Tapestry of Fortunes

Tapestry of Fortunes

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by Elizabeth Berg
     
 

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

In this superb new novel by the beloved author of Open House, Home Safe, and The Last Time I Saw You, four women venture into their pasts in order to shape their futures, fates, and fortunes.
 
Cecilia Ross is a motivational speaker who encourages others to change their lives for the better. Why

Overview

NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

In this superb new novel by the beloved author of Open House, Home Safe, and The Last Time I Saw You, four women venture into their pasts in order to shape their futures, fates, and fortunes.
 
Cecilia Ross is a motivational speaker who encourages others to change their lives for the better. Why can’t she take her own advice? Still reeling from the death of her best friend, and freshly aware of the need to live more fully now, Cece realizes that she has to make a move—all the portentous signs seem to point in that direction.
 
She downsizes her life, sells her suburban Minnesota home and lets go of many of her possessions. She moves into a beautiful old house in Saint Paul, complete with a garden, chef’s kitchen, and three housemates: Lise, the home’s owner and a divorced mother at odds with her twenty-year-old daughter; Joni, a top-notch sous chef at a first-rate restaurant with a grade A jerk of a boss; and Renie, the youngest and most mercurial of the group, who is trying to rectify a teenage mistake. These women embark on a journey together in an attempt to connect with parts of themselves long denied. For Cece, that means finding Dennis Halsinger. Despite being “the one who got away,” Dennis has never been far from Cece’s thoughts.
 
In this beautifully written novel, leaving home brings revelations, reunions, and unexpected turns that affirm the inner truths of women’s lives. “Maybe Freud didn’t know the answer to what women want, but Elizabeth Berg certainly does,” said USA Today. Elizabeth Berg has crafted a novel rich in understanding of women’s longings, loves, and abiding friendships, which weave together into a tapestry of fortunes that connects us all.

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Praise for Tapestry of Fortunes
 
“A testament to the power of female friendships . . . Berg strips her writing down to what is essential and takes an unflinching look at lifelong regrets. The characters . . . will settle in your heart.”Booklist (starred review)
 
“Elizabeth Berg has carved out a place as one of America’s most beloved chroniclers of female friendship.”Chicago Tribune
 
“Luminous . . . As always, her writing is spare and lyrical, filled with . . . elegant description and profound insight.”Library Journal
 
“An incredibly uplifting and life-affirming story . . . Berg explores the themes of change and personal reinvention with exquisite phrasing, sharply-focused attention to detail, and boundless joy and heart.”—Bookreporter

Praise for Elizabeth Berg
 
“Truth rings forth clearly from every page. [Elizabeth] Berg captures the way women think—and especially the way they talk to other women—as well as any writer I can think of.”The Charlotte Observer, about Talk Before Sleep
 
“Elizabeth Berg’s gift as a storyteller lies most powerfully in her ability to find the extraordinary in the ordinary, the remarkable in the everyday.”The Boston Globe
 
“Berg’s writing is to literature what Chopin’s études are to music—measured, delicate, and impossible to walk away from until their completion. [Grade:] A+.”Entertainment Weekly

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Praise for Tapestry of Fortunes
 
“A testament to the power of female friendships . . . Berg strips her writing down to what is essential and takes an unflinching look at lifelong regrets. The characters . . . will settle in your heart.”Booklist (starred review)
 
“Elizabeth Berg has carved out a place as one of America’s most beloved chroniclers of female friendship.”Chicago Tribune
 
“Luminous . . . As always, her writing is spare and lyrical, filled with . . . elegant description and profound insight.”Library Journal
 
“An incredibly uplifting and life-affirming story . . . Berg explores the themes of change and personal reinvention with exquisite phrasing, sharply-focused attention to detail, and boundless joy and heart.”—Bookreporter

Praise for Elizabeth Berg

“Truth rings forth clearly from every page. [Elizabeth] Berg captures the way women think—and especially the way they talk to other women—as well as any writer I can think of.”The Charlotte Observer, about Talk Before Sleep

“Elizabeth Berg’s gift as a storyteller lies most powerfully in her ability to find the extraordinary in the ordinary, the remarkable in the everyday.”The Boston Globe

“Berg’s writing is to literature what Chopin’s études are to music—measured, delicate, and impossible to walk away from until their completion. [Grade:] A+.”Entertainment Weekly

“A writer whose luminous prose is likely to stay with you a long, long time.”Chicago Tribune

“Berg could be creating a new genre. . . . [She] is especially wonderful at depicting the small revealing moments of women’s friendships, the offhand sharing of secrets in the grocery store.”Kirkus Reviews

“Berg’s impeccable prose gives voice to that element in our psyche that enables us to cope with the impossible. . . . Berg writes on a higher plane.”Booklist

“One of the most life-affirming writers around.”The Miami Herald

“Berg has a gift for capturing the small, often sweet details of ordinary life.”Newsday

From the Hardcover edition.

Library Journal
Craving change, Cecilia Ross takes time off, disposes of her home, and moves into a grand old house in St. Paul with three roommates. The four women decide to take a road trip, one to connect with the daughter she gave up, another with a former husband; a professional chef wants to check out other restaurants. As for Cecilia, that unexpected letter from former heartthrob Dennis Helsinger has her sailing on the wind. Who better to tell this story than quintessential women's author Berg?
Kirkus Reviews
A motivational speaker struggles to follow her own advice after a close friend dies. Cecilia, successful self-help author and woman of a certain age--which she declines, on principle, to disclose--travels the nation inspiring others to be their best selves. However, since her best friend Penny died after a short illness, Cecilia herself is now adrift. Penny, her next-door neighbor in Minneapolis, had tried to persuade Cecilia to take a vacation and go globe-trotting with her. But Cecilia procrastinated, and now it is too late. Consulting a variety of fortunetelling devices, she sells her home--she has never married--and moves in with three other women, who are also at loose ends. The witty repartee among the four, and their interaction with their pet, an aging yellow lab named Riley, is the most enjoyable aspect of this otherwise predictable pastiche of time-worn truisms on loss and aging. The four (and Riley) soon leave domestic routine to traverse the heartland in search of lost opportunities. Cecilia intends to reconnect with globe-trotting heartthrob Dennis, with whom she lost touch after college. Her traveling companions, advice columnist Renie, family physician Lise and chef Joni, are seeking, respectively, a lost daughter, an ex-husband and culinary inspiration. (Riley is just hoping for lots of road-food leftovers.) The bromidic plot leaves no doubt as to the outcome for all four. Berg marshals sentimental subplots in support of her inspirational thesis: The wry voice of the departed Penny reminds Cecilia that time's winged chariot is hovering just overhead, the fiancee of a dying man in a hospice where Cecilia volunteers (that was Penny's deathbed wish) offers him a last hope, and Cecilia's dotty mother, an assisted living resident, is bent on getting married. However, the characterization, particularly of Cecilia, is too sketchy: A deeper, more fully articulated back story might have lent needed depth to our understanding of how Cecilia arrived at this juncture in her life. Berg fails to play to her strengths here.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780345533791
Publisher:
Random House Publishing Group
Publication date:
04/08/2014
Pages:
240
Sales rank:
281,933
Product dimensions:
5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.70(d)

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When I was growing up, my mother’s best friend was a woman named Cosmina Mandruleanu. I liked her for a lot of reasons: her name, of course; her ash-blond hair and throaty voice and loud laugh; her bangle bracelets and black nylons and the way she was generous with the Juicy Fruit gum she always kept in her purse. She was someone who made smoking seem alluring; if she looked at you in that sidelong way when she exhaled, you felt as though you were sharing a risqué secret. She told me her grandmother was a Romanian gypsy who had passed on to her the Gift: Cosmina could tell fortunes. Mostly she used tea leaves, but she also read palms or used a crystal ball or her grandmother’s ancient Tarot cards. She said her gifts were in her mind, that she could use anything, even a pair of pliers, as a catalyst for accessing her powers. But people liked the traditional props, and so she accommodated them. She once told my mother that she, too, was a bit psychic, which made my mother fluff up with pride and say, “You know, I thought so.” When I asked Cosmina if she thought I had the Gift as well, she looked at me for a long time. Then she said, “You are a good student of human nature. That’s a start.”

Cosmina once volunteered to tell fortunes at my junior high school’s annual fund-raiser, so that the adults would have something to do besides drink weak coffee and watch Dunk the Principal. She sat in a corner of the gymnasium behind a TV tray on which she had draped a black cloth, and she wore a long black skirt and a black blouse over which she had a fringed red shawl. She’d knotted a black scarf at the base of her neck to cover her bright hair, and her makeup was more dramatic than usual: thick lines of kohl were drawn around her eyes. I offered her a dollar to have my own fortune read. She refused at first; she said she read adults only, it wasn’t right to read children, especially children of your friends. Finally, though, she relented. I stood before her in my pedal pushers and sleeveless blouse, my breath caught in my throat. She laid her hands on her crystal ball and closed her eyes. Then she peered into it. After a moment, she said, “Your task will be to learn in what direction to look for life’s great riches, and not to deny the veracity of your own vision.”

I stared at her, then whispered, “What does ‘veracity’ mean?”

She leaned forward and whispered back, “Truth.”

When I got outside, I wrote Cosmina’s words on the back of a flyer. That night, I read them again, then put the paper in a handmade wooden box I’d been given by my grandfather. It was large, about twelve by twenty, and four inches deep, made of black ash; and it had box-joint corners of which the maker was justifiably proud. He’d woodburned Japanese chrysanthemums into the lid, and they were beautiful--spidery and reaching, botanical fireworks. I’d wanted to save the box to use for something important. Here it was.

My best friend Penny’s grave has a simple headstone, light gray granite inscribed with her name, the date of her birth, and the date of her death, which was four months ago. Below that, as agreed, are these words: Say it. Penny believed that people didn’t often enough admit to what they really felt, and she thought that made for a lot of problems. Being close to her meant that you had to attempt unstinting honesty, at least in your dealings with her. Her husband, Brice, could get annoyed about this, and so could I--a lack of deceit requires a kind of internal surveillance that can feel like work, and there are, after all, times when a lie serves a noble purpose. But overall, I think both he and I understood the value of such candor, and appreciated Penny’s efforts to steer us toward it. And then there was this: we wanted to please her because we both loved her so much. Loved and needed her.

And here she is.

I lean back on my hands and look out over the acres of graves. I used to feel that cemeteries were wasted space, that they could be put to far better use as parks, or golf courses, or even to allow for more living space. But I’ve changed my mind. There is a wide peace here, even in sorrow; and it’s sitting beside Penny’s grave that I can best feel her.

“Going to Atlanta tomorrow,” I tell her.

Good gig?

“It is good. Early flight, though. You know I hate those early flights.”

Stop whining.

“Your sweet peas are blossoming,” I say. I planted some recently, at the base of her headstone.

I know. I see. Pink.

“Where are you?”

Silence.

“Penny?”

She’s gone.

She always leaves when I ask that question; I don’t know why I keep asking it. Well, yes I do. I keep asking it because I keep wanting to know where she is.

I sit for a while longer, appreciating the feel of the sun on my back, the sound of the mockingbird in the tree nearby imitating the whistle of a cardinal. A few rows away, I see an old man sitting on a fold‑up chair, his hat in his hands, his head bowed. I can see his lips moving. It might be prayer. Or he might be like me: he might be having a conversation. Out here, there are a lot of people like me. We don’t often speak to each other, but I think it’s safe to say we gratefully acknowledge each other’s presence, that little mercy.

The next afternoon, I’m at the Oshaka Women’s Club in Atlanta, where I’ve been hired to give a talk. I’m standing at the window in the speaker’s room and looking through the slanted blinds at the women gathered on the lawn, chatting amiably, laughing, leaning their heads together to share a certain confidence. They’re pretty; they look like so many butter mints, dressed in pastel greens and pinks and yellows and whites. It’s a warm spring day after a rainy night, and the women who are wearing high heels are having trouble with them sinking into the earth.

I sit down on the silk love seat to review my notes, but I don’t have to: I’ve delivered this speech called “You.2: Creating a Better Version of Yourself” so many times, in so many places, that I’ve pretty much memorized it. But looking at my notes gives me something to do besides stare at the flowered wallpaper, the Oriental rug, the gold-and-crystal sconce lighting, which I’ve already examined thoroughly. It also keeps me from what has become a persistent sadness; it’s taking me a while to get over Penny’s death. The last thing a motivational speaker needs is to appear low on energy, mired in despair.

This organization likes you to be there early, and they keep you in the speaker’s room until you go on; they feel it’s more exciting to their audience if they see you for the first time when you come onstage, smiling, waving, dressed in your power suit--in this case, a white St. John skirt and jacket, offset by a turquoise necklace and earrings.

A fifty-something woman wearing a yellow apron over a print dress comes into the room holding a little gold-rimmed plate full of food: tea sandwiches, cut‑up melon, cookies. “I’m just helping out in the kitchen before your talk,” she says. “I have to tell you, I am really looking forward to hearing you speak. I hope you won’t mind my telling you this, but you said something in your last book that truly helped change my life: Getting lost is the only way to find what you didn’t know you were looking for. It is so true. It helped me to flat out leave a man who was just a son of a bitch, plain and simple. It took a real leap of faith to do what you said. I did have to get kind of lost--to abandon certain ways of thinking, of being, really--and it was scary. But doing that gave me the courage to walk away from someone I should have left a long time ago. And six months later, I found someone else who is much better for me. I’m so happy to thank you in person for helping me to do that.”

She looks at her watch, unties her apron. “Oh my, I didn’t mean to run on. I’d better get a seat.”

She goes out of the room and I check my makeup one more time, straighten my suit jacket, and here comes Darlene Simmons, the club’s president, to escort me onto the stage.

When we come out from behind the curtain, the room immediately quiets. I sit in one of the two wingback chairs onstage, and Darlene goes up to the lectern and does the introduction. Then I go up and begin my talk.

Forty minutes later, I end by saying, “When I was a junior in high school, I was sitting in my world history class when the teacher suddenly asked this question: ‘What is truth?’ There was a long silence, we all just sat there, and then finally Janet Gilmore, the smartest girl in the class--and also, unfairly, the prettiest--raised her hand and she said, ‘Truth is what you believe.’ Mr. Sanders nodded approvingly. I was thinking, What does this have to do with history? But of course it has everything to do with history, because history is shaped by the belief systems of those who made it.

“Our own individual life history is also shaped that way. In large part, when you factor out fate, what we are is because of what we believe about ourselves. Wherever we are in the world, we mostly live in the small space between our ears.

“I challenge you to acknowledge and affirm your innermost beliefs: bring them into the light. When you know what the truth is for you, you can help create not only your history, but your destiny.”

I thank the audience, then step from behind the lectern to applaud them. I’ve been doing this long enough to know that many women are inspired, but some who walked in here cynical are walking out the same way. In some respects, I’m among them. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my years as a motivational speaker, it’s that most people need someone else to tell them what they already know. I include myself in this. I include myself most keenly. That, in fact, is how I start my talks: I say I am forever a physician in the act of healing myself, that to be human is to live in wonder and in need, and in perpetual evolution. I say that no matter what our occupation, our real job is to help each other out. Penny was the one who helped me. It kills me to use the past tense when I talk about her. It frightens me to think that there may never be anyone who can take her place.

Times when we were stumped and unable to advise each other about problems, we used to go out on my porch at night with my grandfather’s box. We would light candles and hunch over a table and inquire of the oracle. In addition to Cosmina’s fortune, which I wrote out all those years ago, the box holds a lot of different things for playing medium: cards, books, stones.

Penny and I asked about relationships, about work, about friends and relatives, and occasionally about politicians. We asked if the end of the world was nigh; we asked if the Twins would win the series. We were often playful but just as often we were deeply respectful. It was eerie how “on” the answers sometimes were, how using two or even three different methods for posing the same question could yield the same answer. I think on more than one occasion we kind of scared ourselves.

And then there was the time after Penny was first diagnosed, when I did the cards alone. I sat at my kitchen table and closed my eyes and simply thought, Penny. I was too afraid to ask a specific question. But the question was heard anyway, because I pulled the death card. I reshuffled the deck once, twice, and made a new spread. Pulled a card. Got the same thing.

I laid my head down on my arms and wept. Since that day, I, the motivational speaker, have not been able to motivate myself into making a new life without her.

“I’ll stop soon,” I used to tell Penny, who in recent years had begun advising me to quit working or at least cut down enough so that we could travel together. It was a dream of ours to go to Japan; I think Penny bought every book published about traveling there. We also wanted to take a leisurely driving trip across the southern states. Brice didn’t like to travel and was all in favor of Penny “getting it out of her system” with me. I had never married, and though I almost always had a relationship, sometimes a serious one, I never thought any of those men would be as much fun to travel with as Penny would be. We were passionate about many of the same things: small towns, vintage quilts, unique breakfast places, cobalt-blue glassware, spontaneous conversations with all kinds of people in all kinds of places. Penny was the kind of person who could go into a convenience store for a Coke and come out soul mates with the cashier.

We also seemed to operate on the same kind of schedule; it was a happy day when we admitted to each other that we loved taking the phone off the hook and napping in the mid-afternoons. “Do you sleep more than twenty minutes?” I asked. I felt a little guilty that my naps lasted thirty or even forty-five minutes. “I have gone for two hours!” she said, and I high-fived her.

We planned on alternating extravagant hotels with cheap motels on our road trip. “Maybe we’ll find a crumbly old pink one!” Penny said. “With one of those pools the size of a puddle!” It was our belief that tacky motels would be much more interesting, even if the beds gave pause. We wanted to walk the Freedom Trail in Boston and take donkeys down into the Grand Canyon. We wanted to feel the power of the vortexes in Sedona, Arizona, and to buy some crystals there. Oh, we had plans. So many plans that I kept putting off.

“But when will you stop?” she would ask, year after year, and I would say, “Something will tell me when.” Once, exasperated, she said, “You act like there’s all the time in the world, and there isn’t!” To this I had no reply.

Meet the Author

Elizabeth Berg is the author of many bestselling novels, including The Last Time I Saw You, Home Safe, The Year of Pleasures, and Dream When You’re Feeling Blue, as well as two collections of short stories and two works of nonfiction. Open House was an Oprah’s Book Club selection, Durable Goods and Joy School were selected as ALA Best Books of the Year, Talk Before Sleep was short-listed for an Abby Award, and The Pull of the Moon was adapted into a play. Berg has been honored by both the Boston Public Library and the Chicago Public Library and is a popular speaker at venues around the country. Her work has been translated into twenty-seven languages. She lives near Chicago.

Brief Biography

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

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Tapestry of Fortunes 3.6 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 32 reviews.
Debles More than 1 year ago
I wish I had read the review below before reading the book. It said the book was almost 400 pages on my Nook. I was enjoying the story and all of sudden , it is obviously a wrap up chapter, skipping a year and didn't wrap up any of the stories of the other three characters! What a disappointment! and a waste of money for a book of 200 pages. I liked the story but so bummed at how short it was and didn't even wrap up the story!
MrsO More than 1 year ago
I am very confused.  In the description of this book, it says it has 240 pages.  So I am enjoying the read and suddenly a new chapter begins and what is to be a summary of what has happened to the characters in the past year.  Now this is on my nook, and on page 198 the book is over.  It then begins the first chapter of her Open House book, which I read years ago, so I have no desire to read it again and did not think I was paying for this...not a word is said about this book in the description.  So I am giving this book one star because it was more like a short story with just glimpses of a beginning, middle and end.  I have read every one of Elizabeth Berg's books.  This one has just left me puzzled.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very disappointing when I found the new book ended prematurely and then was insulted to find 'Open House' attached almost like an after thought. No mention of that when I purchased the nook book. Shame on you!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Where is the Elizabeth Berg of a few years ago? Tapestry of Fortunes was yet another disappoint in a string of disappointing Berg novels. The story line had potential, but was lost in the impossibility of circumstances. For example, the main character ( the voice of the novel) gives up her career, lists and sells her home and most of it's contents, and packs up and moves into a house with three women she doesn't know....all within a few hours. The potentially interesting problems facing the four women are glossed over and neatly (and happily) resolved by a short road trip across the Midwest. This book is too hard to relate to, too unrealistic, too absurd to believe. The characters are one-dimensional and not very likeable. . It is sad, because the tender and compassionate insight Ms. Berg used to have is gone. What happened to her gift of creating characters you would love to know, facing problems you also had? I will not read another of Ms. Berg's offerings. There are too many worthier books to read. If you want to read Berg, please try her first four or five novels. They will touch your heart in a very special way.
Luv2Read27 More than 1 year ago
I loved this novel! I lost my husband about 9 months ago - and this book really resonated with my experience with grief and with now seeking living - not just being alive. I loved all four interconnected stories and the message about life. Well written and definitely connects with loss and finding a way to honor the lessons our loved ones teach us through their lives and our losses.
StelaKH More than 1 year ago
A great book. I just wish they were longer . This one ended too quickly but a good book to read. Clears the heat and mind.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Frankly I don't understand the last reviews. Once again Berg touch my mind and heart and made me think of my own life tapestry. I have read every Berg novel along with her other offerings and I think she is true to form in this book (pun intended). The only complaint I have is that they end far too quickly because I cant put them down. I'd also like to thank Elizabeth and the publisher for including "OpenHouse" in the ebook. I own the hard copy (along with the others) but it's nice to have on my Nook. Some follks just can't recognize a gift.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is not one of Elizabeth Berg's best novels. The characters are not well developed and unrealistic. A middle aged woman suddenly sells her house and moves in with 3 other middle aged women and they are instantly best friends. She also goes to a nursing home and helps to save a relationship between a dieing man and his fiance. And, of course she ends up in a relationship. The surprise is that the book is really a novella and the nook version has another of Berg's previous novels attached to it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I can not wait for Elizabeth Berg's book to come out. They are so true to a woman's voice. Her books are always enthralling and the end always comes too soon. Her characters are people I would want as friends of mine. The story of friendship lost and found was very special and the road trip was one I'd love to take! More Elizabeth Berg please!
JacksonvilleReader More than 1 year ago
Sometimes a book comes along at just the right time in our lives. This is true for Tapestry of Fortunes. A lovely story, well written and thought provoking.
BeachGalJW More than 1 year ago
Liz Berg is back, but not wholly 100% in her latest book, which I just finished. It ended abruptly, w/ a succeeding old 1990 story 'Open House,' which I read years ago. And guess what? 'Open House' was a 5 star, and her recent a 4 star! I will keep reading Berg's books, though, if not for her human content and poetic words. They can take you away...BeachGal
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Story-Eyes More than 1 year ago
Elizabeth Berg understands many things that run through the minds of women. But this book became more and more far-fetched and simplistic. When I realized so much had happened at only 150 pages, I realized there must be more complex issues to be revealed.  SO wrong! I agree with most of the writers here that the book ended way too abruptly. The protagonist is a woman who was deeply committed to deceased best friend and volunteers with a terminally ill person, and meets women making difficult decisions.  Turns out it's ALL about the old boyfriend and everything else gets either sewn up or forgotten by the end.  Even worse was to find out that the book company (with or without Berg's knowledge) tacked on a book written years ago (which I read) to "fill it out to full book size of 400+ pages originally claimed. The actual book was more of a novella at 198 pages with 42 pages of lists, discussion notes, etc. Overall, it was way too expensive for a Nook book and was not clearly represented (as most people on this site agree). Thank you B&N for the refund.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Uninteresting and basically unreadable. Not an original idea or a believable statement in this book. Berg should take the money she made writing GOOD books (yes, there were some) and retire.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book and the characters. I don't want to give the story away....dislike when others do that. I couldn't put this book down. Wonderful read.
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I read every book she writes. She never disappoints, I am a fan.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
i really enjoyed this book, as i always have with elizabeth berg's other novels.  for those of you who read the nook version, nothing was cut out-that's how the book ended.    i believe ms. berg was getting her readers to use their imaginations with both the storyline and the way the book ended.  lighten up, people-this is fiction! 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book - it came at a perfect crossroads of time in my life.  I wished it was longer - the characters could have had more depth and exploration if told in more than just the first person.  I would definitely recommend it to others.  I loved the theme of taking a chance to get yourself "unstuck."  The world is full of possibilities, paths to take, and people to care about, if you dare take the plunge.  It really made me think about the story long after I finished it.  I had the privilege of meeting Ms. Berg at a book signing.  She is so poised and has a genuine overall graciousness about her.  I could feel this story coming from her voice, her thoughts.  I will read more, that's for certain.  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is my first book to read by Berg. wasn't really excited about the book. It was just okay. Read the book in one day. It might be a good read for someone going through a divorce or a loss of a loved one. Found it to be very scripted.
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Marschajew More than 1 year ago
This is another great read from Elizabeth Berg. It is comfortable, yet thought provoking.