Time Is a River

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"Recovering from breast cancer and reeling from her husband's infidelity, Mia Landau flees her Charleston home to heal in the mountains near Asheville, North Carolina. She seeks refuge in a neglected fishing cabin belonging to her fly-fishing instructor, Belle Carson." "Belle recently inherited the cabin, which once belonged to a grandmother she never knew - the legendary fly fisher and journalist of the 1920s, Kate Watkins, whose life fell into ruins after she was accused of murdering her lover. Her fortune lost in the stock market crash and her ...
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"Recovering from breast cancer and reeling from her husband's infidelity, Mia Landau flees her Charleston home to heal in the mountains near Asheville, North Carolina. She seeks refuge in a neglected fishing cabin belonging to her fly-fishing instructor, Belle Carson." "Belle recently inherited the cabin, which once belonged to a grandmother she never knew - the legendary fly fisher and journalist of the 1920s, Kate Watkins, whose life fell into ruins after she was accused of murdering her lover. Her fortune lost in the stock market crash and her reputation destroyed, Kate slipped into seclusion in the remote cabin. After her death the fishing cabin remained locked and abandoned for decades. Little does Bella know that by opening the cabin doors to Mia for a summer's sanctuary, she will open again the scandal that plagued Belle's family for generations." "From her first step inside the dusty cabin, Mia is fascinated by the traces of Kate's mysterious story left behind in the eccentric furnishings of the cabin. And though Belle, ashamed of the tabloid scandal that tortured her mother, warns Mia not to stir the mud, Mia is compelled to find out more about Kate ... especially when she discovers Kate's journal." The inspiring words of the remarkable woman echo across the years. Mia has been learning to fly-fish, and Kate's wise words comparing life to a river resonate deeply. She begins a quest to uncover the truth behind the lies. As she searches newspaper archives and listens to the colorful memories of the local small-town residents, the story of a proud, fiercely independent woman emerges. Mia feels a strange kinship with the woman who, like her, suffered fears, betrayal, the deathof loved ones, and a fall from grace - yet found strength, compassion, and, ultimately, forgiveness in her isolation. A story timeless in its appeal emerges, with a power that reopens old wounds, but also brings a transforming healing for Mia, for Kate's descendents, and for all those in Mia's new community.
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"[An] exquisite, many-layered novel." — Booklist
Publishers Weekly

Monroe delivers another novel of strong Southern women, and though this one has its share of weak moments, the author's love for her characters is palpable throughout. Mia Landan, a cancer survivor, returns to Charleston after a fly-fishing retreat and finds her husband in bed with another woman. Shocked, Mia rushes back to the mountains where she'd been fishing and seeks the help of fly fisherman Belle Carson, who offers her the use of a ramshackle cabin for the summer. Upon Mia's first trip into town, she learns why the cabin looks like it hasn't been opened in years-it's where Kate Watkins, Belle's grandmother, allegedly murdered her lover. But after Mia conveniently finds Kate's diary tucked away in the cabin, she becomes determined to get to the bottom of things, despite Belle's warnings not to stir up the mud. Through a series of occasionally contrived diary entries, flashbacks and folksy recollections from locals, the narrative juxtaposes Kate's story with Mia's self-discovery, and while the predictable ending results from implausibly convenient plot twists, Monroe's fans will still enjoy the author's spin on love, mystery and the power of self-determination. (July)

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After losing her job and her self-confidence, Mia Landan, a thirtysomething breast cancer survivor from Charleston, SC, finds her way to Casting for Recovery, a North Carolina-based organization run by fishing guide Belle Carson. Mia also loses her husband when she finds him casting about with another woman, and she seeks refuge in Belle's old family cabin. Along with the rigors of breast cancer treatment, readers learn about the ancient art of fly-fishing and how its principles can help replenish the soul and bring nature and a person's place in it into relief. Mia's time in the cabin makes her look at her damaged body as a symbol of her self-worth, not merely as a sign of weakness and failure. She even manages to flirt and eventually find love with a fellow fly-fisher. But this latest title from Monroe (Swimming Lessons) is also a mystery, as Mia tries to piece together the life of Kate Watkins, Belle's late grandmother and a well-known fly-fisher, who lived in the cabin many years before. The truth is unearthed by Mia and a group of strong local women who decide that men need not have the last word, even when the conversation is about fishing. This fascinating, nicely wrought novel will be popular in public libraries even where readers don't know a brook trout from a can of sardines. Highly recommended.
—Bette-Lee Fox

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416546641
  • Publisher: Gallery Books
  • Publication date: 1/20/2009
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 185,261
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Mary Alice Monroe


Mary Alice Monroe
is the New York Times bestselling author of ten novels, including Sweetgrass, Skyward, The Beach House, The Four Seasons, and The Book Club. She is an active conservationist and lives in the low country of South Carolina.

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Chapter One

The charm of fly-fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive,
but attainable — a perpetual series of occasions for hope.
— Anonymous

The river was spawned high in the Appalachian Mountains formed of sedimentary rock and ancient ocean floor. Fed by rain and melted snow, rivulets of cold, clear water gush over boulders and between rocky ridges to lace the mountainsides. Thousands of miles of freestone streams run unchecked, cascading down to form the mighty rivers.

Mia Landan followed the river as it wound in a serpentine manner, deeper into the woods. To her right, the sienna-hued wall of rock was dotted with patches of bright green moss. To her left, the river raced on, rushing forward in a confident current. She reached over the passenger seat of her car to clutch a wrinkled sheet of paper from under a torn road map. Scribbled across the page of directions she read, Follow the river.

"I am not lost," she said aloud, though she doubted her words. She was following the pebbles in the river like Hansel and Gretel, believing that they would lead her through the dark forest to a safe haven. Except Mia Landan no longer believed in fairy tales.

Thunder rolled overhead, threatening rain. Back home in Charleston, South Carolina, the spring rain had already given way to scorching heat and humidity. Here in the North Carolina mountains, however, the air was still cool and the forests aflame with wildflowers. Around each bend in the road she encountered a cluster of rhododendrons blooming scarlet or white. A little farther on, the paved road ended to become a rutted bed of dirt and gravel, as worn and filled with holes as a pauper's coat.

A few fat drops of rain splattered against the windshield, turning the dust to long streaks of mud. She turned on the windshield wipers and her heartbeat matched the metronome click. She leaned far over the wheel, clutching it tight, peering through the sudden deluge at the sliver of road ahead. Where was the cabin? she worried as she peered through the rain and fog. Could it be this far off the beaten track? Just when she thought she should turn around and head back, the river tumbled over a ridge of rocks to a large pool. Beside it on a high bank, nestled between a pair of towering hemlocks, sat a rustic log cabin.

Mia released a ragged sigh, slumped her shoulders, and loosened her grip on the wheel. She had found it. It had been a long, circuitous drive with directions scribbled in haste. But she'd made it. Her wheels hit soft grass and mud as she parked as close to the cabin as she could.

Turning off the engine, she was immediately immersed in a deep mountain silence. The miles still raced in her veins. Her clothes clung and the car seat was littered with empty water bottles and candy wrappers. The stale air reminded her of hospital rooms. She lowered the window enough to let the fresh air awaken her after the long journey. The rain sprinkled in and she lifted her face to it, tasting its cool sweetness.

Mia looked again to the cabin. It lurked, isolated and foreboding, under the canopy of the trees and mist. The woods seemed to close in around her. She felt a shiver of loneliness. But hadn't she wanted a faraway, secluded place? A sanctuary? Rolling up the window she cast a worried glance at the clock on the dashboard. It was half past six. Belle had told her she would pick up supplies and meet her at the cabin no later than seven. There was nowhere to go. The cabin was locked and the rain was coming down in sheets. She was trapped in this car, in the wilderness, to wait as the night closed in around her. Relentless rain coursed tracks down her foggy window, mirroring the tears flowing down her cheeks. Mia brought her hands to her face and wondered how she got to this place.

It had all begun with fly-fishing. She'd never had any interest in the sport. She was a public relations director for the Spoleto arts festival in Charleston. Though she lived by the ocean and mountains, she didn't have any connection to either. Her idea of a good time was drinks and dinner at a restaurant with friends. If she went on a boat, it was docked for a party. A trip to the mountains meant a few days at a ski lodge. Nonetheless, her sister, Madeline, had signed her up for a three-day fly-fishing retreat designed especially for breast cancer survivors. Casting for Recovery provided spiritual and physical therapy, and Madeline believed Mia needed both.

So that spring Mia had driven hours from her home in Charleston to the Casting for Recovery retreat in the foothills of North Carolina. She'd agreed to go only to keep Madeline from nagging. Some of the women at the retreat were still early in their treatments. Others were ten, twenty, or more years post-diagnosis. At thirtyeight years old, Mia was the youngest. She was reticent at first, but Belle would not allow her to remain aloof.

Belle Carson was their fly-fishing guide and the leader of the retreat. Belle was a tall, straight-talking, sensitive, and big-hearted woman who had chucked an academic career at the University of Virginia to move to Asheville, North Carolina, and open her own fly-fishing business. Belle gently coaxed Mia out of isolation into group discussions and taught her how to cast a dry fly. Mia was drawn into the group by force of the women's brutal honesty and their wise understanding. It was an intense three days that felt like three weeks, so much had transpired. They laughed, they cried. They were sister survivors. By the end of the retreat she'd joined their feminine solidarity formed by a shared history.

But it was in the river that Mia felt the first glimmer of life since the shock of her diagnosis had left her heart as numb as the white scar on her chest. Belle Carson had taught her how to cast a thin line from a rod onto the shallow waters of the Davidson River. To her amazement, she found hope rising in thin wisps of speckled silver. She might not have believed in fairy tales, but she believed in that spark of life she felt at the other end of the line.

Eager to share her new excitement with her husband, she'd hugged the women farewell and drove back a day early to Charleston. Closing her eyes, Mia saw again the lurid image of her husband and that unknown woman lying on her marriage bed. She'd stumbled down the stairs, climbed back into her car, and started to drive, her eyes blind and her mind numb.

Mia Landan of two years ago would have stood her ground and confronted them. Then, she was confident in her career, her beauty, her self. That Mia would not have run to the mountains with her tail between her legs. But two years ago Mia had not yet found the lump in her breast.

The wheels had hummed beneath her on the highway. The green road signs passed in a blur as she put miles between herself and her husband's infidelity. She'd driven for forty-five minutes before she realized she didn't know where she was. When at last she focused on the signs she saw she was on Interstate 26. Her instincts were acting as her compass, guiding her north, back to the mountains where she'd felt safe.

By the time she'd returned to the retreat, the sun had lowered far to the west and the placid water of the lake had darkened to a deep purple. A few dimples disturbed the glassiness. Rises, she'd learned they were called, were created by trout when they rose to the surface to sip an insect. She drove past the wall of tall firs and hemlocks that surrounded the lake to the row of cottages that she'd shared with the eighteen other women at the retreat. Now they all stood empty and quiet. One by one, each woman had returned to a husband, a family, a partner. For them, life had gone on post-cancer. At that moment, Mia saw with clarity that she was not a survivor.

She couldn't go back to Charleston. She could not start the engine and drive. She had nothing and no one waiting for her. She'd brought her trembling hands to her face and began to sob.

Perhaps if she hadn't felt such hope on the river, she could have maintained the hard shell of apathy that had sustained her for the year of treatment and recovery. But the spirit of the river, the rhythm of the cast, and the tenuous connection to life at the end of a thin line had broken through her shell. It had filled her with silvery light, lifted her up and made her feel whole again. To lose that now...

Belle Carson had been walking down the road and saw Mia crying the hoarse, ragged sobs of a desperate woman. She opened the car door.

"Mia? What are you doing here? Are you all right?"

Mia swung around, lifting her face. "I can't go back," she cried in a broken voice.

Belle leaned over, her long braid slipping over her shoulder, and asked more urgently, "What happened?"

"He's left me. I have nowhere to go."

Belle took Mia's arm, then gently but firmly drew her from the car. "Come with me," she said, putting her arm around Mia's shoulders. She guided her inside the lodge which, mercifully, was deserted. Belle treated Mia like she would an injured animal, gently and with a calm voice, giving her time to settle until the panic faded from her eyes. She offered Mia coffee, then rummaged through the camp fridge to prepare a plate and set it before her. When Mia sat slump-shouldered and looked at the food with a dazed expression, Belle didn't nag at her to eat it. She'd sat across from Mia and waited while the sun lowered and the geese honked by the lake, calling their young. When the grief trickled out, Belle handed her tissues, and later, when it gushed, she listened patiently before asking questions.

It was Belle's dark brown eyes that Mia remembered more than anything she'd actually said. They were calm waters, like the lake, and in their depths she'd felt hope rising.

Then Belle offered Mia what she needed most — safe refuge.

"I have a place," Belle told her. "A cabin not too far away. It's not much. It's been abandoned for years and I haven't checked on it in months. But it's yours, if you want to stay there."

So Mia had returned to her car with Belle's hastily delivered directions and found her way to this remote cabin. And here she was, still sitting in her car, waiting once more to be rescued.

Thirty minutes later the rain dissipated and from the distance Mia heard the sound of tires and the hum of an engine. She stepped out of the car to see an old green Blazer inscribed with the words Brookside Guides roll to a stop beside her.

"Belle!" she called out.

Belle Carson stepped out of the truck, wearing a green rain jacket with her company's logo over the pocket. She was somewhere in her fifties but still as narrow in the hips as a girl. Her red hair fell down her back in a long braid under her forest green baseball cap.

"Hey," she called. She bent to grab a large box from her truck and hurried up the muddy path to the porch with the same surefooted steps she'd taken in the rushing stream earlier that day. Once under the porch roof they shook the rain from their jackets. They stood eye to eye while Belle surveyed Mia's soaked clothes dripping from her thin frame. Strands of reddish blond hair plastered across Mia's forehead.

Belle's lips twitched. "You look like a drowned rat."

"I feel like it."

"Let's get you warm and settled," Belle said as she handed Mia the large box. "See you found the cabin all right." Belle pulled out a key affixed to a yellowed, water-stained paper tag that had the name Watkins Cove written in an old-fashioned script. "This here is the original. I'll have to make another copy so take good care of it."

Mia thought she had never heard a more beautiful sound than the click of that lock turning over. Then, taking a deep breath, she stepped inside the cabin. Instantly she was assailed by the scents of wood smoke and mildew. She wrinkled her nose. Her hand fumbled against the wall, groping for a light switch and praying some animal didn't dart at her from the dark. "Thank God," she whispered when she heard a click and yellow light poured from a hanging fixture that looked like a converted kerosene lamp.

She laughed out loud. All that was missing was a bunch of old men and their fishing gear. She could almost smell the tobacco. It was a compact space with one main room dominated by a fireplace made of river rocks. The dark wood walls were bare. She imagined this was where fish stories were shared on cool nights as unshaven men smoked pipes and clustered around the fire in rocking chairs.

In the pale light, the room appeared ghostly with sheets covering heavy pieces of furniture and threadbare curtains loosely draped around paned windows. Motes of dust rose in the stirred air as her boots left muddy prints across the floor. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was disturbing the peace of the ancient anglers that still hovered here. When the door clicked shut behind her she startled in the tomblike room.

"Well, let's take a look," Belle said, grabbing the box from Mia and setting it down on the table across the room. She turned slowly, lips pursed as her gaze swept around. When she faced Mia again she set her hands on her hips and shrugged. "Could be worse." After cracking a wry grin she shook her head. "But not much. I told you it hadn't been used in years."

"It's not that bad," Mia replied, but her voice lacked conviction. "Mostly it's just dirty."

"It's filthy. A haven for spiders and mice, looks like to me. I'd understand if you changed your mind. It's too late to head back to Charleston but you can stay at my place tonight."

"Really, it's OK."

Belle looked at Mia with the same intensity as when studying the waters. "You ever spend time up in the mountains? Alone?"

Mia shook her head no.

Belle rubbed her jaw, struggling with her reply. "Let me show you around. You haven't even seen the whole place yet. It's pretty rugged. There's no central heat, not to mention air conditioning." She turned and walked to the small kitchen. "This is an add-on to the original cabin. At least they made the ceilings a little higher," she said, craning her neck to look at the wood trusses and beams. "I don't imagine those old codgers gave much mind to cooking back when this place was built. It was updated in the nineteen thirties, I figure. Electricity was added, gas, some more modern appliances. All relative, keep in mind. Look at this old stove, will you?" she said, walking to an antique cast-iron and enamel stove. "This has to be an original."

Mia warily eyed the black iron behemoth that dominated the small kitchen. "Is it safe?"

"This thing? As far as I know it's in working condition. No warping or cracks. This one was taken care of, you can tell. Though it sat here for a long while." Her face softened and she spoke with a tone of reminiscence. "My mama had a wood-burning stove in our house in Virginia. We also had a modern one, of course, but she had a soft spot for the old ones. She used to claim a biscuit tasted best when baked in an old cast-iron stove. I'm kind of partial to them myself. Nothing better to keep a house warm on a cold night. I intend to keep this beauty. It's a collector's item." She patted the cast iron and said, "They just don't build 'em like they used to."

Belle opened the enamel oven door, then let it slam shut with a grimace. "Looks like some mice and critters took up residence in there. Just needs a good cleaning out. This oven will burn with some dry wood."

"I'm never cooking on that thing."

"Never say never. When the electricity goes out, and it will with every big storm, you'll be glad to have this old wood-burning stove around. Otherwise, this here gas stove might only have two burners but it'll do the job for you. Same with this old fridge."

She pointed to a small enamel fridge with rounded edges. Both it and the stove looked like they were bought after the war. Which war, Mia didn't dare guess.

Belle opened the fridge. It was heavy but swung easily. The inside was clean. "It's a bit rusty. But it's cold. A guy I know comes in to check on the place to make sure everything is in working order."

"With my cooking, it won't make much of a difference. But I am curious about the bathroom."

"You mean the outhouse?"

Mia's face froze.

Belle laughed. "Sorry, it was too easy. It's over here."

The small room had only one undersize window and was hardly a place for a luxurious soak. The porcelain commode was minuscule, the tiny sink had a nasty crack, and the claw-footed tub was badly stained. "There's only cold running water. That's spring water. So when I say cold, I mean cold."

"As long as I can pee without something coming up to bite me in the ass, I'll manage."

"I hear that." Belle shook her head and chuckled. "I'm installing a new hot-water heater. I'll prod George to get going on that right away. Until then, you'll have to heat water on the stove. OK, let's see what we got in here." She moved on to the small room next to the bathroom and opened the door.

Perhaps it was the whisk of wind from the opened door. Or maybe it was the pale white linen against the window, but something made the hairs along Mia's neck rise when she stepped into the bedroom.

"There should be a light switch somewhere," Belle said, fumbling along the wall. Finding none, she walked to the small bedside lamp. "There, that's better," she said as soft light filled the room.

"Why, this is a woman's room," Mia said, surprised. She'd expected to find rotting waders and boots, red and black checked wool blankets, and other masculine items. Instead the black iron bed was made up with a linen quilt and shams boldly embroidered with flowers and the dark green initials KW. A jewel-toned hooked rug lay beneath the bed, and over a long mahogany dresser was an elaborate Venetian mirror that was out of place against the rough cabin walls.

Belle's face was sober. "It was." She turned on her heel and walked out. "Let's see what's upstairs."

Mia had a thousand questions lingering on her tongue to ask about the woman who loved fine, feminine things but lived out here in the wilderness. But she refrained from asking even one and, instead, silently followed Belle up the steep, narrow stairs. This was a gaunt room, barren of furniture save for a window seat under a row of dingy, small windows. At one end sat another fireplace, smaller than the one downstairs. An old wooden toy lay beside it. Curious, Mia went to pick it up.

"It's a toy caboose! Someone carved it from a single piece of wood. It's beautifully done." She handed it to Belle. "Odd that it's here in a fishing cabin."

Belle took the toy and lifted it in her hand as though weighing it. "Back when, this would have been a garret where they put the bunks for fishing trips." Then, handing the caboose back to her, she added, "But my mother was raised in this house, so I guess it's likely she played in here."

"Your mother grew up in this cabin?" It seemed impossible that any child would be brought up in such a remote place.

"That's right."

"Was that her room downstairs?"

Belle shook her head. "My mother married young and left soon after. She never came back. I never knew my grandmother. That was her room." Belle spoke through tightened lips and her tone implied that she didn't want to discuss this further.

When they returned to the main room Belle appeared restless. She walked around pulling the sheets off the few pieces of furniture. The Victorian pieces were large and cumbersome, more fitting a grand room than a small wood cabin. An ornate, blue velvet sofa was badly faded and worn. The pedestal mahogany dining table was too large for the small space even with all the leaves removed. Most imposing of all was an enormous armoire adorned with the carving of the head of a stag with antlers.

"Wow," was all Mia could say.

"They look ridiculous in here."

"They're beautiful. Just...out of place."

Belle scowled as she looked at them. "Everything about this place is, well, never mind." She rolled up the sheets with a punching motion. Then she turned to face Mia.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have offered this place to you. It's really rough and I'm worried whether you're up to staying this far out on your own. This isn't some romantic getaway. You can't pick up the phone and order room service. I care about you but I'm not going to be able to be at your beck and call. I'm going out of town soon and I won't be here to look out after you."

"I'm not asking you to," she replied defensively. Though in her heart, that was exactly what she hoped for.

"This part of western North Carolina has high mountains, small towns, and a lot of wilderness in between. Your cell phone is unreliable if you have an emergency. If you get a lot of rain you'll need a four-wheel drive to get out. You're probably stuck right now. And what are you going to do if the power goes out? It gets cold up here. Do you even know how to start a fire?"

"I was a Girl Scout. And I've got matches."

Belle's hand slid to her head and she scratched it. "Can you shoot?"

Mia laughed lightly. "A gun? Good God, no."

"It'd be better if you did. What are you going to do if some animal comes knockin' on your door?"

"Human or other?"

"I'm serious. I'm not just talking about little raccoons. There are bears and venomous snakes to deal with. Maybe a sick or rabid animal. They're dangerous and you've got to know how to recognize them and deal with them. And you have to know your way around. You can get lost in these mountains and no one would know."

"Are you trying to scare me?"

"I'm trying to tell you what's real up here. Nature isn't always pretty. It can be damned heartless."

Mia's heart began pounding as a knot of pressure caused her throat to tighten. "I know about cruel and heartless."

Belle shook her head and looked at her boots. "Shit. Mia, I didn't mean that."

"I know what you meant." She hated the tears that were welling in her eyes. "Belle, I know I'm not a mountain woman — far from it. I've got a lot to learn. But hey. You called me a survivor. Doesn't that count for something?"

"Mia, it does. Of course. But be realistic."

"I am. My reality is pretty harsh. I'm thirty-eight and I've lost my left breast, my hair, my job, and my husband. I haven't any money to rent a place. This is my only chance! I have to stay. Belle, I have to find out what the hell I'm surviving for."

She was embarrassed for the flash of pain in her eyes that compelled Belle to turn away. She lowered her tone but her voice still trembled. "So much has happened so fast I haven't had a chance to make sense of what's happened to my body...to me. A survivor? I've never felt so lost or afraid. But I'm more afraid of going back home than anything I might face here."

Belle shifted her weight and crossed her arms in thought. Mia knew that as a guide Belle took inexperienced men and women into the wild every day. She'd seen some pretty stupid things damn near get folks killed, and it made her cautious. Mia also knew that Belle saw her as weakened, damaged. It would be against her nature to leave someone wounded and inexperienced alone in the wilderness. Yet Belle had witnessed the courage of the survivors at the retreat.

"Please, Belle. Let me stay."

Belle looked at the rain splattering the glass. When she turned again to Mia, she saw that the woman's mind was made up.

"You'll have to return home someday, you know. You can't hide out here forever."

Mia took a breath, unaware that she'd been holding it. "Even Sleeping Beauty had to wake up sometime."

Belle returned a commiserating smile. "This is a far cry from a palace. But it's a start." She took a deep breath, resigned to her decision. She leaned against the table and uncrossed her arms. "Mia, I inherited the cabin only last winter after my mother died. Like I said, she and my grandmother had a falling out and didn't communicate, not once in my lifetime, so I never came up here, never saw the place." She stopped. "Truth is, I never wanted to come." She pursed her lips, holding in words.

"After the funeral I got the deed and the keys," Belle continued, her dark gaze sweeping again the cabin, "I felt duty bound to take a look. It gets pretty cold up here in the winter. The roads were icing up and I didn't spend much time. It was really nothing more than a walk-through. Maybe it was grief that blinded me, I don't know, but it didn't look so bad back then. My plan was to clean it up this summer, maybe get the place rewired, make a few improvements, and add that water heater. Get it ready before the fall hunting and fishing season kicked in. Then I figured I'd rent it." Belle looked at her boots. "But I don't have money to pour into it and I'll be in Scotland most of the summer."

"But that's our deal. I'll clean it for you in exchange for rent."

"I think I'm getting the better end of the deal."

"Doesn't matter. You're a lifesaver. And I'm a hard worker. I'll get it done." She smirked. "Even that old stove."

Belle whistled softly, acknowledging the battle that task would be. She walked over to the box and pulled out a bottle of white wine. "You're going to need this."

"Bless you."

Next she took out a down blanket, fresh sheets, several candles, a big bar of soap, white towels, rolls of bathroom tissue, and lastly a bag from a fast-food restaurant. The scent of greasy French fries and hot coffee wafted into the air. When she was done she turned to Mia, studying her again.

"This isn't some wager, Mia. You don't have to prove anything to me. I don't want you to think you're failing if you decide it isn't working for you up here."

"I won't," she said, and felt enormously grateful.

"Tell you what, friend. Let's take it a week at a time. No commitments. You might get antsy up here all alone, or come face-toface with a bear and commence running."

Mia chuckled softly. "I just might. Week by week it is."

"And you know I have to rent it in the fall," she said in warning. "If you want to stay longer, it'll cost you."

"One summer," Mia agreed. "Right now, that feels like a lifetime."

Before leaving, Belle helped Mia put the fresh sheets on the bed and lit a roaring fire that warmed the cabin and took the edge off the stark sense of isolation. Belle also gave her a local map of Asheville and its surrounding areas and marked the location of the cabin with a big X. Then she drew the unmarked road that would lead her from the cabin to Watkins Mill, the nearest town.

Belle turned at the door and hugged Mia fiercely. "I care about you, kiddo. Fighting demons is all fine and good. But sometimes you just have to have a good time. Be good to yourself up here. And remember. Trout live in beautiful places."

Copyright © 2008 by Mary Alice Kruesi

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Introduction

Questions for Discussion

1. What does the title, Time is a River, represent for you? What characteristics do the passing of time and the flowing of the river share? How did time and the river act as representations for one another in the story? Why did the river come to mean so much to Mia?

2. The road to healing does not follow a straight course. Often emotional healing takes two steps forward and one back in a circuitous route to recovery. The opening of the book reflects that backwards and forward movement. Cite the small steps forward Mia takes and the subsequent set backs as she gradually gains strength and purpose. Discuss how the movement of casting—back and forth—symbolizes this pattern of healing.

3. Go back and read the Mark Nepo poem, "Holding Each Other Up" that opens the novel. What is the significance of opening the narrative with this poem?

4. On the first page of Chapter 1, when Mia is making her way to Belle's cabin, the narrator tells us, "Mia Landan no longer believed in fairy tales" (Pg 1). By the end of the book, do you think Mia believes in fairy tales again? Discuss how the mountainous landscape and Mia's experiences in Watkin's Mill can be likened to a fairy tale?

5. Discuss Mia's relationship with her sister Maddie. How is Maddie like a mother to Mia; how is she like a sister? How like a friend? What is the difference?

6. At the start of the novel, Mia is in need of rescue and Belle is there for her. How do their roles reverse by the end of the summer? Is Mia there for Belle in the same way? In your experience have you found that friendships are strengthened when each person gives and takes?

7. Do you think rain had anysignificance in Mia's story? Did you notice that important events seemed to happen during a downpour? Being that nature was so important to Mia, could this have been nature's way of acting as an actual character in the story? How else did nature affect the plot?

8. As Mia learns and grows as a resident of Watkin's Mill she improves Belle's cabin as well. When it is time to leave she "[breathes] deep as if she could somehow absorb the soul of the cabin to carry with her" (Pg 360). In what ways does the cabin have a soul and a spirit? Have you ever felt that a place or an object has a personality or a soul?

9. When Mia begins exploring the cabin she finds not only Kate's diaries, but an armoire filled with treasures, including hand-painted china, priceless silver, bamboo fishing rods, and beautiful clothes (page 45). If you were to fill a hope chest today, with your most prized possesions, what would you include? What would these things say about you should somebody find them 50 years from now?

10. Discuss Mia's relationship to her body throughout the course of the novel. On page 49 the narrator tells us that Mia felt as betrayed by her body as she did by Charles. How does her time in Watkin's Mill affect her feelings toward her own body? Has she made peace? How has Stuart played a role in this?

11. It seems that Kate and her granddaughter Belle have quite a bit in common, even though they've never met. A love of fly-fishing "ran through their bloodline as sure and strong as the currents in a river" (Pg 106). Do you think preferences like this are innate or learned? What hobbies or preferences do you think you have inherited from a relative?

12. Mia learns much of Kate Watkins' history directly from the people in town. Whether it is through stories passed down through generations, or from Kate's old friends who are still around to share. How does this technique of telling the story via an oral history affect the credibility of the narrative? In an age in which almost any information you could dream of is available at the click of a mouse, how does the unraveling of the history of Kate and of Watkin's Mill through hard-earned research, from first hand sources, seem more credible?

13. Mia nicknames the giant, and elusive, rainbow trout "Mr. Big." On page 165 she thinks, "Mr. Big was as ancient as the river he swam in, wise and wary. At what price wisdom, she wondered? Had that big trout ever felt the prick of steel in his mouth?" What do Mia and Mr. Big have in common? How does Mia's relationship to him develop? Why do you think she still has not caught Mr. Big by the end of the novel?

14. When Mr. Pace tells Mia the story of DeLancey's disappearance and the trial that followed he says, "People walked into the room saying 'poor Kate' and walked out saying 'poor Camilla.' In matters of the heart, sympathy usually goes to the wronged wife" (Pg 309). Being a wronged wife herself, how do you think Mia maintained her feelings of kinship with Kate after learning she was having an affair with a married man? Do you think Kate's story helped Mia to see her own divorce in a new light?

15. "Genes have no claim on love" (Pg 362). By the end of the novel Mia feels love toward Kate, and toward Belle. Are there any women in your life who have been so meaningful to you that they feel like family? Who has been like a sister to you? Who like a grandmother?

16. "Each step she took into the woods was a step away from her old life. Was It any wonder great fairy tales took place in enchanted forests?" Discuss how Mia's journey to a remote cabin in the mountains reflects a fairy tale. Classic fairy tale structures are included in the novel. Find examples and discuss each: 1) the old wise woman 2) the magical hut or sanctuary 3) feminine solidarity 4) dressing as a male 5) a caring lover 6) transformation 7) a restored, renewed world order

Enhancing Your Book Club

1. Casting for Recovery is a real organization! Find out more about it at www.castingforrecovery.org

2. Get a crash course in fly-fishing at Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fly_fishing

3. If you're hosting the book club, take a cue from Becky and surprise the other members with some sweet treats.

4. Nana knew just about everything there was to know about Watkin's Mill. Can anyone share interesting history about the town you grew up in? Or the one you live in now?

5. Become Mary Alice's e-friend on MySpace!: www.myspace.com/MaryAliceMonroe

Mary Alice Monroe is the New York Times bestselling author of eleven novels, including Time is a River, Sweetgrass, Skyward, The Beach House, The Four Seasons, and The Book Club. She is an active conservationist and lives in the low-country of South Carolina.

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Reading Group Guide

Questions for Discussion

1. What does the title, Time is a River, represent for you? What characteristics do the passing of time and the flowing of the river share? How did time and the river act as representations for one another in the story? Why did the river come to mean so much to Mia?

2. The road to healing does not follow a straight course. Often emotional healing takes two steps forward and one back in a circuitous route to recovery. The opening of the book reflects that backwards and forward movement. Cite the small steps forward Mia takes and the subsequent set backs as she gradually gains strength and purpose. Discuss how the movement of casting—back and forth—symbolizes this pattern of healing.

3. Go back and read the Mark Nepo poem, "Holding Each Other Up" that opens the novel. What is the significance of opening the narrative with this poem?

4. On the first page of Chapter 1, when Mia is making her way to Belle's cabin, the narrator tells us, "Mia Landan no longer believed in fairy tales" (Pg 1). By the end of the book, do you think Mia believes in fairy tales again? Discuss how the mountainous landscape and Mia's experiences in Watkin's Mill can be likened to a fairy tale?

5. Discuss Mia's relationship with her sister Maddie. How is Maddie like a mother to Mia; how is she like a sister? How like a friend? What is the difference?

6. At the start of the novel, Mia is in need of rescue and Belle is there for her. How do their roles reverse by the end of the summer? Is Mia there for Belle in the same way? In your experience have you found that friendships are strengthened when each person gives and takes?

7. Do you think rain had any significance in Mia's story? Did you notice that important events seemed to happen during a downpour? Being that nature was so important to Mia, could this have been nature's way of acting as an actual character in the story? How else did nature affect the plot?

8. As Mia learns and grows as a resident of Watkin's Mill she improves Belle's cabin as well. When it is time to leave she "[breathes] deep as if she could somehow absorb the soul of the cabin to carry with her" (Pg 360). In what ways does the cabin have a soul and a spirit? Have you ever felt that a place or an object has a personality or a soul?

9. When Mia begins exploring the cabin she finds not only Kate's diaries, but an armoire filled with treasures, including hand-painted china, priceless silver, bamboo fishing rods, and beautiful clothes (page 45). If you were to fill a hope chest today, with your most prized possesions, what would you include? What would these things say about you should somebody find them 50 years from now?

10. Discuss Mia's relationship to her body throughout the course of the novel. On page 49 the narrator tells us that Mia felt as betrayed by her body as she did by Charles. How does her time in Watkin's Mill affect her feelings toward her own body? Has she made peace? How has Stuart played a role in this?

11. It seems that Kate and her granddaughter Belle have quite a bit in common, even though they've never met. A love of fly-fishing "ran through their bloodline as sure and strong as the currents in a river" (Pg 106). Do you think preferences like this are innate or learned? What hobbies or preferences do you think you have inherited from a relative?

12. Mia learns much of Kate Watkins' history directly from the people in town. Whether it is through stories passed down through generations, or from Kate's old friends who are still around to share. How does this technique of telling the story via an oral history affect the credibility of the narrative? In an age in which almost any information you could dream of is available at the click of a mouse, how does the unraveling of the history of Kate and of Watkin's Mill through hard-earned research, from first hand sources, seem more credible?

13. Mia nicknames the giant, and elusive, rainbow trout "Mr. Big." On page 165 she thinks, "Mr. Big was as ancient as the river he swam in, wise and wary. At what price wisdom, she wondered? Had that big trout ever felt the prick of steel in his mouth?" What do Mia and Mr. Big have in common? How does Mia's relationship to him develop? Why do you think she still has not caught Mr. Big by the end of the novel?

14. When Mr. Pace tells Mia the story of DeLancey's disappearance and the trial that followed he says, "People walked into the room saying 'poor Kate' and walked out saying 'poor Camilla.' In matters of the heart, sympathy usually goes to the wronged wife" (Pg 309). Being a wronged wife herself, how do you think Mia maintained her feelings of kinship with Kate after learning she was having an affair with a married man? Do you think Kate's story helped Mia to see her own divorce in a new light?

15. "Genes have no claim on love" (Pg 362). By the end of the novel Mia feels love toward Kate, and toward Belle. Are there any women in your life who have been so meaningful to you that they feel like family? Who has been like a sister to you? Who like a grandmother?

16. "Each step she took into the woods was a step away from her old life. Was It any wonder great fairy tales took place in enchanted forests?" Discuss how Mia's journey to a remote cabin in the mountains reflects a fairy tale. Classic fairy tale structures are included in the novel. Find examples and discuss each: 1) the old wise woman 2) the magical hut or sanctuary 3) feminine solidarity 4) dressing as a male 5) a caring lover 6) transformation 7) a restored, renewed world order

Enhancing Your Book Club

1. Casting for Recovery is a real organization! Find out more about it at www.castingforrecovery.org

2. Get a crash course in fly-fishing at Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fly_fishing

3. If you're hosting the book club, take a cue from Becky and surprise the other members with some sweet treats.

4. Nana knew just about everything there was to know about Watkin's Mill. Can anyone share interesting history about the town you grew up in? Or the one you live in now?

5. Become Mary Alice's e-friend on MySpace!: www.myspace.com/MaryAliceMonroe

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  • Posted November 6, 2010

    Do yourself a favor---read it!!

    I read this book about 6 months ago when I was going through a pretty rough time. And while I did not go find a creek and learn to fly fish, I did take the words and the meaning very much to heart. This was the first book by this author that I had read and I was amazed at the depth of the characters and the scenes; whether it was the babbling brook or the cinnamon filled bakery, I felt like I was there!! I have since read 3 more books by Mary Alice Monroe and I intend to read them all. I am so impressed at how she can take things like fly fishing, and turtles hatching, and shrimp boats and somehow make me connect with these things even though I am sitting on my couch in Kansas. And don't be put off by the number of pages in these books; they range in the 300-400 area, but the pages fly by and you find yourself sad that you have come to the end. Please, do this for yourself; read "Time is a River" and then walk, don't run, to read "Beach House" and "Swimming Lessons" and "Last Light over Carolina". You will not be disappointed!

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  • Posted January 4, 2010

    Positive, Upbeat

    This is the very first book I read by Mary Alice Monoe. it was positive, upbeat but also suspenseful. Couldn't put it down wondering what was going to happen next. Since this book I have read 5 other books by this author. Great read!!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2008

    A reviewer

    Mary Alice has struck a chord with me once again. This time Monroe gives the reader a first-person look into the angst, pain, love of cancer survivors. Each of Monroe's book strikes directly in the heart for both my wife and I. Bravo. Thanks again.

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  • Posted September 6, 2013

    I really enjoy Mary Alice Monroe's writings. The way she weaves several different themes into her stories is clever and informative - have enjoyed several of her books.

    Time Is a River is an interesting and compelling story. The journey of a person's struggle with cancer and its emotional and physical wounds touched me deeply. I made that same journey with my beloved husband. The heroine in this story has other personal problems too, but the way the author brings in added components - the peace of the river - and learning the skill of fly-fishing brought added knowledge and enjoyment. I have lived close to the Mississippi River all of my life, so the description of the river in this book had a special appeal for me. Mrs. Marion M. Hill
    Baton Rouge, LA

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  • Posted February 8, 2013

    This is a wonderful book! It's a great story, well written, and

    This is a wonderful book! It's a great story, well written, and was a joy to read. Ms. Monroe is a great storyteller and knows how to keep one's interest. I look forward to reading more of her books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2010

    Great story poorly written

    While Monroe weaves a great story, she does it with erratic writing skills and a lack of knowledge of her characters.
    The conversations are often contrived and don't flow as conversations generally do. There are stops, starts, and abrupt changes in mood that were distracting. However, what was most frustrating was Monroe's apparent lack of thought (and memory) regarding her characters and time lines. On one page Stuart has a thermos of coffee in his Jeep...later Mia finds his pristine coffee maker, unused because he "never drinks" the stuff. Later still Mia brings him coffee and a cinnamon bun. On one page his hair is "cropped close"...on another she admires it as it lay on the pillow. Kate, after losing the family fortune in the Crash of 1929, hops into her car and drives off down the highway. Probably not. The local newspaper editor retires in 2007 after a 45 year career with the paper which began with her writing an obituary in 1952. Math is obviously not Monroe's forte.
    It was a great concept - the end was the best part - but the execution made it a very disappointing read. This will be my first - and last - Monroe book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2009

    WOW!

    What an amazing, original story. I will definitely read more by this author.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2009

    The author choose a great title and how it describes how you go thru life and the ups and downs of life.

    This is the first book that I have read from this author, a friend of mind recommended her. As a person who is going thru breast cancer now and also other personal things, I feel that the author wrote about real feelings about how the character feels about everything that she is going thru. I can't wait to read more of her books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2008

    A reviewer

    Until now, Mary Alice's 'The Beach House' had moved me the most. But, 'Time is A River' marks a culmination of her literary talents to date. I like that Mia is able to find much to heal her wounded body and spirit. I so look forward to a sequel!!!

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  • Posted November 19, 2012

    A Must Read!

    A must read for anyone who loves fly fishing, has/had cancer, or just loves a good read!

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  • Posted January 2, 2012

    Excellent book

    Another good one by this author!

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  • Posted October 10, 2011

    reader

    very good book, couldnt put it down.

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  • Posted July 20, 2011

    Mesmorizing

    My daughter gave me this book for Mothers Day; once I started reading it I initially found it very wordy; but after a few chapters I could not put the book down, I had to find out what happened with Mia; Stuart anf the entire cast. What an excellent read; I can't wait to read her other books. Thank you for giving us hope to know we can overcome obstacles in life and continue the journey.

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  • Posted May 15, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    I recommend this book to everyone I know. It is very uplifting and has a suspense thread that takes you back to the past of the little Carolina town. Wonderfully written. I like the hardcover book cover the best.

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  • Posted January 16, 2011

    Highly Recommended-Just a book I could not put down.

    She is such a wonderful writer, I feel like I am in the book with the characters.

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  • Posted September 10, 2010

    Just an OK read

    It has a good story line but was poorly written. It mentioned some good pointers to face life though but not captivating enough for recommendation.

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  • Posted March 27, 2010

    Engaging Book

    Time is a River infuses the art of fly fishing into an intriguing story with modern reality complications. The characters are unique and multifaceted. A dose of self awareness, self discovery, and love unfold with many gems about fly fishing.

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  • Posted March 3, 2010

    This is one of the best books I have read in a very long time1

    The Casting for Recovery retreat I thought was a wonderful idea! What a surprise to me when I discovered it is a real organization. Oprah should take this book as one of the great ones. Having a friend who just went through with breast cancer, the book gave me lots of insight on this subject. I highly recommend this to book everyone.
    Mary from Santa Rosa

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2009

    Great

    I loved this book. Perfect light reading for an escape or beach read.

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  • Posted June 29, 2009

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    A bit disappointed.....

    I liked Mary Alice Monroe's descriptions, but this book wasn't a "grabber" for me. The main character was strong and unique in that she grew to love fly-fishing. There was a bit of a mystery and romance in this book too, but I wouldn't recommend it to anyone as a "have to" read. I read it for my book club.

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