The Good House: A Novel [NOOK Book]

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Now a New York Times Bestseller!

How can you prove you're not an alcoholic?

You can’t.

It's like trying to prove you're not a witch.  

Hildy Good is a townie. A lifelong resident of an historic community on the rocky coast of Boston’s North Shore, she knows pretty much everything about everyone. Hildy is a descendant of one of the witches hung in nearby Salem, and ...

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Overview


Now a New York Times Bestseller!

How can you prove you're not an alcoholic?

You can’t.

It's like trying to prove you're not a witch.  

Hildy Good is a townie. A lifelong resident of an historic community on the rocky coast of Boston’s North Shore, she knows pretty much everything about everyone. Hildy is a descendant of one of the witches hung in nearby Salem, and is believed, by some, to have inherited psychic gifts. Not true, of course; she’s just good at reading people. Hildy is good at lots of things.  A successful real-estate broker, mother and grandmother, her days are full. But her nights have become lonely ever since her daughters, convinced their mother was drinking too much, staged an intervention and sent her off to rehab.  Now she’s in recovery—more or less.

Alone and feeling unjustly persecuted, Hildy needs a friend. She finds one in Rebecca McCallister, a beautiful young mother and one of the town’s wealthy newcomers. Rebecca feels out-of-step in her new surroundings and is grateful for the friendship. And Hildy feels like a person of the world again, as she and Rebecca escape their worries with some harmless gossip, and a bottle of wine by the fire—just one of their secrets. 

But not everyone takes to Rebecca, who is herself the subject of town gossip. When Frank Getchell, an eccentric local who shares a complicated history with Hildy, tries to warn her away from Rebecca, Hildy attempts to protect her friend from a potential scandal. Soon, however, Hildy is busy trying to cover her own tracks and protect her reputation.  When a cluster of secrets become dangerously entwined, the reckless behavior of one threatens to expose the other, and this darkly comic novel takes a chilling turn.

THE GOOD HOUSE, by Ann Leary is funny, poignant, and terrifying. A classic New England tale that lays bare the secrets of one little town, this spirited novel will stay with you long after the story has ended.

 

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“Leary writes with humor and insight, revealing both the pure pleasure of drinking and the lies and justifications of alcoholism, the warmth Hildy feels toward others when she drinks and the desperation that makes her put alcohol before the people she loves. The result is a layered and complex portrait of a woman struggling with addiction, in a town where no secret stays secret for long.” –J. Courtney Sullivan, New York Times Book Review

“Superstition, drama, and intrigue unspool at a perfect pace in Ann Leary’s irresistible new novel, The Good House, a tale steeped in New England character and small-town social tumult.” —Redbook

“One of the best works of Massachusetts fiction in recent memory.” —Boston Magazine

“Fresh, sharp and masterfully told. Hildy’s tale is as intoxicating as it is sobering.” —People Magazine (People Pick)

"Leary... gleefully peels back the pretensions that so often accompany portraits of ye olde Americana." —USA Today

"A sophisticated turn on guilty-pleasure reading that is so well-written it won't make you feel guilty after all, except maybe about reaching for that third glass of pinot noir." —The Huffington Post

"Ann Leary's The Good House creates a one-of-a-kind character in Hildy Good, and gives us a raw, first-person glimpse into the mind of a middle-aged, outspoken wry New England realtor so real she might be someone you know...yet who also is hiding her alcoholism from her family, her town, and herself. By the end you'll be flipping pages, trying desperately to piece together what happened as much as the narrator is doing herself." —Jodi Picoult, New York Times bestselling author of House Rules and Sing You Home

"Leary's genius is to give us  a true original: Hildy, a not-so-recovering alcoholic/realtor who crashlands among a colorful cast of New England neighbors, but Leary also says a great deal about the houses we choose to live, the people we're compelled to love,  and the addictions we don't want to give up. So alive, I swear the pages of this wickedly funny and moving novel are breathing." —Caroline Leavitt, New York Times bestselling author of Pictures of You

"I opened The Good House and was instantly sucked in; I read the whole thing in one sitting and was sorry when it ended. The story is atmospheric, funny, poignant, gritty, and romantic, and Hildy Good is refreshingly candid and lovably flawed." —Kate Christensen, author of The Great Man  

"Hildy is an original, irresistibly likable and thoroughly untrustworthy … a genuinely funny novel about alcoholism." —Kirkus, starred review

"Leary’s powerfully perceptive and smartly nuanced portrait of the perils of alcoholism is enhanced by her spot-on depiction of staid New England village life and the redemption to be found in traditions and community."—Booklist

"In Leary’s third book ... the perils of addiction come to life. Sure to please fans of women’s fiction featuring women of a certain age such as the novels of Jeanne Ray and Elizabeth Berg." —Library Journal

Publishers Weekly
Hildy Good is a realtor in Wendover, the little Massachusetts town where she's lived her entire life. Smalltown life inevitably brings smalltown gossip, and Hildy is no exception: "I know pretty much everything that happens in this town. One way or another, it gets back to me." Suffering from alcoholism and marital problems, Hildy's always in search of distractions. Emboldened by a self-professed ability to read people—bordering on what she considers ESP—Hildy finds the intrigue she's been looking for when Boston hedge fund owner Brian McAllister and his wife, Rebecca, move to town. With her characteristic vigilance, Hildy soon uncovers a burgeoning affair between Rebecca and a local psychiatrist. As confidante, blackmailer, and real-estate broker to both Rebecca and Peter, the psychiatrist who rents the upstairs office, Hildy's entanglements not only threaten the lives of others but also tease out her own problems and self-delusions. In this second novel (after Outtakes from a Marriage), Leary creates a long-winded and melodramatic Peyton Place, but convincingly displays the corrosive and sometimes dire consequences of denial and overconfidence. Agent: Maria Massie, Lippincot Massie McQuilkin. (Jan.)
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“Fresh, sharp and masterfully told. Hildy’s tale is as intoxicating as it is sobering.”—People

“A layered and complex portrait of a woman struggling with addiction, in a town where no secret stays secret for long.”—J. Courtney Sullivan, The New York Times Book Review

“Superstition, drama, and intrigue unspool at a perfect pace in Ann Leary’s irresistible new novel, The Good House, a tale steeped in New England character and small-town social tumult.”—Redbook

“Hildy is an original, irresistibly likable and thoroughly untrustworthy....A genuinely funny novel about alcoholism.”—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“Leary gleefully peels back the pretensions that so often accompany portraits of ye olde Americana, peering through the shingles to reveal a lobster-pot’s worth of ensnared ties between townies and the newly entitled....The Good House is a good read.”—USA Today

“One of the best works of Massachusetts fiction in recent memory.”—Boston Magazine

“Ann Leary's The Good House creates a one-of-a-kind character in Hildy Good, and gives us a raw, first-person glimpse into the mind of a middle-aged, outspoken wry New England realtor so real she might be someone you know...yet who also is hiding her alcoholism from her family, her town, and herself. By the end you'll be flipping pages, trying desperately to piece together what happened as much as the narrator is doing herself.”—Jodi Picoult, New York Times bestselling author of House Rules and Sing You Home

“Leary's genius is to give us  a true original: Hildy, a not-so-recovering alcoholic/realtor who crashlands among a colorful cast of New England neighbors, but Leary also says a great deal about the houses we choose to live, the people we're compelled to love,  and the addictions we don't want to give up. So alive, I swear the pages of this wickedly funny and moving novel are breathing.”—Caroline Leavitt, New York Times bestselling author of Pictures of You

“I opened The Good House and was instantly sucked in; I read the whole thing in one sitting and was sorry when it ended. The story is atmospheric, funny, poignant, gritty, and romantic, and Hildy Good is refreshingly candid and lovably flawed.”—Kate Christensen, author of The Great Man

“Leary’s powerfully perceptive and smartly nuanced portrait of the perils of alcoholism is enhanced by her spot-on depiction of staid New England village life and the redemption to be found in traditions and community.”—Booklist

“In Leary’s third book...the perils of addiction come to life. Sure to please fans of women’s fiction featuring women of a certain age such as the novels of Jeanne Ray and Elizabeth Berg.”—Library Journal

Kirkus Reviews
A supposedly recovering alcoholic real estate agent tells her not-exactly-trustworthy version of life in her small New England town in this tragicomic novel by Leary (Outtakes from a Marriage, 2008, etc.). Sixty-year-old Hildy Good, a divorced realtor who has lived all her life in Wendover on the Massachusetts North Shore, proudly points to having an ancestor burned at the stake at the Salem witch trials. In fact, her party trick is to do psychic readings using subtle suggestions and observational skills honed by selling homes. At first, the novel seems to center on Hildy's insights about her Wendover neighbors, particularly her recent client Rebecca McAllister, a high-strung young woman who has moved into a local mansion with her businessman husband and two adopted sons. Hildy witnesses Rebecca having trouble fitting in with other mothers, visiting the local psychiatrist Peter Newbold, who rents an office above Hildy's, and winning a local horse show on her expensive new mount. Hildy is acerbically funny and insightful about her neighbors; many, like her, are from old families whose wealth has evaporated. She becomes Rebecca's confidante about the affair Rebecca is having with Peter, whom Hildy helped baby-sit when he was a lonely child. She helps another family who needs to sell their house to afford schooling for their special needs child. She begins an affair with local handyman Frankie Getchell, with whom she had a torrid romance as a teenager. But Hildy, who has recently spent a stint in rehab and joined AA after an intervention by her grown daughters, is not quite the jolly eccentric she appears. There are those glasses of wine she drinks alone at night, those morning headaches and memory lapses that are increasing in frequency. As both Rebecca's and Hildy's lives spin out of control, the tone darkens until it approaches tragedy. Throughout, Hildy is original, irresistibly likable and thoroughly untrustworthy. Despite getting a little preachy toward the end, Leary has largely achieved a genuinely funny novel about alcoholism.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250022257
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 1/15/2013
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 12,866
  • File size: 796 KB

Meet the Author

Ann Leary

Ann Leary is the author of the memoir An Innocent, A Broad and the novel Outtakes From a Marriage.  She has written fiction and nonfiction for various magazines and literary publications and is a co-host of the NPR weekly radio show Hash Hags.  Ann competes in equestrian sports and is a volunteer EMT. She and her family share their small farm in Connecticut with four dogs, three horses and an angry cat named Sneakers.

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I can walk through a house once and know more about its occupants than a psychiatrist could after a year of sessions. I remember joking about this one evening with Peter Newbold, the shrink who rents the office upstairs from mine.
“The next time you get a new patient,” I offered, “I’ll sneak to their house for a walk-through. While you jot down notes about their history, dreams, whatever, I’ll shine a flashlight into the attic, open a few cupboards, and have a peek at the bedrooms. Later, when we compare notes, I’ll have the clearer picture of the person’s mental health, guaranteed.” I was teasing the doctor, of course, but I’ve been selling houses since he was in primary school, and I stand by my theory.
I like a house that looks lived in. General wear and tear is a healthy sign; a house that’s too antiseptic speaks as much to me of domestic discord as a house in complete disarray. Alcoholics, hoarders, binge eaters, addicts, sexual deviants, philanderers, depressives—you name it, I can see it all in the worn edges of their nests. You catch the smoky reek of stale scotch and cigarettes despite the desperate abundance of vanilla-scented candles. The animal stench oozes up between the floorboards, even though the cat lady and her minions were removed months before. The marital bedroom that’s become his, the cluttered guest room that’s now clearly hers—well, you get the idea.
I don’t have to go inside the house to make a diagnosis; the curbside analysis is usually enough. The McAllister house is a perfect example. In fact, I’d love to compare my original observations regarding Rebecca McAllister with Peter. She was depressed, for one. I drove past the McAllisters’ one morning in late May, not long after they’d moved in, and there she was, out in the early-morning haze, planting annuals all along the garden path. It wasn’t even seven A.M., but it was clear that she had been at it for hours. She was in a rather sheer white nightshirt, which was damp with sweat and covered with soil. People were starting to drive by, but Rebecca had become so absorbed in her gardening that it apparently hadn’t occurred to her to put on some proper clothes.
I stopped and said hello from my car window. We chatted for a few minutes about the weather, about how the kids were adjusting to their new school, but as we talked, I sensed a sadness in the way Rebecca planted—a mournfulness, as if she were placing each seedling in a tiny plot, a tiny little grave. And they were bright red impatiens that she was planting. There’s always something frantic about that kind of bold color choice for the front of a house. I said good-bye, and when I glanced back at Rebecca through my rearview mirror, it looked, from that distance, like there was a thin trail of blood leading all the way from the house to the spot where she knelt.
“I told her I would do the planting, but she likes to do it herself,” Linda Barlow, the McAllisters’ landscaper, told me later that day at the post office. “I think she’s lonely up there. I almost never see the husband.”
Linda knew I had sold them the house, and she seemed to imply that I had been derelict, somehow, in assuring the healthy acclimation of one of Wendover’s newest treasures—the McAllisters. The “wonderful McAllisters,” as Wendy Heatherton liked to call them. Wendy Heatherton and I had actually cobrokered the sale. I had the listing; Wendy, from Sotheby’s, had the wonderful McAllisters.
“It takes time,” I said to Linda.
“I guess,” she replied.
“Wendy Heatherton’s having a party for them next weekend. They’ll meet some nice people there.”
“Oh yeah, all the nice, fancy people.” Linda laughed. “You going?”
“I have to,” I said. I was flipping through my mail. It was mostly bills. Bills and junk.
“Is it hard going to parties for you? I mean … now?” Linda touched my wrist gently and softened her voice when she said this.
“What do you mean, ‘now’?” I shot back.
“Oh, nothing … Hildy,” she stammered.
“Well, good night, Linda,” I said, and turned so that she wouldn’t see how red my face had become. Imagine Linda Barlow worrying about whether it’s hard for me to go to parties. I hadn’t seen poor Linda at a party since we were in high school.
And the way she pitied Rebecca McAllister. Rebecca was married to one of the wealthiest men in New England, had two lovely children, and lived on an estate that had once belonged to Judge Raymond Barlow—Linda’s own grandfather. Linda had grown up playing at that big old house, with those gorgeous views of the harbor and the islands, but, you know, the family money had run out, the property had exchanged hands a few times, and now Linda lived in an apartment above the pharmacy in Wendover Crossing. Rebecca paid Linda to tend to some of the very same heirloom perennials—the luscious peonies, the fragrant tea rose, lilac, and honeysuckle bushes, and all the bright beds of lilies, daffodils, and irises—that her own grandmother had planted there over half a century ago.
So while it was laughable, really, that she might worry about me, it was positively absurd that she pitied Rebecca. I show homes to a lot of important people—politicians, doctors, lawyers, even the occasional celebrity—but the first time I saw Rebecca, the day I showed her the Barlow place, I have to admit, I was a little at a loss for words. A line from a poem that I had helped one of my daughters memorize for school, many years before, came to mind.
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones.
Rebecca was probably thirty or thirty-one at the time. I had Googled Brian McAllister before the showing and had expected to meet an older woman. People must think he’s her father is what I thought then, except for the fact that there was something very wise and understanding about her face, a sort of serenity in her expression that women don’t usually acquire until their kids are grown. Rebecca’s hair is dark, almost black, and that morning it had been pulled up into a messy ponytail with a colorful little scarf around it, but it was easy to see that when she let it down, it was quite long and wavy. She shook my hand and smiled at me. She’s one of those women who smiles mostly with her eyes, and her eyes appeared to be gray one minute, green the next. I guess it had to do with the light.
She was a little thin then, but her whole frame is tiny, and she wasn’t as gaunt as she later seemed. She was petite. She was beautiful. She moved in circles, and those circles moved, same poem, although I still don’t recall the name of the poet, but she was one of those effortlessly graceful women who make you feel like an ogress if you stand too close. I’m not fat, but I could lose a few. Wendy Heatherton is slim, but she’s had all sorts of liposuctioning and flesh tucking. I don’t know who the hell she thought she was kidding when she was carrying on about that gallbladder operation a few years back.
It’s a well-known fact that the McAllisters had sunk a fortune into the yearlong renovation of the old Barlow place. Brian McAllister, for those who don’t know, is one of the founders of R. E. Kerwin, one of the world’s largest hedge funds. He grew up in the bottom of a three-decker in South Boston, with four brothers and a sister, and had become a billionaire before he turned fifty. Had he married somebody else, he probably would have been living in a mansion in Wellesley or Weston with a full staff, but he had married Rebecca, who, having grown up with a staff, and distant parents, liked to do things herself.
How do I know so much about the McAllisters? It’s not just from their house. I know pretty much everything that happens in this town. One way or another, it gets back to me. I’m an old townie; the eighth-great-granddaughter of Sarah Good, one of the accused witches tried and hanged in Salem. My clients love it when I drop that into a conversation. That I descend from the witch called, so delightfully and ironically, Goodwife Good. (Yes, I always laugh with them, as if it had never occurred to me until they said it, Good ol’ Goody Good, ha-ha.) That and the fact that my family has been in Salem and here in nearby Wendover, Massachusetts, since the 1600s.
My husband, Scott, used to tell me that I’d have been hanged as a witch myself had I lived in another time. He meant it as a sort of compliment, believe it or not, and it’s true, I do rather fit the profile, especially now that I’m on the darker side of middle age. My first name is Hilda, which my children have always told me sounds like a witch’s name, but I’m called Hildy. I live alone; my daughters are grown and my husband is no longer my husband. I talk to animals. I guess that would have been a red flag. And some people think I have powers of intuition, psychic powers, which I don’t. I just know a few tricks. I have a certain type of knowledge when it comes to people and, like I said, I tend to know everybody’s business.
Well, I make it my business to know everybody’s business. I’m the top real-estate agent in a town whose main industries are antiques and real estate. It used to be shipbuilding and clams, but the last boatyard in Wendover closed down more than thirty years ago. Now, those of us who aren’t living off brand-new hedge-fund money are selling inflated waterfront properties to those who are. You can still clam here—the tidal marsh down by Getchell’s Cove is a good spot—but you can’t make your living off clams anymore. Even the clams at Clem’s Famous Fried Clams are poured into those dark vats of grease from freezer bags shipped down from Nova Scotia. No, the best way to make money up here now is through real estate: the selling, managing, improving, and maintaining of these priceless waterfront acres that used to be marshland and farms but that were recently described in Boston magazine as “the North Shore’s New Gold Coast.”
Brian McAllister happens to own Boston magazine. The day we met, after I showed him his future house, he pointed to a copy of it folded up on the seat next to me in the car and said, “Hey, that’s my magazine you got there, Hildy.”
“Really? Oh well, take it. My copy must be around here someplace.”
“No.” Brian laughed. “I own it. Boston mag. I’m the publisher. Bought it last year with a friend.”
You’re a wicked big deal, a real hotshot is what I thought. I hate rich people. Well, I’m doing all right myself these days, but I hate all the other rich people.
“It’s one of my favorite magazines,” I said.
I was showing him a two-million-dollar house, after all, a house that I knew his wife had already gutted and restored in her mind; had mentally painted and furnished and plumbed and wired and dramatically lit during the few short days since I had shown it to her.
“I bet we can give you a special advertising rate in the real-estate section, if you want,” Brian said.
“That would be great, Brian, thanks,” I said.
And I hated him a little bit less.

 
Copyright © 2012 by Ann Leary
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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2013

    Absolutely terrific!

    I hate overused exclamation points but I had to use one in my headline. This novel is a must read. Ms. Leary is a wonderful writer. There is not one "extra" word in this book and I mean that in a good way. She gets to the point without rambling on but at the same time paints a vivid picture of every scene. There are laugh out loud moments and pathetically human ones. Hildy is such a complex character and Ms. Leary brings her to life on every page. I predict that when this year is over The Good House will be on the "best fiction of 2013" lists.

    12 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2013

    Highly Recommend

    Ann Leary is a wonderful author who really brings all the characters in this book to life. The book is funny, thoughtful, and sometimes sad, but most of all entertaining.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2013

    Loved it!

    Wonderful book, so entertaining and fun. A great book to get lost in. A wonderful read for all those fellow real estate brokers.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 5, 2013

    Highly Recommend

    Ann Leary is a great writer, and this book hooked me from the beginning. It does not move super quickly, but it is a fast and entertaining read. Loved it!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2013

    Good read

    This was a really good book. I don't usually spend this much but it was worth it.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 22, 2013

    Engrossing.....you shoujld read this one!!

    I thoroughly enjoyed Leary's last book; the characters were very real, the situations extremely plausible. Small town feel as she explored the different people & their lives. The main character is one you will like, then dislike; she is not lovable, but is real, and anyonie who ever battled alcoholism, or has a loved one who has, will identify with her struggles & reasoning.
    I really like Ann Leary's style of writing; easy to read, interesting, and most of all, REAL!!!

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 12, 2013

    A Great Read!

    Welcome to small town New England and all that comes with it.......wealth, gossip, and Hildy Good. Hildy is the town real estate broker and knows most of what goes on behind the closed doors of everyone's home, but no one knows what she is hiding behind her own. Follow her as she befriends the newest member of town, falls back in love with the town eccentric, and struggles to realize her own problems. This town becomes your town and the characters your neighbors. You are thrust into the throes of their extramarital affairs, financial struggles, and issues with alcohol. Yet, you still love them all in the end.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 3, 2013

    The Good House

    This is the first Ann Leary book I have read. It will not be my last. I was doubtful about it at first, but I enjoyed it more and more as I went on. This is such a well written book that it soon had me involved in the story and the characters lives. I was sorry to see it end.

    Whether you are struggling with an addicfion or mental illness or not, you will enrich yourself by reading this book.

    Iwill be reading more of Ann Leary soon.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2013

    Fun if you're from Boston, but maybe not so much if you hail from other parts

    OK: I read this immediately after finishing GONE GIRL, by Gillian Flynn, which is probably a tad unfair to Ann Leary. Flynn's use of language, the sheer courage of the Gone Girl format and plot, are formidable and addictive. Reading Leary's novel felt like a let-down.
    However, being from the north shore of Massachusetts, the setting of THE GOOD HOUSE is a kick (personally, I think the town is Wenham, with some bits of Hamilton thrown in to cover the horsey set). The descriptions of the working guys - especially Frankie -- ring especially true.
    Hildy is a character to neither love nor hate. Dare we say she's "meh"? The subplot revolving around a family with an autistic son, while good relief from HIldy's woes, is thin, even as it wraps up (no spoiler alert here!). However, the book hits its stride in two particular "episodes": the lobster boat expedition with Hildy on board, and a wonderfully suspenseful interplay between Hildy and Peter, the local psychiatrist, in Hildy's kitchen. Is Peter a sinister threat, or are we truly in Hildy's alcohol-addled brain?
    It was the NY Times interview with Ann Leary that inspired me to add THE GOOD HOUSE to my Nook. What i'd much prefer to read is a memoir of Ann Leary's own life and struggle with alcoholism.
    If you're in the mood for something with a Boston-y mood, try this. Better yet, pair it with a Jesse Stone novel by Robert Parker. You'll be running up to Marblehead, Salem
    and points north for a taste of the real thing!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 16, 2013

    This was a fun book, an easy read. I enjoyed watching the charac

    This was a fun book, an easy read. I enjoyed watching the character, an alcoholic, hide her condition, lie about her drinking, pretend it wasn't so, blame others, and eventually learn a lot about herself because of her alcoholism. I also enjoyed the small town story of this once quiet out of the way town where generations grew up turning into the beach front enclave of the rich and entitled. The main character's role as a long time realtor in the town allowed for insights and gossip and behind the scenes behaviors that were fun to watch. Adultery, emotional illness, the new rich vs. the old locals, love at any cost, suicide, friendship despite difficulty. There are lots of themes wound together via this character and her relationships.It's not too deep, but it was a great beach read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 15, 2013

    Funny but sad

    There are moments in which you laugh out loud, but ultimately it is a sad yet unlifting tale.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 30, 2013

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    One of the best books I've read in ages.

    One of the best books I've read in ages.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2013

    Went to Ann's reading @ RJ Julia bookstore. She is witty & c

    Went to Ann's reading @ RJ Julia bookstore. She is witty & charming & honest. The book is a wonderful read >

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2013

    Good character-driven read

    I lived this look at small town drama, fun-to-trouble alcohol use, and real estate adventures in New England. I very much appreciated getting a middle-aged woman's perspective on work, love, family/friends, community ties, drinking, and 'alone-time.' While I am not very interested in all the horse-show details, I would love to see more work from Leary, especially if she adds to the grown-woman genre. Leary is quite talented at weaving together stories from the past in order to flesh out the characters' histories in perfect relevance to and timing with the present narrative.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 8, 2013

    An easy, enjoyable read

    I found myself racing through this book because I really cared about what happened to the characters. I think that's where Ann Leary excelled- in character development. I felt the ending was a little abrupt, but all in all I would recommend this book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 1, 2013

    LOVED this book!

    This book grabbed a hold of me right from the start. The main character (Hildy) is so complex that she kept me wanting to learn more about her and her disease (or non disease).

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2013

    Good

    This was good although a little disorienting to follow the timeline. Jumped around a bit without cause making you struggle to figure out where you were in the story. Overall, good characters and good plot, just pay attention :-)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2013

    The first half of this book is pretty good, but then the author

    The first half of this book is pretty good, but then the author suddenly goes crazy and has her characters running around doing things for no reason. This really blew.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2013

    Sabrina's room

    Has yet to be designed -,-

    1 out of 32 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2014

    America

    Strolls in. O.e

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