The Department of Lost & Found: A Novel

by Allison Winn Scotch Narrated by Julia Whelan

Overview

“Allison Winn Scotch is the real deal and The Department of Lost & Found is one you absolutely won't want to miss.”
-Johanna Edwards, author of The Next Big Thing

“Funny, touching, tender, true....I loved it.”
-Pamela Redmond Satran, author of Suburbanistas

A Redbook Magazine Editor's Choice, Allison Winn Scotch's sparkling debut novel, The Department of Lost & Found, is a story that makes you laugh and cry in equal measure. This funny and uplifting tale of a young woman overcoming bad odds and changing her life, as she discovers unexpected truths about her friends, her family, and herself, is one that Julie Buxbaum and Jennifer Weiner fans will not soon forget.

Editorial Reviews

Kirkus Reviews

A predictable debut about a 30-year-old go-getter whose life is put on hold when she's diagnosed with breast cancer. Natalie Miller is senior aide to a Hillary Clinton-like New York senator-the job is tough, demanding and a bit underhanded. And so is Natalie. But the identity she's carefully cultivated is no match for the big "C," especially when the two things she depends on-the power of her job and her unchallenging boyfriend-disappear after her diagnosis. Although Natalie will admit she and Ned were hardly inseparable, no one wants to be dumped, especially at such a tumultuous time. And though Natalie would like to tough it out, Senator Dupris insists she take some time off during chemotherapy (of course, in her absence, Natalie loses her swank private office). Adrift without her professional position, Natalie decides to uncover why her past romances have failed. Disappointingly, the sections devoted to tracking old boyfriends are in diary form. The feedback from the beaus is the same: Natalie has always had priorities other than romance. Now afraid of dying, and that her chance for love may be over, she longs for both the one who got away (burgeoning rock-star Jake) and the one who may be Mr. Right, her second-best friend's ex, Zach. In the midst of the expected boyfriend trouble and work trouble (she is being usurped by an underling) is Natalie's battle with cancer, her chemotherapy, the loss of her hair and then both her breasts, the reaction of her friends and finally Natalie's own growing ability to ask for help. The writing is chatty, often funny, but the obviousness of the plot-by the end, Natalie may have found true love-detracts from any poignancy derived from Natalie's battlewith illness. Amiable gal stuff, aiming for, but not quite reaching, a higher plateau.

From the Publisher

The Department of Lost and Found is honest, touching and funny. Winn Scotch’s thoroughly engaging and optimistic debut simply sparkles!” — Claire Cook, author of Life's a Beach

“With a heroine who dares to be cranky and bitchy abour her disease while still attempting to keep her ‘brave’ game face on. The story is real, honest, engrossing, and funny, too. Plus any book with a Bob Barker cameo is aces with me.” — Valerie Frankel

“Allison Winn Scotch’s thoroughly engaging and optimistic debut novel simply sparkles!” — Claire Cook, author of Life's A Beach

“The changes and realizations that the characters make are profound and moving....An impressive debut.” — Booklist

Where you should read it: On the beach. It’s smart and well-written, but still divertingly light. — Marie Claire

Told with humor and hope for a happier ending, this heartwarming debut will encourage readers to take stock. —

Told with humor and hope for a happier ending, this heartwarming debut will encourage readers to take stock. — Theta magazine

Editor’s Choice: When [Natalie Miller’s] carefully crafted life begins to crumble...she finds inspiration from unexpected people. — Redbook Magazine

“A light, fast and fun read on a serious topic.” — Philadelphia Inquirer

Philadelphia Inquirer

A light, fast and fun read on a serious topic.

Redbook Magazine

Editor’s Choice: When [Natalie Miller’s] carefully crafted life begins to crumble...she finds inspiration from unexpected people.

Claire Cook

The Department of Lost and Found is honest, touching and funny. Winn Scotch’s thoroughly engaging and optimistic debut simply sparkles!

Valerie Frankel

With a heroine who dares to be cranky and bitchy abour her disease while still attempting to keep her ‘brave’ game face on. The story is real, honest, engrossing, and funny, too. Plus any book with a Bob Barker cameo is aces with me.

Marie Claire

Where you should read it: On the beach. It’s smart and well-written, but still divertingly light.

Booklist

The changes and realizations that the characters make are profound and moving....An impressive debut.

Theta magazine

Told with humor and hope for a happier ending, this heartwarming debut will encourage readers to take stock.

Booklist

The changes and realizations that the characters make are profound and moving....An impressive debut.

Theta Magazine

Told with humor and hope for a happier ending, this heartwarming debut will encourage readers to take stock.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940173803450
Publisher:	HarperCollins
Publication date:	02/01/2012
Edition description:	Unabridged

Read an Excerpt

The Department of Lost & Found
A Novel

Chapter One

Dear Diary,

And so I begin. Janice, my cancer therapist, suggested that it might be healthy for me to channel my feelings onto paper instead of channeling them inward and sitting around feeling sorry for myself, which I've spent a great deal of time doing in the past few weeks. So I'm going to give this diary thing a shot. Though, really, who can blame me for moping? I was diagnosed with wretched cancer, my boyfriend dumped me, and the office won't return my calls.

Of course, when Janice suggested this little hobby, I told her I had nothing to write about: My cancer was certainly out—spending hours in a darkened bedroom with a pen in hand mulling over my mortality wasn't an option. But then, I was lying on my couch staring at the ceiling, hearing the radio but not really listening, when I heard Jake's voice come over the airwaves. Jake. He of my all-consuming love. He was singing about lost love, and I sunk into the pillows and pulled the chenille throw blanket over my legs and wondered if he were singing about me. When the DJ spun a new song, I sat up with a start. Inspiration.

You see, Diary, in the weeks since Ned up and dumped me, it has occurred to me that I'm not entirely sure what went wrong between us. And when I further pondered this situation, I realized that I wasn't sure what went wrong in just about all of my prior relationships. And when I pondered this one step more, I realized that I must lack any or all bits of self-awareness. I mean, what sort of person walks away from a relationship and doesn't even devote a moment to the root of itsending? Sure, I spent time mulling over the ending itself—the overdramatic epitaphs, the wasted tears—but not necessarily the why behind it.

So with that, Diary, I'm off to retrace the steps and missteps of my past: Yes, I'm going to track down the five loves of my life and see what I might glean, who I'll be, where I'll end up. Who knows where it will lead? But you'll be along for the ride, Diary. Wish me luck.

The election was in six weeks and counting, and admittedly, being out of the action was beginning to take its toll. Ever since law school, I'd only known one thing: work. Higher, stronger, more. Which is how I'd ascended to my pivotal position as the great Senator Dupris's senior aide. All by the age of thirty, which I turned in early September, just before the world as I know it otherwise imploded.

Before said implosion of my world, I was a woman about town. I'd be parked at my desk by 7:30 A.M., already having run four miles, chatted up the Starbucks barista, and scanned the morning headlines. The next twelve hours would be a blur: The day would be spent cajoling aides, seducing lobbyists, caressing the media, or demolishing anyone who stood in the senator's way. If I were lucky, in the evenings Ned and I would split Chinese takeout around nineish, and after checking my e-mail one last time, I'd crash on my four-hundred-thread-count sheets, only to start it up all over again the next morning.

Now? Well, here's an example of what I did today.

8:27 I wake up.

8:28 I consider vomiting, so roll back over onto Ned's side of the bed and pull my sleep mask back down.

8:31 I can't ward off the effects of Friday's chemo treatment any longer, despite my heavy use of the antinausea drugs that Dr. Chin, my oncologist, prescribed, so I rush to the bathroom just off my bedroom and lean over the toilet while my body rebels against the very medicine that's trying to save it.

8:35 I brush my teeth, wipe the sweat off my brow, and climb back into bed, swearing that I've never hated anything more in my life than this cancer, which, if you were privy to several of my professional entanglements, says a lot about my distaste for my current condition.

9:26 The phone rouses me from bed, and I assure Dr. Dorney—well, Zach, I should really call him (or Dr. Horny, as my friend Lila, the one who ended up dating him for a year and a half before unceremoniously dumping him on the grounds that she couldn't stand dating a man who looked at vaginas for a living, liked to call him)—that I'm fine and don't need anything, and please to not stop by. I sit up in bed and catch my reflection in the closet mirror on the opposite wall: my matted hair, my three-day-old pajamas, my sallow skin. No, I tell him firmly, you should most definitely not drop by.

10:06 My eyes (and brain, perhaps) glaze over as I become entranced with Bob Barker and his lovely bevy of beauties.

10:11 The antinausea tea that I've quickly grown to rely on winds its way through my system, so I nibble on a banana. It's only been three weeks (or one chemo cycle), and I've already lost five pounds.

10:54 Despite feeling rather bulletproof with my Price Is Right expertise, I lose the vacation to the Bahamas and the Ford Thunderbird in the showcase showdown. Now what do I have to live for?

11:02 Time to e-mail Kyle at work.

From: Miller, Natalie
To: Richardson, Kyle
Re: What's Up with Taylor?

Kyle—

Saw the paper this AM. What's up with the leaks about Dupris's tax returns? You know that Councilman Taylor will do anything to win this election and put her out of the job. He's a slimy bastard—and a state councilman at that! Where does he get off? What are you guys doing for damage control?

—Nat

11:54 I check e-mail.

12:03 I check e-mail.

12:11 I check e-mail.

12:34 I realize that my BlackBerry will alert me to my e-mail, so decide to take a walk.

The Department of Lost & Found
A Novel. Copyright © by Allison Scotch. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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