Thursdays at Eight

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Thursday, 8: 00 a.m.

Mocha Moments, Breakfast Club!

Every week, these words appear in the calendars of four women. Every week, they meet for breakfast—and to talk, to share the truths they've discovered about their lives. To tell their stories. To offer each other encouragement and unfailing support.

Clare has just been through a devastating and unexpected divorce. She's driven by anger and revenge—until she ...

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Thursday, 8: 00 a.m.

Mocha Moments, Breakfast Club!

Every week, these words appear in the calendars of four women. Every week, they meet for breakfast—and to talk, to share the truths they've discovered about their lives. To tell their stories. To offer each other encouragement and unfailing support.

Clare has just been through a devastating and unexpected divorce. She's driven by anger and revenge—until she learns something about her ex-husband that forces her to question her own actions. Forces her to look deep inside for the forgiveness she's rejected…and the person she used to be.

Elizabeth is a widow, in her late fifties, a successful professional. A woman who's determined not to waste another second of her life. And if that life should include romantic possibilities—well, why not?

Karen is in her twenties, and she believes these should be the years for taking risks, reaching for your dreams. Her dream is to be an actor. Except that her parents think she should be more like her sister, the very conventional Victoria!

Julia is turning forty this year. Her husband's career is established, her kids are finally in their teens and she's just started her own business. Everything's going according to schedule—until she discovers she's pregnant. That's not part of the plan.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778328407
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 6/29/2010
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 344
  • Sales rank: 342,697
  • Product dimensions: 8.02 (w) x 5.22 (h) x 0.92 (d)

Meet the Author

Debbie Macomber
Debbie Macomber, the author of Hannah’s List, 1022 Evergreen Place, Summer on Blossom Street, 92 Pacific Boulevard, and Twenty Wishes, is a leading voice in women’s fiction. Three of her novels have scored the #1 slot on the New York Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly bestseller lists. Debbie Macomber's Mrs. Miracle was Hallmark Channel's top-watched movie for 2009. Winner of the 2005 Quill Award for Best Romance, the prolific author has more than 140 million copies of her books in print worldwide.


Publishing did not come easy to self-described "creative speller" Debbie Macomber. When Macomber decided to follow her dreams of becoming a bestselling novelist, she had a lot of obstacles in her path. For starters, Macomber is dyslexic. On top of this, she had only a high school degree, four young children at home, and absolutely no connections in the publishing world. If there's one thing you can say about Debbie Macomber, however, it is that she does not give up. She rented a typewriter and started writing, determined to break into the world of romance fiction.

The years went on and the rejection letters piled up. Her family was living on a shoestring budget, and Debbie was beginning to think that her dreams of being a novelist might never be fulfilled. She began writing for magazines to earn some extra money, and she eventually saved up enough to attend a romance writer's conference with three hundred other aspiring novelists. The organizers of the conference picked ten manuscripts to review in a group critique session. Debbie was thrilled to learn that her manuscript would be one of the novels discussed.

Her excitement quickly faded when an editor from Harlequin tore her manuscript to pieces in front of the crowded room, evoking peals of laughter from the assembled writers. Afterwards, Macomber approached the editor and asked her what she could do to improve her novel. "Throw it away," the editor suggested.

Many writers would have given up right then and there, but not Macomber. The deeply religious Macomber took a lesson from Job and gathered strength from adversity. She returned home and mailed one last manuscript to Silhouette, a publisher of romance novels. "It cost $10 to mail it off," Macomber told the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel in 2000. "My husband was out of work at this time, in Alaska, trying to find a job. The children and I were living on his $250-a-week unemployment, and I can't tell you what $10 was to us at that time."

It turned out to be the best $10 Macomber ever spent. In 1984, Silhouette published her novel, Heartsong. (Incidentally, although Heartsong was Macomber's first sale, she actually published another book, Starlight, before Heartsong went to print.) Heartsong went on to become the first romance novel to ever be reviewed in Publishers Weekly, and Macomber was finally on her way.

Today, Macomber is one of the most widely read authors in America. A regular on the New York Times bestseller charts, she is best known for her Cedar Cove novels, a heartwarming story sequence set in a small town in Washington state, and for her Knitting Books series, featuring a group of women who patronize a Seattle yarn store. In addition, her backlist of early romances, including several contemporary Westerns, has been reissued with great success.

Macomber has made a successful transition from conventional romance to the somewhat more flexible genre known as "women's fiction." "I was at a point in my life where I found it difficult to identify with a 25-year-old heroine," Macomber said in an interview with "I found that I wanted to write more about the friendships women share with each other." To judge from her avid, ever-increasing fan base, Debbie's readers heartily approve.

Good To Know

Some outtakes from our interview with Macomber:

"I'm dyslexic, although they didn't have a word for it when I was in grade school. The teachers said I had 'word blindness.' I've always been a creative speller and never achieved good grades in school. I graduated from high school but didn't have the opportunity to attend college, so I did what young women my age did at the time -- I married. I was a teenager, and Wayne and I (now married nearly 37 years) had four children in five years."

"I'm a yarnaholic. That means I have more yarn stashed away than any one person could possibly use in three or four lifetimes. There's something inspiring about yarn that makes me feel I could never have enough. Often I'll go into my yarn room (yes, room!) and just hold skeins of yarn and dream about projects. It's a comforting thing to do."

"My office walls are covered with autographs of famous writers -- it's what my children call my ‘dead author wall.' I have signatures from Mark Twain, Earnest Hemingway, Jack London, Harriett Beecher Stowe, Pearl Buck, Charles Dickens, Rudyard Kipling, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, to name a few."

"I'm morning person, and rip into the day with a half-mile swim (FYI: a half mile is a whole lot farther in the water than it is on land) at the local pool before I head into the office, arriving before eight. It takes me until nine or ten to read through all of the guest book entries from my web site and the mail before I go upstairs to the turret where I do my writing. Yes, I write in a turret -- is that romantic, or what? I started blogging last September and really enjoy sharing bits and pieces of my life with my readers. Once I'm home for the day, I cook dinner, trying out new recipes. Along with cooking, I also enjoy eating, especially when the meal is accompanied by a glass of good wine. Wayne and I take particular pleasure in sampling eastern Washington State wines (since we were both born and raised in that part of the state).

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    1. Hometown:
      Port Orchard, Washington
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 22, 1948
    2. Place of Birth:
      Yakima, Washington
    1. Education:
      Graduated from high school in 1966; attended community college
    2. Website:

Read an Excerpt

"It's the good girls who keep the diaries; the bad girls never have the time."

—Tallulah Bankhead


January 1st

Apromise to myself: this year is a new beginning for me. A fresh start, in more ways than one. I'm determined to put the divorce behind me. About time, too, since it's been final for over a year. Okay, thirteen months and six days to be exact, not that I'm counting…well, maybe I am, but that's going to stop as of today.

Michael has his new life and I have mine. I've heard that living well is the best revenge. Good, because that's what I intend to do. I'm going to live my life as a successful, happy (or at least, contented) single woman and mother. This is my vow. I will no longer expect another person to provide me with a sense of worth. I don't need a husband to make me feel complete. It's been a struggle to let go of the marriage, but holding on to all that pain and anger is getting me nowhere. I'm sick of the pettiness, sick of fighting and sick to death of the resentment, the bitterness. I just never thought anything like this could possibly happen to Michael and me.

I saw divorce mow down marriages all around us, but I somehow thought we were safe….

It didn't help any that I ran into Marilyn Cody over the Christmas holidays. She hadn't heard about the divorce, and when I told her my husband had left me for a twenty-year-old—correction, my ex-husband (I still have trouble remembering that)—I could see how shocked she was. Then, apparently thinking she was giving me good advice, Marilyn suggested I find myself a boy toy (or is it toy boy?) to get my confidence back. She was actually serious, as though going to bed with a man only a few years older than my own children would make me feel better. Marilyn is a good example of why I can't remain friends with the people Michael and I once associated with.

Losing Marilyn as a friend is no great loss, anyway. I read the pitying look in her eyes, and I didn't miss her innuendo that I could've kept my husband if I hadn't let myself go. It was all I could do not to get in her face and defend myself—as though that would prove anything. As a matter of fact, I happen to weigh within fifteen pounds of what I did at twenty-five, and damn it all, I take care of myself. If anyone's suffering from middle-age spread, it's Michael. The audacity of Marilyn to imply that Michael's affair is somehow my fault!

How the hell was I supposed to compete with a girl barely out of her teens? I couldn't. I didn't. Every time I think about the two of them together, I feel sick to my stomach.

The journal-writing class has helped. So did meeting Liz, Julia and Karen. They're my friends, and part of my new life. Forming a solid relationship with each of these women is one of the positive changes I've made. As the saying goes, "Out with the old and in with the new." I'm glad the four of us have decided to continue seeing each other, even though the class isn't being offered again. Thursdays for breakfast was an inspired idea.

Writing down my thoughts is the only way I got through the last six months. This should be a good time in my life. Instead, I've been forced to start over—not my choice and not my fault! Okay, fine. I can deal with it. I am dealing with it, each and every day. I hate it. I hate Michael, although I'm trying not to. The best I can say at this point is that I'm coping.

I will admit one thing. Michael's affair has taught me a lot about myself. I hadn't realized I could truly hate anyone. Now I know how deep my anger can cut… and I wish to hell I didn't.

My mistake—and I made a few—was in delaying the divorce as long as I did. Eternal optimist that I am, I clung to the belief that, given time, Michael would come to his senses. I was convinced that eventually he'd see how much he was hurting me and the boys. An affair with a twenty-year-old was sheer madness. Surely he'd wake up one morning and realize he'd destroyed his entire life—and for what? Good sex? I doubt she's that incredible in the sack.

In retrospect, I could kick myself for waiting so many months to see an attorney. I merely postponed the inevitable, because I was so sure he'd admit what he was doing and put an end to it. How I prayed, how I longed for the opportunity to save my marriage. If only Michael would come home again. If only he'd give us another chance. Little did I understand that his actions had utterly destroyed the foundation of our lives together. The minute he told me he'd fallen in love with Miranda (sure he had!), I should've hightailed it into a lawyer's office and set the divorce in motion. Doing that would have saved me a lot of grief.

At a particularly low point, when I was feeling absolutely desperate, I signed up for counseling. The irony didn't escape me, even then. I wasn't the one defiling our wedding vows, yet I was the one making appointments with a shrink!

Then, on a particular Thursday morning about a year and a half ago, I got up after another restless, miserable, lonely night. I remember leaning against the bathroom sink in such emotional pain I couldn't even stand upright. I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized my own face. Something happened in those moments. Nothing I can precisely identify, but the experience changed me. The victim disappeared and there I stood, straight and tall, glaring back at my reflection, determined to survive. Michael might want to kill our marriage, but he wouldn't kill me in the process. In retrospect, I realize that was when I'd reached my limit.

I got dressed and marched myself right down to Lillian Case's office. If there's anything to smile about regarding this ugly divorce, it's the misery Lillian put Michael through. Michael repeatedly claimed he wanted a friendly divorce, but as Lillian said, it was far too late for that.

The boys still aren't speaking to him. I'm not sure Mick ever will. Alex was always close to his father, and I know he misses Michael. We don't talk about him. I wish we could, but nothing I can say is going to take away the pain of having their father walk out the door. What Michael failed to understand was that in leaving me, he abandoned his children, too. He didn't just betray me. He broke faith with us all.

I probably should have figured out what was happening— that was what Marilyn seemed to insinuate. I did suspect something was wrong, but never, ever would I have guessed this. I thought maybe a midlife crisis or boredom with our marriage. Maybe that was how he felt; maybe it's why he did what he did. But he should've been honest with me about his feelings—

not had an affair. Bad enough that my husband screwed another woman, but a friend's daughter?

I can only imagine what Carl would think if he were alive. It's all so crazy. Just a few years ago, Michael and I attended the party Kathy and Carl threw for Miranda's high-school graduation. Our top car salesman keels over from a heart attack and Michael, being a caring friend and business-owner, helps the grieving widow with the funeral arrangements and the insurance paperwork. Even crazier is the fact that I actually suggested it.

My one concern at the time was that Michael might be getting too close to the widow. Only it wasn't Kathy keeping my husband entertained all those nights. It was her twenty-year-old daughter. I don't think Kathy or I will ever get over the shock of it.

Michael still doesn't fully appreciate the consequences of what he's done. He sincerely believed that once we were divorced, everything would return to normal between him and his sons. Mick set him straight on that score. Alex, too. I know Michael hasn't stopped trying, but the boys won't be so easily won over. I've done my best to stay out of it. Nothing will ever change the fact that he's their father; how they choose to deal with him is up to them. I refuse to encourage either boy to forgive and forget, but I won't hold them back from a relationship with Michael, either. The choice is theirs.

Twenty-three years of marriage and I never looked at another man. Damn it all, I was a faithful, loving wife. I could have tolerated an affair if he'd given it up and returned to our marriage. But, no, he—

Okay, enough. I don't need to keep repeating the same gory details. As I said, this is a fresh start, the first day of a new year. I'm giving myself permission to move on, as my psycho-babbling counselor used to put it.

Part of moving on is belonging to the breakfast group—and continuing to write in my journal. Liz suggested we each pick a word for the year. A word. I haven't quite figured out why let alone which word would best suit me. We're all supposed to have our words chosen before we meet next Thursday morning at Mocha Moments.

I've toyed with the idea of beginnings, as in new beginnings, but I don't want to carry that theme around with me for the next twelve months. At some point, beginnings have to become middles and potential has to be realized. I guess I'm afraid I won't be as successful as I want to be.

What I really need to do is discover who I am, now that I'm single again. For twenty-three years my identity was linked to Michael. We were a team, complementing each other's strengths and weaknesses. I was always better with finances and Michael was the people person. He took a part-time job selling cars the first year we were married in order to supplement our budget, and quickly became the top salesman. His degree was in ecology and he had a day job at the town planning office but made three times the money selling cars. Soon he was working full-time at the dealership and I was stretching every dollar he made, creating a small nest-egg.

Then we had the chance to buy the Chevrolet dealership—the opportunity of a lifetime. We scraped together every penny we could. By the time the paperwork was finished, we didn't have a cent between us, but we were happy. That was when we—

I can't write about that, don't want to dwell on how happy we were in those early years. Whenever I think about it, I feel overwhelmed by the pain of loss and regret. So much regret…

Word. I need a word. Not memories. I can't tie my new identity to the past and to who I was; I've got to look toward the future. So I need a word that fits who I am today, the woman I'm becoming. The woman I want to be.

Just a minute here. Just a damn minute! Who I was, who I want to be. Why do I have to change? There's nothing wrong with me! I wasn't the one who ripped the heart out of this family. I was a good wife, a good mother. I was faithful…


That's it. My word. Not beginnings, not discovery, but faithful. From the moment I spoke my vows I was faithful to my husband, my marriage, my family. All these years I've been faithful to myself; I've never acted dishonestly and I've always put my family responsibilities above my own desires. I don't need to find myself. I found out who I am a long time ago and frankly I happen to like that person. I wasn't the one who changed; Michael did.

This feels good. The burden isn't on my shoulders to prove one damn thing. I'll remain faithful to me.

Happy New Year, Clare Craig. You're going to have a wonderful year. No financial worries, thanks to Lillian Case and a judge who's seen far too many men mess up their family's lives. Michael will be spending twenty very long years paying off my share of the dealership. Plus interest. I have the house, a new car every year, health insurance, the boys' college expenses and enough money to live comfortably.

I don't have anything to worry about. I can do whatever I want.I certainly don't have to work if I don't feel like it.

Hey! Maybe getting a job wouldn't be a bad idea. Maybe I should put my two decades of experience back into play. Didn't I recently hear that Murphy Motors was advertising for a general manager? With my experience, I could work any hours I chose. News of my taking that job would really get Michael. It's what he deserves. Turnabout is fair play (another of those handy sayings). Oh, God, it's awful of me, but I love it.

This is what I've been waiting for. It's taken a long time to feel anything but horrendous, crushing pain. I'm smiling now, just thinking about the look on Michael's face when he learns I've been hired by his largest competitor.

Marilyn Cody was wrong, but then so was I. Living well isn't going to teach Michael a thing, is it? Knowing that he's lying awake at night, worrying about me sharing all his insider secrets with the Ford dealership—now, that will go a long way toward helping me find some satisfaction. And once I'm satisfied, I'll start to concentrate on living well.

"Mom, can we talk?"

Clare Craig glanced up from her desk to find her seventeen-year-old son standing in the doorway of the family room. They'd spent the morning taking down the Christmas decorations, as they always did on January sixth—Epiphany, Twelfth Night—and getting Mick ready to return to college. How like Michael he looked, she thought with a twinge of sorrow. Michael twenty-five years ago, athletic, handsome, fit. Her heart cramped at the memory.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Alex stepped inside, dressed in his soccer uniform. The holiday break was already over; school had begun earlier in the week. Mick had left that morning for college in San Francisco.

Clare capped the end of her fountain pen and set aside the checkbook and bills in order to give her younger son her full attention. "What can I do for you?"

Alex avoided her gaze. "We haven't been talking as much as we used to," he mumbled, walking slowly toward her desk.

"I've been busy." The Christmas tree had only come down that morning, but she realized he wasn't referring to the last few days; he meant over the past year.

"I know," he said with a shrug, his eyes darting around the room. "It's just that…"

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  • Posted September 30, 2010

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    THURSDAYS AT EIGHT is heart warming, sweet, and just wonderful! I want to be the characters' friend! Macomber writes with such great humor, heart and grace. Four friends meet for breakfast and coffee every Thursday and share their lives with each other, their struggles, accomplishments, and the inner workings of their minds. This is wonderfully sentimental and genuine as we watch their individual growth from the encouragement from each other. This is brilliant, insightful and most endearing!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 21, 2010

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    A touching, heartfelt wonderful story!

    This is a wonderful book about four women who attend a journal writing class and decide to continue meeting every Thursday at Eight.
    Liz is a widow in her late fifties whose children have moved out of town. Claire is in her forties and went through an ugly divorce and is raising two teenage sons. Julia is turning forty and Karen is in her twenties. Four women, four different points of view and each facing different problems; they all experience great changes in their lives and look to each other for advice and support. This is a wonderful book of camaraderie that brings warmth and good feelings to the heart.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 20, 2008

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    I just recently received this book from a coworker earlier this week.I was reading another book at the time but left that one at home and she gave me this-she had finished it.anyway I started reading it at lunch time then when I got home later that night after doing some things I picked it back up and finished it at 1am-I couldn't put it down!I laughed and I cried.I was tired the next day but it was worth it.I have read MANY of your books over the years but this one tugs at your heart strings!I truly recommend this book!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 5, 2008

    My Favorite Debbie Macomber book.

    Out of all Debbie Macomber's books this has to be my favorite. I enjoyed the Cedar Cove series and the Good Yarn series but this is the book that I continue to remember. It is thought provoking and the stories of the women are profound. I read very few books twice and this is one I will read again.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    insightful interealtionships of four women

    The four women met at a university class. Each one needs something different because undesirable change has come into their respective lives. Though on the surface they share little in common, the female quartet meet every Thursday at 8:00 AM at the Mocha Moments Café and experience the camaraderie that helps them adapt to unwanted change. <P>Over thirteen months divorced with two teenage sons, Clare Craig seeks new beginnings, but still feels haunted by her spouse¿s desertion for a younger woman. Though her husband died six years ago, fifty-seven years old Liz Kenyon still grieves him as memories of his last moments when the semi hit his vehicle haunts her though she was not there to see him die. Still in her twenties, Karen Curtis still believes in her high school drama class dream though no one else, including her parents and Jeff, does. This forces her to grow up and think of abandoning her deepest desires. Julia Murcheson turns forty this year and begins to feel the empty nest syndrome as her teens get nearer to college, that is until she learns she is pregnant. <P>Debbie Macomber shows why she is one of the most powerful, highly regarded authors on the stage today. THURSDAYS AT EIGHT is a brilliant, insightful look at relationships through the interaction of four women, who depend on one another and their weekly breakfast to survive radical change. Each of the main protagonists seem real and their problems genuine, as many reader will testify. The four subplots cleverly blend into a great contemporary tale that demonstrate why Ms. Macomber consistently provides some of the best literature in new and used bookstores. <P>Harriet Klausner

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2001

    Another Macomber Hit!

    This is a book you just don't want to end. Macomber makes her characters come to life. Each of them are like people you know and are going through much of the same things in their lives.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2001

    Avid Debbie Macomber fan from Northern Maine

    Let me just say BRAVO! I am an avid fan of Debbie Macomber and have read many of her books. This one tops all of them. I think Debbie could easily make a series of books out of this one. I would like to see a book on each of these women seperatly, and then another book that brings them all together. There a few unanswered questions about these women, and I hope this isn't her only book about these very interesting ladies. I have resorted to trying to find some of her out of print books because I have read all of the ones in print. I am glad she is re-releasing some of her older material so I have a chance to read the out of prints. I highly reccomend anything by Mrs. Macomber

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 30, 2013

    Thursdays at Eight is the 65th stand-alone novel by popular Amer

    Thursdays at Eight is the 65th stand-alone novel by popular American author, Debbie Macomber. In this novel, Macomber takes what are essentially four short stories and entwines them by having the main characters meet on Thursdays at Eight for breakfast, chat, love and support. The women are quite different, not just their ages, but also their attitude to life. Clare’s husband left her for a younger woman: her sons are angry and she is stunned by how much anger and bitterness she still feels towards her ex, even a year after their acrimonious divorce. Then her youngest son starts to meet with his father in secret. Hospital Administrator, Liz is managing to cope with being a widow, but her loneliness is intensified by her daughter’s family moving to another state, and her son moving out of home. Then, a slightly younger paediatrician with a womanising reputation sets out to woo her, but does she want what he’s offering? Substitute teacher and would-be actress, Karen wishes her mother would just accept her as she is and stop comparing her with her respectable sister. But is the life her sister has quite as perfect as everyone believes? With her fledgling yarn shop finally taking off, Julia is pleased with her life at forty, until she finds she is pregnant. Macomber uses two formats to present her stories: each woman keeps a journal and these entries, together with third-person narration, tell the story. Macomber manages to touch on many aspects of everyday life: divorce, grief and loss, cancer, empty-nest syndrome, domestic violence, late-in-life pregnancy, career choices, selfish teenagers and crack babies. Each chapter is prefaced with an interesting and often funny quote from a well-known woman. There are lots of words of wisdom in this feel-good offering from Debbie Macomber.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2009

    Thursdays at Eight

    As with other Debbie Maccomber books Thursdays at Eight gets you involved with the lives of the characters in the story. The difference with this one is it the lives of four women who do not live in the same neighborhood nor are they conncect by family. It has some very interesting twists to the life stores of each women. Enjoyed it very much.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2006

    What friendship is all about

    I love this book so much that I bought two copies and keep sharing it with friends. I now read as many of this author's book as I can. One friend that I introduced this author too reads McComber's books to her blind sister.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2003

    Read it----Read it--It is just great!!

    This is the first book I have read by Debbie Macomber. I found it in the drug store and liked the attractive cover and reading about the synopsis of it, made me inquisitive. What a great story. I love , love the characters. It is so well-written, one wants to read every sentence. I know it is old hat to say' I couldn't put it down.' But I couldn't -it was so good. I didn't want to finish it.I absolutely want to read more writings from this author. She is a great writer.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2012

    Bonds of friendship and the power of women

    The bonds of friendship are often the strength we need to manuever difficulr situations in life and give us hope. The love, motivation, and power that can come from a group of dedicated women is amazing. These two vital elements are distinctly brought out in this book. Grab your kleenx too. When I need hope I turn to this book to give me a boost.

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  • Posted September 28, 2012

    If Debbie Macomber writes it, you know it's great!

    Ms. Macomber's books are always great to read. They're heartwarming and memorable.

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  • Posted August 1, 2011

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    A sweet story

    I've read this author before. This was a sweet story, but I did'nt feel that the characters were in sync with each other. They did not seem truly connected. Something was missing, but it was a sweet idea.

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  • Posted January 7, 2011

    A must read!

    This book is written so well. If you like this authir you'll love this story.

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  • Posted January 1, 2011

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    Macomber Best story!

    The characters were written so real, the issues they encountered and special moments they shared are what I enjoyed the most. I actually purchased a few copies and sent to some special friends.

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  • Posted November 14, 2010

    As expected

    Debbie Macomber always comes thru. Great rainy day read, not too much thinking involved just a nice escape.

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  • Posted February 21, 2010

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    Good Quick Read

    A good quick read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2005

    great read! :)

    This was the first book I have read by Debbie Macomber and I think I will find some more of hers to read. WOW! From the start of the book, I was envious of the friendship that the four women had. I absolutely couldn't put this book down!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2005

    Great Read!

    I enjoyed this book. It gives a great look out on how women's lives differ. I enjoyed reading the book.

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