They're screwing up the play-offs anyway," someone else said. "The Maple Leafs will finish them off tonight."
"The hell with hockey," a woman said with a laugh. "Just give me Martin Cartier."
"The hell with Martin Cartier," a man growled. "Just bring me a drink."
Kylie seemed oblivious to all the talk. Sitting between her mother and the stranger on the aisle, she was growing paler by the minute. May stuck the papers and her diary into a folder and snapped up her tray table. Her heart felt heavy, and her chest ached. She watched Kylie stare at the curtain, her mouth moving in silent words.
"Let's switch places, honey," May said, unsnapping her and Kylie's seat belts. "It's springtime down there, and you can see the new leaves. See all those fields? All the trees? We must be over Massachusetts by now. See if you can count—" She paused, lifting Kylie out of her seat and plunking her by the window. Kylie's skin felt clammy, and May's heart was racing. The businessman let out a loud exhalation as May kicked his briefcase out of the way.
"She wants her daddy, Mom," Kylie whispered, clutching May's wrist. "She wants to kiss him."
"Count the barns," May pleaded, pointing out the window, trying to find something to occupy Kylie, take her mind off the hallucination.
"Oh, but she'll leave—" Kylie started, sounding sad. She swallowed, looking into May's eyes. May could almost watch her willing herself to obey, to stop whatever vision she was having and act like a normal child — count the barns or sing her ABC's or look at the Berkshires or ask to be taken to the bathroom.
Kylie had started seeing angels when she was four. She went to nursery school and realized that she was the only child there without a father. A month later, her beloved Great-Granny — May's grandmother Emily — died of a heart attack. Then, one spring day, on a hike around the Lovecraft Wildlife Refuge, the two of them had come upon a body hanging from a tree branch. All rags and bone, the skull had grinned down like a decomposing witch. The police later identified it as the body of a drifter, Richard Perry, who had committed suicide.
Suddenly Kylie had started talking to herself. She would call out in her sleep, cry all day at nursery school, speak in unknown tongues to people May couldn't see.
The psychologist May had eventually taken her to had remarked on the timing: that Kylie had begun having visions right after Emily Dunne — Kylie's great-grandmother, solid presence, rock of the family — had died. At the same time, Kylie had come to realize she was essentially fatherless. She felt abandoned by most of the adults in the universe, the doctors said. Seeing the dead body had been her breaking point, the catalyst for seeing ghosts. She wanted a family, and the visions provided that.
May could understand. Having grown up in an extended, loving family, she wanted family too. Besides, she worked in the most charmed profession in the world, with a legacy of magic from her grandmother and great-aunt.
But what if Kylie was schizophrenic, and not clairvoyant?
"She'll go," Kylie whispered, holding her mother's wrist, "before she gets to kiss her father. She'll leave if I don't pay attention—"
"Kylie," May whispered, her voice breaking. "Let her leave." If she wasn't so exhausted, frustrated, scared, and alone, she told herself, she would stand firm and tell Kylie in no uncertain terms that there was no one there, no one wanting to kiss her father, no baby angel hovering over the seats in business class.
Martin Cartier had his legs stuck out in the aisle, and every time one of the flight attendants passed, they braced themselves on his seat back as they stepped over. Two hours into the flight, he was being a jerk, blocking their way, but he couldn't help it. He had tried sitting slouched, straight, and sideways, but any way you cut it, the plane was too small.
Not just because of his size, which was considerable, but because of his energy. His mother always used to say he had a blizzard inside him, and Martin thought that might be true. He felt as if he'd swallowed a killer wind, with enough power to flatten cities and bury towns, that if he used it on the ice, he could destroy the other team. Martin's energy flew out his elbows and hips, slamming his opponents into the boards, bloodying the ice and sending people to the hospital.
Right now, the energy made him squirm in his seat. He felt prickles on his scalp, and once again he looked around. The flight attendant had closed the curtain, but peering through a crack, he saw the little girl staring at him, her pretty mother bending over to whisper something in her ear.
He played defense for the Boston Bruins, and they called him "the Gold Sledgehammer." "Gold," because of the name Cartier, and "Sledgehammer" because of the obvious: He always won his fights. He'd been named an All-Star ten times, won the NHL MVP twice, led the league in scoring twice. He was a tough and stalwart defenseman, winning the Norris Trophy two years running as the league's best blue-liner.
He wasn't mean, but if he drew aggression, he packed heat in his stick and fists. Fearless to his bones, he attacked back fast. He was known for drawing the opposing team's leading scorer into the fray, blooding him, and getting him sent to the penalty box. Wherever Cartier played, fans came in droves.
"Um, excuse me..." a female voice said.
Martin looked up. An attractive passenger was standing over him. She wore an elegant black wool suit with black lace showing under her jacket, and she had perfect legs in sheer stockings. High heels. White-blond hair curved over her long-lashed green eyes, and her lipstick looked red and wet.
"You're Martin Cartier," she said.
"Oui," he said. "That is true." It was only April, and already she had a tan. She wore large diamond stud earrings; the heavy gold chain around her neck had smaller diamonds in every link. She was talking about last night's game, which she had watched in her Toronto hotel room. Martin pretended to listen politely, but instead he found his attention drawn back to the woman and daughter several rows behind him.
The tan blonde was saying how unfair it was they had lost in overtime. She had watched him fight. Her fingers brushed his shoulder as she said how much she loved the physicality of hockey. Smelling her perfume, Martin thought of his elbow flying into the eye of Jeff Green, swelling it shut. The woman talked on, but Martin hardly heard her. Women with expensive blond hair and April tans came up to him all the time. For some reason, the sound of her voice made him feel as if he had the Arctic inside him: vast, frigid, and barren.
As the woman scribbled her home phone on the back of her business card, she was saying she loved hockey, never missed a Bruins game when she was in town, loved watching Martin skate, score, and nail his enemies. Martin had trained himself to keep his face neutral when people paid him compliments, and aware of his teammates watching, he accepted her card and tucked it into his pocket.
Touching Martin's hand, the woman told him to call. Thanking her, Martin settled back into his seat. He folded his arms across his chest, feeling the bruised rib where he'd caught a puck last night. He thought of his father, wondered whether he had watched the game on TV. Whether he'd seen Martin miss that easy pass....
Feeling his scalp tingle, Martin turned around. The flight attendant was talking to Bruno Piochelle, leaning against his seat back, but Martin looked past her, through the crack in the curtain. The little girl was still watching him. Sitting in the window seat, she seemed to be ignoring her mother, who was leaning over her to point at something on the ground. When the mother glanced up and saw Martin staring at them, she scowled.
For some reason, that made Martin smile. The mother looked ticked off at the very sight of Martin Cartier. The fact he was a big famous hockey player obviously made no difference to her. She looked slight and frazzled, no makeup and messy brown hair pulled back in a ponytail; she had one arm around her daughter, and it was clear from her expression that she just plain didn't like him on sight. Martin smiled at her, and when she frowned harder, he felt himself start to grin. He couldn't help it.
Posted December 2, 2007
I became interested in hockey when i got a pen friens who loves it. I love romance and i love romance about sport men too. I seached for hockey romances and came acroos this and it sounded interesting. I went out and bought it. This book was one of the best romaces i have ever read. It made me laugh, cry, get angry and for me not many books do that or movies for that mattere. So When it happens i am deeply touched. This book was written so beautifully i stayed up and rad it in one night. I am going to read it again too. This is the first book i have read by Luanne Rice and I have thank her for writing this. It was to me everything romance should be and being a big romantic I was delighted to read something so poignant. I felt as though I wanted to be part of the book. I was wishing it was a true story and that I could meet this Martin Cartier. I highly recommend everyone read it.
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*turns red and clears his throat* ehem.... anyways, you doin anything later? *travis smirks and does the whole"wink wink, nudge nudge" thing to his brother as connor shoves him away with a scowl*
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This book was orginally left behind at my job by a customer, so i decieded to read it.
I couldn't put it down!!! When i bought my nook, even though i've already read it, i downloaded it anyway. And i do not regret that choice! I have recommened this book to so many people! Amazing read!
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Posted May 26, 2010
This is a good book to read between heavy reading. It is light and fun. It is the story of a mother and a daughter. The daughter is able to see ghosts. The pair of them hook up with a hockey player and that is when their lives take some turns. It is a good book that is fun to read a good story. I like this author and would read other things written by her. I don't usually like "ghost stories" but this one was not so fakey and hoaxey (are those even words). Try it out.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 21, 2007
I havd read quite a few hockey romance books before I read this one, but this one is the best. The way the book goes into the dedication and discipline it takes to be a hockey player plus the sacrifices that a family has to endure ie wonderful. It shows also, how friendships and hatreds play a big part in the life of the individual players. I am an avid hockey fan and have seen many players careers cut short due to injuries. This book also shows the tenderness that these strong men can give to the ones they love. But it also tells how a man can do things to his loved ones because of his pride. The way that Martin takes to May's daughter and to May herself shows the tender side of a 'giant.' Te supernatural that spins its web throughout the story is very well done and believable. Even though you know what happens to Martin at the end, you still hope for a better outcome. However, the way he gets rid of his demons helps. I cryed through out the last couple of chapters,but when I finished I turned back to the beginning and started reading the book again. I hope Ms. Rice would consider writing a seqel so that we could see what happens to the Cartier Family.
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Posted June 17, 2005
I picked up this book not knowing what to expect since I have never read one of Ms. Rice's book before. I found that I could not put this book down though it is not the fast past easy romance type of book I am use to reading, I found it to be deeply moving and heart warming. This is a story of great love, family and the human spirit.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 13, 2004
It was the most powerful book i've ever read. I was hoping throughout the book that Martin wouldn't go blind. When he lost the puck in Game 7 because he blacked out I just knew it was going to go down hill for him. When the world was starting to go dark in his summer house in Canada I started to cry. And then Niagra Falls came down when he went into the locker room for the next season to his enemy. I recommend you have kleenex near you.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 18, 2003
It was the summer and my grandma gave me the book because I was just watching to much tv. At first I really didn't want to read it but as I read on and on I got more intrested. I read it constantly and could not put it down. Some of the parts were so cool with the whole hockey thing. But others made you say "awwwwww!!!" out loud. It was so cute and i really want it to turn into a movie one day!!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 16, 2003
I picked this up as something I "might' read on my flight home after the fall semester...I practically missed the holidays because I couldn't put it down. If you like "chick-flicks," you'll love this book!!! It was great! I am waiting for a sequel!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 2, 2002
I could not put this down. Rice has written a wonderful love story that touches anyone's heart. May Taylor is a single mother and is a wedding planner. May's top priority is her daughter, Kylie, until one day she meets this handsome hockey player, Martin Cartier. It is love at first sight, but the path to happiness is truly about seeing beyond hurt and grief. A must read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 24, 2002
This is a wonderful book. It has a bit of mystery and a lot of romance added to it. I really can't say much more about it other than that but I would recommend this book to anyone looking for a good read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.