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Clare has just been through a devastating divorce. She's driven by anger and revenge . . . until she learns something about her ex-husband that forces her to look deep inside for the ...

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Every Thursday at eight, four women meet for breakfast — and to talk. To tell their stories, recount their sorrows and their joys. To offer each other encouragement and unstinting support.

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

Elizabeth is widowed, 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, the years for taking risks, testing your dreams. Her dream is to be an actor. So what if her parents think she should be more like her sister, the very respectable 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 plan — until she gets pregnant!

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  • ISBN-13: 9781551668918
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 5/1/2002
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 4.19 (w) x 6.63 (h) x 1.00 (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.

Biography

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 ContemporaryRomanceWriters.com. "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
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Chapter One


CLARE CRAIG


January 1st


A promise 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, thirteenmonths and six days to be exact, not that I'm counting ... well, maybe Iam, but that's going to stop as of today.

    Michael has his new life and I have mine. I've heard that living well isthe best revenge. Good, because that's what I intend to do. I'm going tolive my life as a successful, happy (or at least, contented) single womanand mother. This is my vow. I will no longer expect another person toprovide me with a sense of worth. I don't need a husband to make mefeel complete. It's been a struggle to let go of the marriage, but holdingon 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 toMichael and me.

    I saw divorce mow down marriages all around us, but I somehowthought 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 husbandhad left me for a twenty-year-old—correction, my ex-husband (Istill have trouble remembering that)—I could see how shocked she was.Then, apparently thinking she was giving me good advice, Marilyn suggestedI find myself a boy toy (or is it toy boy?)to get my confidenceback. She was actually serious, as though going to bed with a man onlya few years older than my own children would make me feel better. Marilynis a good example of why I can't remain friends with the peopleMichael and I once associated with.

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

    How the hell was I supposed to compete with a girl barely out of herteens? 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 andKaren. They're my friends, and part of my new life. Forming a solid relationshipwith 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 thefour of us have decided to continue seeing each other, even though theclass 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 sixmonths. This should be a good time in my life. Instead, I've been forcedto start over—not my choice and not my fault! Okay, fine. I can deal withit. I am dealing with it, each and every day. I hate it. I hate Michael, althoughI'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 myanger can cut ... and I wish to hell I didn't.

    My mistake—and I made a few—was in delaying the divorce as longas 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'dsee how much he was hurting me and the boys. An affair with a twenty-year-oldwas sheer madness. Surely he'd wake up one morning and realizehe'd destroyed his entire life—and for what? Good sex? I doubt she'sthat incredible in the sack.

    In retrospect, I could kick myself for waiting so many months to see anattorney. I merely postponed the inevitable, because I was so sure he'dadmit what he was doing and put an end to it. How I prayed, how I longedfor the opportunity to save my marriage. If only Michael would comehome again. If only he'd give us another chance. Little did I understandthat 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!), Ishould'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'tthe one defiling our wedding vows, yet I was the one making appointmentswith 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 leaningagainst the bathroom sink in such emotional pain I couldn't evenstand upright. I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized myown face. Something happened in those moments. Nothing I can preciselyidentify, but the experience changed me. The victim disappeared andthere I stood, straight and tall, glaring back at my reflection, determinedto survive. Michael might want to kill our marriage, but he wouldn't kill mein 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 miseryLillian put Michael through. Michael repeatedly claimed he wanteda 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. Alexwas always close to his father, and I know he misses Michael. We don'ttalk about him. I wish we could, but nothing I can say is going to takeaway the pain of having their father walk out the door. What Michaelfailed 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 waswhat Marilyn seemed to insinuate. I did suspect something was wrong,but never, ever would I have guessed this. I thought maybe a midlife crisisor boredom with our marriage. Maybe that was how he felt; maybeit's why he did what he did. But he should've been honest with me abouthis feelings—not had an affair. Bad enough that my husband screwedanother woman, but a friend's daughter?

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

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

    Michael still doesn't fully appreciate the consequences of what he'sdone. He sincerely believed that once we were divorced, everything wouldreturn to normal between him and his sons. Mick set him straight on thatscore. Alex, too. I know Michael hasn't stopped trying, but the boys won'tbe so easily won over. I've done my best to stay out of it. Nothing will everchange the fact that he's their father; how they choose to deal with him isup to them. I refuse to encourage either boy to forgive and forget, but Iwon't hold them back from a relationship with Michael, either. The choiceis 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 affairif 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. AsI said, this is a fresh start, the first day of a new year. I'm giving myself permissionto move on, as my psycho-babbling counselor used to put it.

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

    I've toyed with the idea of beginnings, as in new beginnings, but Idon't want to carry that theme around with me for the next twelvemonths. At some point, beginnings have to become middles and potentialhas to be realized. I guess I'm afraid I won't be as successful asI 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 alwaysbetter with finances and Michael was the people person. He took a part-timejob selling cars the first year we were married in order to supplementour budget, and quickly became the top salesman. His degree wasin ecology and he had a day job at the town planning office but madethree times the money selling cars. Soon he was working full-time at thedealership and I was stretching every dollar he made, creating a smallnest-egg.

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

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

    Word. I need a word. Not memories. I can't tie my new identity tothe past and to who I was; I've got to look toward the future. So I needa word that fits who I am today, the woman I'm becoming. The womanI 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 onewho ripped the heart out of this family. I was a good wife, a good mother.I was faithful ...

    FAITHFUL.

    That's it. My word. Not beginnings, not discovery, but faithful. From themoment I spoke my vows I was faithful to my husband, my marriage, myfamily. All these years I've been faithful to myself; I've never acted dishonestlyand 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 franklyI 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 damnthing. I'll remain faithful to me.

    Happy New Year, Clare Craig. You're going to have a wonderful year. Nofinancial worries, thanks to Lillian Case and a judge who's seen far too manymen mess up their family's lives. Michael will be spending twenty very longyears paying off my share of the dealership. Plus interest. I have the house,a new car every year, health insurance, the boys' college expenses andenough money to live comfortably.

    I don't have anything to worry about. I can do whatever I want. I certainlydon'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 putmy two decades of experience back into play. Didn't I recently hear thatMurphy Motors was advertising for a general manager? With my experience,I could work any hours I chose. News of my taking that job would reallyget Michael. It's what he deserves. Turnabout is fair play (another ofthose 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 anythingbut horrendous, crushing pain. I'm smiling now, just thinking about the lookon 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 teachMichael a thing, is it? Knowing that he's lying awake at night, worrying aboutme sharing all his insider secrets with the Ford dealership—now, that willgo a long way toward helping me find some satisfaction. And once I'm satisfied,I'll start to concentrate on living well.


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    "Mom, can we talk?"

    Clare Craig glanced up from her desk to find her seventeen-year-oldson standing in the doorway of the family room. They'd spent themorning taking down the Christmas decorations, as they always didon January sixth—Epiphany, Twelfth Night—and getting Mick readyto return to college. How like Michael he looked, she thought with atwinge 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, dressedin his soccer uniform. The holiday break was already over; school hadbegun earlier in the week. Mick had left that morning for college inSan Francisco.

    Clare capped the end of her fountain pen and set aside the checkbookand 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 weused to," he mumbled, walking slowly toward her desk.

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

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

    "Is there something you wanted to tell me?"

    He raised his head and their eyes briefly met. Reading her youngerson had never been a problem for Clare.

    "How about if we talk in the kitchen?" she suggested. "You thirsty?"

    The hopeful look on his face convinced her to abandon paying thebills. She'd get back to all that later.

    "Sure." He led the way through the large family room and into thekitchen.

    Clare loved her expansive kitchen with its double ovens and largebutcher-block island. Shining copper pots and kettles dangled fromthe rack above, the California sunlight reflected in their shine. Clarehad designed the kitchen herself and spent countless hours reviewingevery detail, every drawer placement, every cupboard. She'dtaken pride in her home, in her skill as a cook and homemaker.

    These days it was unusual for her to prepare a meal. Alex had apart-time job at a computer store, and if he wasn't at school or work,he was with his friends or on the soccer field. Cooking for one personhardly seemed worth the effort, and more and more often she orderedout. Or didn't bother at all.

    "I'll get us a Coke," Alex said, already reaching for the refrigeratorhandle. Clare automatically took two glasses from the cupboard.

    Alex placed the cans on the round oak table. Many a night, unableto sleep, the two of them had sat here while Clare sobbed in pain andfrustration. Alex had wept, too. It hadn't been easy for a teenage boyto expose his emotions like that. If Clare didn't already hate Michaelfor what he'd done to her self-esteem, then she'd hate him for the painhe'd brought into their children's lives.

    "Mick and I had a long talk last night."

    Clare had surmised as much. She'd heard them in Alex's bedroomsometime after midnight, deep in conversation. Their raised voiceswere followed by heated whispers. Whatever they were discussingwas between them and she was determined to keep out of it. Theyneeded to settle their own differences.

    "He's upset with me."

    "Mick is? What for?"

    Alex shrugged. He seemed to do that a lot these days.

    "Brother stuff?" It was what he generally said when he didn't wantto give her a full explanation.

    "Something like that." He waited a moment before pulling backthe tab on his soda can and taking a long swallow, ignoring the glassshe'd set in front of him.

    "Does this have to do with Kellie?" Alex and the girl across thestreet had been dating for a couple of months. Mick had dated herlast summer and Clare wondered if the neighbor girl was causing aproblem between her sons.

    "Ah, Mom, we're just friends."

    "If you and your brother had a falling-out, why don't you just tellme instead of expecting me to guess?"

    He lowered his eyes. "Because I'm afraid you're going to react thesame way Mick did."

    "Oh? And how's that?"

    Alex took another drink of his Coke. Clare recognized a delayingtactic when she saw one. "Alex?"

    "All right," he said brusquely and sat up, his shoulders squared."I've been talking to Dad."

    Clare swallowed hard, but a small shocked sound still managed toescape. She felt as though she'd taken a punch to the solar plexus.

    "Are you mad?" Alex asked, watching her anxiously.

    "It shouldn't matter what I think."

    "But it does! I don't want you to feel like I've betrayed you, too."

    "I ..."

    "That's what Mick said I was doing. First Dad and now me. Mom,I swear to you, it isn't like that."

    "Michael is your father," she said, her mind whirling as shestruggled with her conflicting emotions. Alex would never intentionallydo anything to hurt her. As much as possible, Clare had triednot to entangle her sons in this divorce. When Michael moved outof the family home and in with his under-age sweetheart, the twoboys had rallied around her as if they could protect her from furtherpain. It didn't work, but she'd cherished them for their showof sympathy and support.

    "He called ... Dad did."

    "When?" Now she was the one avoiding eye contact. She distractedherself by opening the can of Coke and pouring it carefully into herglass.

    "Last week at Softline."

    "He phoned you at work?" She shouldn't have been surprised;Michael was too much of a coward to risk having her answer thephone here at the house. Naturally he'd taken the low road.

    "He invited me to dinner."

    "And you're going?"

    Clare felt her son's scrutiny. "I don't know yet. Mick doesn'tthink I should."

    "But you want to, right?"

    Alex stood and paced the area in front of the table. "That's the crazypart, Mom. I do and I don't. I haven't talked to Dad in over a year—well,other than to say I wasn't going to talk to him."

    "He is your father," Clare said, to remind herself as much as her son.

    "That's what Kellie said."

    Sure Kellie said that, Clare mused darkly. She hadn't seen hermother betrayed and then dumped like last week's garbage. Kellie hadtwo loving parents. She couldn't even imagine what divorce did to aperson's soul or how it tore a family apart.

    "I told Mick and I'm telling you. If my seeing Dad hurts you, thenI won't do it."

    Clare forced a smile but wasn't sure what to say.

    "Kellie thinks I should be talking to Dad," he said, studying herclosely, as though the neighbor girl's opinion would influence her.Clare wasn't particularly interested in what Kellie thought, but sheknew how difficult the last two years had been for Alex, knew howbadly he missed Michael.

    "Kellie's right," she said briskly. "You and your father should becommunicating."

    "You don't mind?"

    His obvious relief was painful to hear. She swallowed and said,"Alex, you're my son, but you're also your father's."

    "I can't forgive him for what he did."

    "I know," Clare whispered. She sipped her Coke in order to hide thetrembling in her voice, although she was fairly certain Alex had noticed.

    Her son glanced at his watch, did a startled double-take and boltedout of the chain. "I'm late for soccer practice."

    "Go on," she said, waving toward the door.

    "Dad said he might start coming to my games," Alex said, thewords rushed as he hurried to the back door.

    "Alex—"

    "Sorry, Mom, gotta go."

    Oh, great! Now she had to worry about running into her ex at theirson's soccer games. And what about his girlfriend—was she going, too?If Alex chose to have a relationship with his father, that was one thing,but Clare couldn't, wouldn't, be anywhere in Michael's vicinity whenhe was with Miranda.

    The anger inside her remained deep and real, and Clare didn'ttrust herself to control it. But under no circumstances would she embarrassher teenage son, and if that meant not attending the games,then so be it. Almost immediately, the resentment sprang up, as strongas the day Michael had left her. He'd already taken so much! Howdared he steal the pleasure she derived from watching Alex play soccer?How dared he!

    For a long time she sat mulling over her conversation with Alex.She knew how relieved he was to have this out in the open. Alex hadbeen on edge for a while now, and she'd attributed his tension to theupcoming SATs. But it wasn't the tests that were bothering him, orhis relationship with his girlfriend or even his part-time job. It wasMichael. Clare was positive of that.

    Once again her ex-husband had gone behind her back.


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January 15th


    I got the job! There was never any doubt I'd be hired. Dan Murphynearly leaped across the desk when he realized what he had. He gaveme everything I wanted, including the part-time hours I requested. He'llgo ahead and hire a full-time manager and I'll be more of a consultant.

    Damn, it feels good. I've never experienced this kind of spiteful satisfactionbefore—and I do recognize it for what it is. Until these last twoyears, I had no idea I could be so vindictive. I don't like this part of me,but I can't seem to help myself.


Excerpted from Thursdays at Eight by DEBBIE MACOMBER. Copyright © 2001 by Debbie Macomber. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.


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  • Posted September 30, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    BRILLIANT, INSIGHTFUL AND MOST ENDEARING!

    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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    WONDERFUL

    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.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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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.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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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.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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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.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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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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