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A novel for anyone who’s ever had to risk it all to be the person they wanted to be…

From the critically acclaimed authors of Literacy and Longing in L.A. comes the ultimate story for late bloomers of every exotic shade. And a quirky young heroine with a knack for reinvention and a flair for the unexpected no reader will ever forget.

Thirty, newly single, and desperately in need of a paycheck, inveterate ...

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Overview


A novel for anyone who’s ever had to risk it all to be the person they wanted to be…

From the critically acclaimed authors of Literacy and Longing in L.A. comes the ultimate story for late bloomers of every exotic shade. And a quirky young heroine with a knack for reinvention and a flair for the unexpected no reader will ever forget.

Thirty, newly single, and desperately in need of a paycheck, inveterate bird-watcher Cassie Shaw finds herself doing something that goes against all her principles. She lies on a résumé to land a job and finds herself employed at an elite university working for a pair of professors as unique as the rare birds she covets. One of them is the sexy, handsome, cheerfully aristocratic expert in animal behavior, Professor William Conner. Under his charismatic tutelage, Cassie begins her personal transformation into the person she was meant to be while meeting the kinds of people she has never met before. But when your entire future and your unlikely new career teeters on an unbearable untruth, the masquerade can’t go on forever. And when Cassie steps out from behind her mask it will transform her life—and the lives of those around her—forever.

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Editorial Reviews

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“It’s The Devil Wears Prada meets Walden Pond.” —Nature

“An engaging story about a young woman transforming herself into the kind of person she’s always wanted to be...a thoughtful version of the girl-done-good tale.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Delightfully merging humor, philosophy and reflections on nature, this novel is a lot of fun.... winsome.”—Publishers Weekly

“Sweet.” —USA Today

Publishers Weekly

Narrator Tanya Eby is immensely engaging and likable in the first-person role of Cassie Shaw, a 30-year-old dyslexic nature lover who, desperate for a job, lies about having a college degree to score an administrative assistant position at a university, where she is immediately intrigued by her professor boss. Eby is perfect at conveying Cassie's quirky, well-meaning, self-deprecating and often insecure personality. Her delivery of amusing one-liners is pitch-perfect, and listeners will laugh out loud while rooting for Cassie. Eby also does a marvelous job with the other characters' voices, particularly Cassie's snobby co-worker Allison, whose dialogue fairly drips with smarmy condescension. This well-paced, entertaining story about finding one's place in the world while marching to a different drummer translates well to audio and is well worth a listen. Simultaneous release with the Delacorte hardcover (Reviews, Oct. 22). (Jan.)

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School Library Journal

Cassie Shaw, the 30-year-old dyslexic high school dropout narrator of Kaufman and Mack's follow-up to Literacy and Longing in L.A., is devoid of self-esteem and, as the winsome novel opens, has just been widowed by a jerk who left her nothing but debt. Desperate for a job, Cassie fudges her education background on a job application and snags an entry-level university office job working under William Conner, a charismatic professor of animal behavior who ignites Cassie's desire for learning-and other things. As Cassie's lust for knowledge swells and she becomes more involved with Conner, the list of her deceptions lengthens, and it's only a matter of time until budding beau Conner finds out. Kaufman and Mack lace the narrative with light humor (the rats in California's Topanga Canyon are like "roaches in NY or liars in LA") and nods to Emerson, Whitman, Thoreau, Plato and Keats. Delightfully merging humor, philosophy and reflections on nature, this novel is a lot of fun and might give some readers freshman-year flashbacks. (Jan.)

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Kirkus Reviews
A slight premise belies an engaging story about a young woman transforming herself into the kind of person she's always wanted to be. Frank, a two-timing bastard, accidentally drove off a cliff, leaving Cassie a young widow but hardly grieving. And though she doesn't miss her husband, Cassie's stuck in the doldrums, confessing her troubles to her one true love, a parrot named Sam. Living with her hippie, Bigfoot-hunting mother in Topanga Canyon (a gateway between Los Angeles and hundreds of acres of wild land), the only thing that brings her joy is the time she spends in the woods. But Cassie's no Thoreau; she needs a job and finds one at the local university as an assistant in the psychology department. The only problem is she lied on the application, saying she has a BA from the University of Michigan, when in fact her dyslexia is so severe, she barely finished high school. But the simple lie has given her more than an interesting job-it's given her a new identity to live up to. She's reading books recommended to her and going to gallery openings and the symphony-and she soon decides she likes this new Cassie. Though she has some help along the way, Cassie gets to play Pygmalion to herself. Of course there are a couple of men (one bad, one good, it's hard to tell which is which) and aspirations for something better (Cassie decides to go to college), but what sets this book apart from others about women finding love and fulfillment is Cassie's heartfelt struggle to overcome years of feeling like the dumbest person in the room. She thinks she might be falling for her boss, a dashing professor, until she is revealed to be a fraud. Lightly touching on both intellectual and class snobbery,the authors (Literacy and Longing in L.A., 2006) have crafted a thoughtful version of the girl-done-good tale. Agent: Molly Friedrich/Aaron M. Priest Literary Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385340205
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/27/2009
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 322
  • Sales rank: 879,962
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 7.50 (h) x 0.68 (d)

Meet the Author

Karen Mack, a former attorney, is a Golden Globe Award–winning film and television producer. Jennifer Kaufman was a staff writer at the Los Angeles Times and is a two-time winner of the national Penney-Missouri Journalism Award. Their debut novel, Literacy and Longing in L.A., was a #1 Los Angeles Times bestseller and also won the 2006 Southern California Booksellers Association Award for Fiction.

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Chapter One

I didn't intend to lie on my resume. It just happened. It was after the icy reception I received at the last two employment agencies. The first time, a man with a rodent-like profile, eyes too close together, and a gnawing slash of a mouth suggested I try getting a job at a pet store. The next agent walked me to the door of her office after a quick glance at my resume and said the only thing she could possibly think of was telemarketing from my home–check the classifieds.

As you can imagine, I was feeling pretty deflated as I headed for yet another employment agency. This one had a bulletin board near the entrance, cluttered with notices such as "Accent Elimination" (as if it's some kind of disease). "Speak American, Free Consultation." I noticed no one had torn off the fringed bottom with scrawled vertical telephone numbers. I sat in a cracked vinyl armchair still warm from the last sweaty bottom, filling out forms, but even in this dump, the agent couldn't get rid of me fast enough.

So here's my situation. Considering my educational background (a graduate of the University of Nowheresville) and my age (thirty), I am now virtually unemployable. My years at the wildlife center didn't seem to matter to anyone, especially the employment agencies. They just whizzed right by it and focused on my education or lack of it. "Tell us again why you left high school?" As if I had no business even being there.

My mother was always trying to reassure me, her optimism unflinching. "They'll be sorry they didn't hire you. All the studies say that slow starters are more likely to become billionaires."

"What study was that, Mom?"

"I read it in the dentist's office."

It feels like I'm back in elementary school where I had failure written all over me. What seemed to come effortlessly for everyone else was torture for me.

"Cassie, try not to hold your pencil like a spike," the teacher would urge, breathing down my neck like a truant officer and wincing at my abominable handwriting. "And stop sucking on your lip so hard. Lord, you'll tear it to pieces. Why don't you just take a deep breath and start over later."

That was the signal I eventually waited for–she gave up and so did I. You'd think she'd put a stop to my misery but the fact was she just didn't get it and neither did anyone else. The rest of the year I was either "sick" or late on Fridays, very late. It didn't make any difference, I was the dunce in the corner with a scarlet D on my chest.

Sometimes I'd hear a friend of my mother's talking about her child, little Stacy or darling Susie. "My daughter is amazing. She just woke up one morning and could read everything."

"Is that so?" my mother would reply in a monotone. "What a marvel."

I kept thinking, "Why didn't that happen to me?" When would I "just wake up" and be able to read? And then later, with each mounting failure, "What's so great about reading anyway?"

My mother would sit with me for hours reading things she thought I'd like. Her favorite was an illustrated anthology of Greek myths. We read about gods and heroes like Athena, Diana, Aphrodite, Zeus. The stories I liked the most were the ones where humans changed into birds or beasts or flowers. But my mother liked the stories where the gods bestowed special powers on mortals. I guess that's why she named me Cassandra. After the beautiful goddess who could see the future. She loved the magic–that's what she was hoping for me when she'd hand me the book–but I still couldn't read a word.

In junior high, I made up the plots of the books I read based on the first and last chapters. As a result, my test scores on comprehension were all over the place. Sometimes I guessed right.

Sometimes I didn't. I was a whiz at basic algebra, but if I had to solve how far Mr. Smith traveled on a train from his home in Phoenix to his regional office in Albuquerque and at what velocity it collided with a freight train carrying textiles to Tucson–well, you get the picture. All through school, kids whispered "dim" or "dense" or "dumbbell." Not my friends, though. We never talked about my "problem." Mostly, they were oblivious. They'd always get rewarded with As and I'd get my usual Ds.

"God, Cassie, that test was so easy," they'd say incredulously.

"I didn't study." I'd laugh, like it meant nothing. Heathers became my favorite movie.

Eventually, I figured out the way to survive. Most kids do. I hid my tests and assignments like they were pornography. When my mother asked how I did on my spelling test, I'd say, "Great," and if she questioned me about my homework, I'd tell her, "I did it at school." "Doing it at school" meant shoving it in my desk along with a half dozen other worksheets I found impossible to complete. I'd always get found out, of course. The teacher would call my mother, who'd ask, "What's the matter with you?" We'd spend holiday weekends completing all the work that everyone else had finished during school. The threat of "special ed" loomed over me like a death sentence.

So the masquerade went on. I made small strides. But mostly I feigned boredom or talked to my neighbor. In the meantime, my imagination soared. I made up words. I invented spelling. I created wild fantasies in my mind that were ever so much more entertaining than anything I tried to read at school.

"Once upon a time, a bunch of mean, foulmouthed bullies wandered into the woods to gather berries . . ."

It was about this time my burnt-out mother hired a beautiful silver-haired tutor named Janet Monroe. She lived in a lovely little cottage with a view of the ocean. The plan was for me to go to her house once a week over the summer. But, after an initial evaluation, she recommended two-hour sessions three times a week. In the beginning, I felt like a rich kid, although I was well aware that this was a serious financial burden on my mother.

Every afternoon, Mrs. Monroe would lead me through her house to an airy, sun-drenched porch filled with leafy palms, overstuffed furniture, and faded Persian rugs. You had to take your shoes off when you walked in and then say hello to her parrot–a magnificent African gray named Sam who imitated her voice and learned my name pronto. He gave me my first whistle and screeched a flirtatious "Hi, gorgeous!"

All through that summer I struggled with the process of decoding–learning how a written word represents a sound. It's something most kids take for granted, like swimming or riding a bike. But for me, it was hard work.

"This just happens sometimes to smart kids," Mrs. Monroe told my mother in a breathy smoker's voice that trailed off into nothingness. "You have a reading disorder called dyslexia." I was trying to digest all this when she asked Sam to tell her who, besides me, had a similar problem in their youth. That bird was so damn brilliant. He shot back, "Einstein, Rockefeller, Edison, Picasso, Walt Disney, and John Lennon."

"There," she'd say when he was done. "You're in fine company."

We did a lot of workbook exercises and read out loud. Sam would imitate my labored, choppy voice when I read, memorize passages, and give me a beaky kiss when I was done. I got so I couldn't wait to see him. Then it was September and I went back to school. I never saw Mrs. Monroe again.
Sometime in the fall, she called to tell us that she was ill. A month later, my mother came home with Sam. Mrs. Monroe had died and left him to me. The note on the cage read, "Dear Cassie, next to me, you are Mrs. Monroe's favorite student."

Parrots mate for life, but somehow Sam accepted me. The South American tribes believe parrots have human souls. And I'd have to agree. He'd sidle up my arm after school and kiss me all over my mouth and ears. Sometimes he'd say, "Love you. Miss you. Did you pass?" Okay, so he was repeating my mother, but still, he meant it. Other times he'd repeat my depressing downers.

"I'm just a dumbfuck!" I'd shout.

And he'd repeat with glee, "Dumbfuck! Dumbfuck! Dumbfuck!"

"Shut up!" I'd yell.

"No!" he'd squawk back, flapping his wings and bobbing his head. Sam loved to get me all riled up. It was just a game to him, my deficiencies.

When Sam and I first moved in with Frank, they took an immediate dislike to each other. When we'd argue, that parrot would fasten his small beady eyes on Frank, morph into his aggressive pose, crouch low on his perch with his wings outspread, and peck furiously at Frank's face and hands.

Maybe it was Frank's tone of voice.

"Close the fucking door!" Frank would yell at me as he retreated from Sam's sharp-hooked beak.

"Close the fucking door! Close the fucking door!" Sam would shriek back in Frank's exact same voice as if he were mocking him. Parrots do not grow meek in the face of anger.

The two of them never did make peace, even though I tried to reason with Sam. He continued to bedevil Frank in sly little ways. He could imitate the telephone and the doorbell so perfectly that at least once a night Frank would go running to the door and Sam would cackle and scream, "Dumbfuck!"

More than once, Frank told me to give Sam away or he was going to "kill that fucking bird." It got so bad that at one point I told my mother she'd have to take him for a while till things cooled down. Sam's not mourning either.

I get back in my car and head to a small employment agency across from the university that came highly recommended . . . from the Yellow Pages. As I walk in the door, I overhear the agent tell a woman, "Sorry. That's all I have. You know, these days a BA is no better than high school. You really need an advanced degree to get yourself out of the assistant pool."

So what pool am I swimming in? Maybe the cesspool. I watch the woman leave. Sleek is the word I'd use to describe her. I pull on the elastic waist of my khaki pants. I'll never look like that. What does it take, anyway, to look put together like that?

No, I'm not sleek, I'm ordinary–sort of like a generic brand of human being. I don't naturally stand out like some women I know. Although my mother would disagree. She tells me I have "good bones" like one of those characters in her classic myths and that all her friends think I'm beautiful. But I certainly don't feel that way, especially when I walk into a room. Frank used to call it the "wow" factor, something that makes people notice you. Maybe it's my hair. I wear it pulled back in a long ponytail with Peter Pan bangs in the front. I don't know, I've always done it that way. Frank liked it that way too. Every time I wore it down, he'd ask me why.

"You look better with it off your face," he'd say. But after we got married, he never did say I looked good. Come to think of it, whenever I got dressed up he'd tell me I looked like I tried too hard.
I take the application form and slowly start to fill it out. Name: Cassie Shaw.

Education: There it is. I remember watching the Rose Bowl one year with Frank. Who played? Wasn't it one of those big schools in the Midwest? Michigan or Wisconsin. An arena filled with thousands of cheering students. Who'd ever know? A place where when asked what it was like I could just laugh and say, "Cold as hell." Okay. I'm doing it. Michigan. I know about Michigan. They make cars there. Shit. Major: Now what? My hands are shaking. Well, I'm turning into a psychopath, so how about psychology? Sounds good. Everyone knows about psychology.

I fill out the rest–driver's license, Social Security number, address (my mother's post office box, we haven't had mail delivered in two years), age, etc. When you really think about it, most of the application is true. Anyway, doesn't everyone lie on these things?

"So how'd you like Michigan?" the agent asks. I focus on a hairy plant in a too-small plastic pot on the windowsill with roots trailing out the bottom like worms.

"Cold as hell," I reply. She laughs.

"Well, I see why you're here. Psychology. What can you do with that?"

"Right." I laugh conspiratorially.

"It says here, after the wildlife center, you worked at your husband's towing business."

"Yes, I did. He recently died." Okay. So I played the widow card. Sue me.

She immediately softens. I hate that look. Pity. Surprise. I can hear her thinking, "And so young too."

"Well, we don't have much right now, but we do have an entry-level job at the university. And it is in behavioral sciences, so you have some background."

I am oddly pleased by the compliment–even though it's based on a total lie.

"Look, I'm not going to kid you. Basically, it's answering phones, typing, delivering mail, filing, you know, front-office stuff." Better than the back-office stuff I haven't been offered. I casually agree to go on an interview. I'm elated. That is, until I hit the street, at which point I start to get nervous about my lies. But this wasn't just a lie. It was a Category 2, maybe Category 3 lie. Oh, come on. Frank was a lying piece of shit and God didn't strike him down. Well . . . I carefully look both ways before crossing the street.

Chapter Two

The campus looms in front of me, high on a hill, like Oz. Red brick buildings, landscaped lawns, grassy areas with footpaths and sculptures. I pass under a canopy of leaves through the Van Dorman Gates, black ornate wrought iron supported by two imposing pillars, one of which is inscribed with the words of Cicero.

"The first duty of a man is the seeking after and the investigation of Truth." I continue walking, gripping my resume. I'm not going to think about the consequences.

Liar. Liar. Pants on fire.

When I was a kid, Sunday school was all about God and Satan, the Twelve Apostles, the Ten Commandments, and the Seven Deadly Sins. The world as we knew it was ordered and manageable, with hundreds of laws and punishments methodically arranged according to the gravity of the transgression. There seemed to be no gray area when it came to sin–just a cold, stark landscape of excruciatingly painful punishments or heavenly rewards depending on the path you took.

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Introduction

Jennifer Kaufman and Karen Mack, the dynamic authors behind the bestseller Literacy and Longing in L.A., captivate readers once again in their wonderfully imagined novel A Version of the Truth. In the wilds of Topanga Canyon, Cassie Shaw has always felt right at home in the midst of nature, but everywhere else, life seems to be a little harder. At the age of thirty, newly single and without a college degree, Cassie is in serious need of a paycheck. So in a desperate move, she lies on her resume when applying for an office job at an elite university. When she finds herself employed by two eccentric professors, Cassie begins to reinvent herself–and soon encounters some very unexpected consequences. Hilarious and wry, lyrical and uplifting, A Version of the Truth asks: what happens when your life is teetering on a looming deception? And how far would you go to become the person you want to be?

The questions and discussion topics that follow are intended to enhance your reading of Jennifer Kaufman and Karen Mack's A Version of the Truth.

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Foreword

1. Discuss the storytelling approach used in this novel. Did you find Cassie’s first person narrative effective or limiting? Do you perceive her inner voice as accounting for reality? How would the story change if it were told in third person?

2. Comment on the setting of this book. What role does the wild and beautiful nature of Topanga Canyon–and the many free-spirited people it attracts, like Cassie’s mother–play on Cassie’s character and lifestyle?

3. Discuss Cassie’s decision to lie on her resume when applying for her job. Knowing all the extenuating circumstances that could take away from this act of dishonesty (her financial need, her learning disability, etc.), do you think it was worth the risk? At one point in the novel, Cassie tells Professor Pearce that she would tell the truth if she had to do it over again. Do you believe she would? Would you, if you were in her position?

4. Compare and contrast the three men we know to be Cassie’s love interests in this novel: Frank, Freddy, and Connor. In what ways is she a different person when she is with each?

5. What does it say about Cassie’s character that she considers her parrot Sam one of her best friends? Why is she able to connect with animals with such greater ease than other people?

6. Cassie says she enjoys being in the woods because “you can be whoever you want–chatty and clever and stupid and ugly and unloved and unkissed … and still feel like you belong.” What do you make of this sentiment? How does this statement go along with overarching themes in this novel?

7. In what ways is Alison initially a foilfor Cassie’s character? Though she exudes perfection in her appearance, it seems she doesn’t have much to offer below the surface. What do you make of Cassie’s attempt to look and dress like her?

8. Describe Cassie’s relationship with Tiff. What does she get out of this friendship?

9. After working with Professors Connor and Pearce, Cassie begins her personal transformation and is able to grasp and take pride in her natural intelligence. But all of her accomplishments still hinge on her one unbearable untruth. In your opinion, does this make any of them less genuine?

10. On the whole, it seems Cassie’s reinvention of herself is beneficial–she becomes more confident in her thinking, is able to excel in intriguing classes, and finds love. Are there any negative aspects of her new lifestyle?

11. Cassie’s mother named her after the Greek goddess Cassandra, who could see the power of the future, but was cursed because no one would believe what she proclaimed. How is the root of Cassie’s name significant to her character, and to the story?

12. What does the ivory billed woodpecker symbolize to Cassie in this book? Do you believe she ever really saw this elusive bird? Even she doubts herself at the very end of the novel, saying, “Somewhere, deep down inside me, a thought creeps into my head. I hear it as a whisper. I hear it as a warning. Maybe the birds were never really there at all.” What do you make of the author closing the story with these words?

13. In what ways do the characters, namely Cassie and Connor, connect with the classic and popular authors that Kaufman and Mack have woven into this story, like Walden, Thoreau, Whitman, Muir, and others

14. Cassie’s best friend Tiffany tells her that there is such a thing as “a version of the truth.” And Connor tells her “it’s not a lie if you believe it.” Do you agree with either these statements?

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Reading Group Guide

1. Discuss the storytelling approach used in this novel. Did you find Cassie’s first person narrative effective or limiting? Do you perceive her inner voice as accounting for reality? How would the story change if it were told in third person?

2. Comment on the setting of this book. What role does the wild and beautiful nature of Topanga Canyon–and the many free-spirited people it attracts, like Cassie’s mother–play on Cassie’s character and lifestyle?

3. Discuss Cassie’s decision to lie on her resume when applying for her job. Knowing all the extenuating circumstances that could take away from this act of dishonesty (her financial need, her learning disability, etc.), do you think it was worth the risk? At one point in the novel, Cassie tells Professor Pearce that she would tell the truth if she had to do it over again. Do you believe she would? Would you, if you were in her position?

4. Compare and contrast the three men we know to be Cassie’s love interests in this novel: Frank, Freddy, and Connor. In what ways is she a different person when she is with each?

5. What does it say about Cassie’s character that she considers her parrot Sam one of her best friends? Why is she able to connect with animals with such greater ease than other people?

6. Cassie says she enjoys being in the woods because “you can be whoever you want–chatty and clever and stupid and ugly and unloved and unkissed … and still feel like you belong.” What do you make of this sentiment? How does this statement go along with overarching themes in this novel?

7. In what ways is Alison initially a foil for Cassie’s character? Though she exudes perfection in her appearance, it seems she doesn’t have much to offer below the surface. What do you make of Cassie’s attempt to look and dress like her?

8. Describe Cassie’s relationship with Tiff. What does she get out of this friendship?

9. After working with Professors Connor and Pearce, Cassie begins her personal transformation and is able to grasp and take pride in her natural intelligence. But all of her accomplishments still hinge on her one unbearable untruth. In your opinion, does this make any of them less genuine?

10. On the whole, it seems Cassie’s reinvention of herself is beneficial–she becomes more confident in her thinking, is able to excel in intriguing classes, and finds love. Are there any negative aspects of her new lifestyle?

11. Cassie’s mother named her after the Greek goddess Cassandra, who could see the power of the future, but was cursed because no one would believe what she proclaimed. How is the root of Cassie’s name significant to her character, and to the story?

12. What does the ivory billed woodpecker symbolize to Cassie in this book? Do you believe she ever really saw this elusive bird? Even she doubts herself at the very end of the novel, saying, “Somewhere, deep down inside me, a thought creeps into my head. I hear it as a whisper. I hear it as a warning. Maybe the birds were never really there at all.” What do you make of the author closing the story with these words?

13. In what ways do the characters, namely Cassie and Connor, connect with the classic and popular authors that Kaufman and Mack have woven into this story, like Walden, Thoreau, Whitman, Muir, and others?

14. Cassie’s best friend Tiffany tells her that there is such a thing as “a version of the truth.” And Connor tells her “it’s not a lie if you believe it.” Do you agree with either these statements?

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  • Posted October 15, 2011

    A reminder that you are what you want to be

    A good read about a girl whos given up in the past, and made some bad decisions in love, just deciding she's d-o-n-e. Reinventing herself may have started with a lie, but she discovers who she was all along.

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    Posted February 23, 2008

    chic-book, but good......

    This was a classic chick book. Entertaining and an easy-read.

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    Tanya Eby is a relatively new narrator's voice for this listener - and she's a pleasure to hear. Her voice is distinct, well modulated, and pleasing. She conveys the protagonist's angst, determination, and joy with only a slight change in pitch. To some, this may seem like a minor detail but it's quite effective. For openers in this, the second novel by the gifted writing team of Kaufman and Mack, we hear Cassie say, 'I didn't intend to lie on my resume. It just happened..' Hmmmm, perhaps so but Cassie is a master of pretense. She's been faking it since childhood, initially pretending to read in school by memorizing, then telling her mother she had done her homework at school, and trying to convince friends that being called 'dumb' didn't matter. Now, she's 30-years-old and badly in need of a paying job. Her only assets seem to be some years spent at a wildlife center and Sam, a smart (sometimes foul) mouthed parrot bequeathed to her by a former tutor. Discouragement is now her middle name as all the employment agencies want to know why she didn't finish high school, and then show her the door as quickly as possible. So, she does what she's done in the past - she fakes it, her resume that is. She lists the credentials she wishes she had, describes who she would like to be. Cassie does land an office job at a topnotch university with two bosses, both professors. One, William Conner, is incredibly handsome and he sees behind Cassie's mask, sees things about her that she does not yet know herself. However, smooth sailing eventually turns into stormy seas, and Cassie stands to lose everything. A Version of the Truth is laced with humor, unpredictability, and vivid imagery. Enjoy! - Gail Cooke

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    The world is over for thirty years old Cassie Shaw as her husband dies. His no longer living is not the high school drop out¿s problem as he was an idiot. Instead he left her with a debt that she cannot pay off and probably never could pay off as she has no skills, no education, no résumé, and her only positive is dyslexia.------------ Needing work, she lies on a job application to obtain a position as a junior office assistant at a nearby university. Her boss is Professor William Conner, an expert on animal behavior, a topic that Cassie is conformable with. He encourages her to learn and she is motivated to do so as she always loved nature. However, as Cassie and William begin to act on their mutual attraction especially on site visits in Topanga Canyon, her mendacity to cover up her previous fibs grows until she knows he will soon see through her web of deceit.----------------- This sequel to LITERACY AND LONGING IN L.A. provides a nod to politicians as it is the cover-up that gets you and pays strong homage to Thoreau with the musing on nature. The story line is fun to follow as Cassie just gets in deeper with each new lie hiding the previous ones. Trying to keep track of what she said needs a database. Fans will enjoy following Cassie¿s truism as she provides loosely speaking A VERSION OF THE TRUTH embellished with fabrication obviously training for applying for a coaching job or head of a federal regulatory agency.--------- Harriet Klausner

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