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Elizabeth Berg, bestselling author of The Art of Mending and The Year of Pleasures, has a rare talent for revealing her characters’ hearts and minds in a manner that makes us empathize completely. Her new novel, We Are All Welcome Here, features three women, each struggling against overwhelming odds for her own kind of freedom.

It is the summer of 1964. In Tupelo, Mississippi, the town of Elvis’s birth, tensions are mounting over civil-rights demonstrations occurring ever more ...

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Overview

Elizabeth Berg, bestselling author of The Art of Mending and The Year of Pleasures, has a rare talent for revealing her characters’ hearts and minds in a manner that makes us empathize completely. Her new novel, We Are All Welcome Here, features three women, each struggling against overwhelming odds for her own kind of freedom.

It is the summer of 1964. In Tupelo, Mississippi, the town of Elvis’s birth, tensions are mounting over civil-rights demonstrations occurring ever more frequently–and violently–across the state. But in Paige Dunn’s small, ramshackle house, there are more immediate concerns. Challenged by the effects of the polio she contracted during her last month of pregnancy, Paige is nonetheless determined to live as normal a life as possible and to raise her daughter, Diana, in the way she sees fit–with the support of her tough-talking black caregiver, Peacie.

Diana is trying in her own fashion to live a normal life. As a fourteen-year-old, she wants to make money for clothes and magazines, to slough off the authority of her mother and Peacie, to figure out the puzzle that is boys, and to escape the oppressiveness she sees everywhere in her small town. What she can never escape, however, is the way her life is markedly different from others’. Nor can she escape her ongoing responsibility to assist in caring for her mother. Paige Dunn is attractive, charming, intelligent, and lively, but her needs are great–and relentless.

As the summer unfolds, hate and adversity will visit this modest home. Despite the difficulties thrust upon them, each of the women will find her own path to independence, understanding, and peace. And Diana’s mother, so mightily compromised, will end up giving her daughter an extraordinary gift few parents could match.

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Fourteen years ago, pregnant Paige Dunn was felled by a severe case of polio; she delivered her baby from an iron lung. Left alone after her husband abandoned and divorced her, she raised her daughter, Diana, alone. Diana, now 13, has taken over the night shift of her mother's round-the-clock nursing care. Out of this virtually shut-in situation, Elizabeth Berg has knitted a tight fiction about domestic strife and loyalty; racism; and the long aftermath of disease.
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A polio victim and her 13-year-old daughter work miracles from their Tupelo, Miss., home during the summer of 1964 in Berg's latest carefully calibrated domestic drama (after The Year of Pleasures). Having contracted polio at 22 while pregnant, Paige Dunn delivers her baby from an iron lung, and ends up raising her daughter, Diana, alone after her husband divorces her. Able to move only her head, Paige requires round-the-clock nursing care that social services barely cover. Now 13, Diana has taken over the night shift to save them money, sharing her mother's care with no-nonsense African-American day worker Peacie, who is protective of Paige and unforgiving of Diana's adolescent yearning for freedom. Paige is a paragon of kindness and wisdom, even in the face of less-than-charitable charity by petty small-town residents, while Diana and Peacie consistently lock horns. But when Peacie's boyfriend, LaRue, ventures down the perilous path of helping register black voters during this Freedom Summer and trouble follows him, Diana will gain compassion thanks to her mother's selfless aid to LaRue and Peacie. As the novel (based on a true story) is set in Tupelo, the specter of Elvis Presley naturally intrudes, for an over-the-top, heartrending finale. Agent, Lisa Bankoff. (Apr.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Based in truth, this book seems more like a fairy tale than Berg's normal fare creating a poignant and moving tale of regular people and their slightly offbeat lives. Paige Dunn contracts polio while pregnant and delivers her daughter Diana while in an iron lung. Told from 13-year-old Diana's perspective in 1964 Tupelo, MS, the story is about home life with divorced and handicapped Paige and her cranky caretaker, Peacie, and it is anything but calm and peaceful. Overall, it is a moving tale of the small joys of life, complete with a peek at the Civil Rights Movement. The Elvis Presley aspect of the work is a bit over the top, though, and helps make this more of a melodrama than a testament to a strong woman and her family and friends. The author's reading adds an extra dimension to a somewhat disappointing story. Berg's fans will enjoy it nonetheless; recommended for larger collections. Denise A. Garofalo, Astor Home for Children, Rhinebeck, NY Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Adult/High School-As a student nurse, Paige Dunn once took care of Elvis Presley's mother in Tupelo, MS. She contracted polio while pregnant with her daughter and is paralyzed from the neck down. Deserted by her husband and on welfare, Paige relies on Peacie, her black daytime caregiver, and on her daughter, Diana, now 13, for help at night. The teen is devoted to her beautiful, talented mother, yet at times is resentful that her mother's needs must come before her own. When the girl wins $2500 in a contest, Paige gives most of the money to Peacie for medical care for her boyfriend, who was badly beaten for participating in a civil rights demonstration. When their social worker learns that the money that would have provided for a nighttime caregiver has been used for other expenses, she demands that the situation be remedied. Diana writes to Elvis, enclosing a song her mother had written long ago, he responds with a visit to Paige, and suddenly their life is made infinitely easier. Full of humor, devoid of self-pity, with lively characters that rise above their circumstances, this is the story of an adolescent accepting adult responsibilities, encountering the temptations of boys and booze, and experiencing the tensions between race and class in the 1960s. -Molly Connally, Chantilly Regional Library, Fairfax County, VA Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A quadriplegic mother, the 1964 Summer of Freedom and a timely visit from Elvis all come to play in Berg's latest quick-read tearjerker. During this historic summer in Mississippi, 13-year-old Diana Dunn is less concerned with black-voter registration (in fact, she's not quite sure what all the fuss is about) than putting on backyard plays with best friend Suralee, and carving out some kind of independence from a life of caring for her disabled mother. Late in her pregnancy, Diana's mother Paige contracted polio, and then miraculously gave birth to Diana in an iron lung. Her husband quickly divorced her and offered to adopt their baby, but Paige was made of stronger stuff and insisted on raising Diana herself. After three years in the iron lung, Paige returned home (Diana is raised by caretaker Peacie) paralyzed below the neck, and with a fierce determination to do right by her daughter. The two share a warm, companionable relationship, as Paige rules the roost despite her immobility (Diana obediently offers up a finger for Paige to bite whenever she misbehaves). In fact, Paige is a bit of a wonder-she has a couple of suitors, she paints, writes songs and always has time for backyard sunbathing. No-nonsense Peacie helps care for Paige and Diana, and through her and her boyfriend LaRue, the struggle for civil rights comes to the Dunn household. LaRue has recently learned how to read and has become politicized, despite the Sheriff's ominous warning not to cause trouble. Diana's teen worries (kissing for the first time, among them) are soon overshadowed by the difficulties of real life, including LaRue's imprisonment and the very real potential of social services putting her in foster care.Berg (The Year of Pleasures, 2005, etc.) has the components of a forceful drama in place, but her tale lacks emotional resonance and offers an ending that defies the rest of the novel's realism. A feathery feel-good story about triumph over adversity-probably another hit for Berg.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400061617
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/4/2006
  • Pages: 208
  • Product dimensions: 6.41 (w) x 9.56 (h) x 0.92 (d)

Meet the Author

Elizabeth Berg
Elizabeth Berg is the New York Times bestselling author of many novels, including We Are All Welcome Here, The Year of Pleasures, The Art of Mending, Say When, True to Form, Never Change, and Open House, which was an Oprah’s Book Club selection in 2000. Durable Goods and Joy School were selected as ALA Best Books of the Year, and Talk Before Sleep was short-listed for the ABBY Award in 1996. The winner of the 1997 New England Booksellers Award for her body of work, Berg is also the author of a nonfiction work, Escaping into the Open: The Art of Writing True. She lives in Chicago.

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Biography

Elizabeth Berg made her mark as a promising writer with the publication of her first novel, Durable Goods (1993), the story of Katie, a 12-year-old girl reeling from her mother's death while her abusive father drags her from town to town. The book, like Katie, was tough but tender, and the American Library Association named it a Best Book of the Year.

Since then, Berg has written subsequent novels, most of them, like Durable Goods, sincere, unpretentious, somewhat sentimental, and focused on an event that changes a woman's life. In Joy School (1997), a continuation of Katie's story, the crucible is her first taste of romance; in What We Keep (1998), it's a girl's abandonment by her mother; in Until the Real Thing Comes Along (1999), it's a woman's love for a gay man. All are grounded in the realistic minutiae of family life: irksome marriages, tempestuous parent-child relationships, love, betrayal, and resolution.

Although her books have received mixed reviews from critics, Berg remains immensely popular with readers who appreciate her fine powers of observation and honest descriptions. Her command of authentic details is on best display in her medically-themed titles. Before she became a full-time writer, Berg was a registered nurse, where she accumulated an endless store of observations related to sickness, healing, and the emotional toll that health crises take on people. In Range of Motion, Berg wrote about the experience of a comatose man; in Talk Before Sleep, about a nurse caring for a good friend who is succumbing to cancer; in Never Change, about a nurse treating an incurably ill man who also happens to have been a childhood acquaintance.

Although Berg's plots can occasionally be predictable, equally predictable is her taut, intelligent foray into the forces that shape ordinary people's lives -- especially women's lives -- and her exploration of the infinite resilience of the human spirit.

Good To Know

Berg had an experience she used for the straight-gay relationship in Until the Real Thing Comes Along: Her college love later came out to her after the two had broken up. The character of Ethan is modeled on that college boyfriend.

Berg hasn't managed to get her way when it comes to titling her books, usually getting overruled by her agent and editor. She wanted to call Durable Goods The King of Wands, after a tarot card; Range of Motion would have been Telling Songs; and Open House would have been The Hotel Meatloaf. Perhaps Berg should be thankful for her handlers?

Durable Goods was never meant to have a sequel, Berg says in a publisher's interview, but she ended up writing Joy School (and later True to Form) because she missed the original characters. Berg explains: "There was just a time when I was lying in the bathtub, and I thought about Katie, and I got out of the bathtub and started writing about her to see what she was up to."

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    1. Hometown:
      Chicago, Illinois
    1. Date of Birth:
      December 2, 1948
    2. Place of Birth:
      St. Paul, Minnesota
    1. Education:
      Attended the University of Minnesota; St. Mary’s College, A.A.S.

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We Are All Welcome Here


By Elizabeth Berg

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Elizabeth Berg
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Chapter One

Chapter 1

The sun was barely up when I crept downstairs. I had awakened early again, full of a pulsating need to get out and get things done, though if the truth be told, I was not fully certain what those things were. I had recently turned thirteen and was being yanked about by hormones that had me weeping one moment and yelling the next; rapturously practice-kissing the inside of my elbow one moment, then crossing the street to avoid boys the next. I alternated between periods of extreme confidence and bouts of quivering insecurity. Life was curiously exhausting but also exhilarating.

I longed for things I'd never wanted before: clothes that conferred upon the wearer inalienable status, makeup that apparently transformed not only the face but the soul. But mostly I wanted a kind of inner strength that would offer protection against the small-town injustices I had long endured, something that would let me take pride in myself as myself. I focused on making money, because I believed that despite what people said, money could buy happiness. I knew beyond knowing that this was the summer I would get that money. All I had to figure out was how.

I crept into the dining room and made sure my mother was sleeping soundly, then slipped out onto the front porch. I wanted to be alone to unravel my restlessness, to soothe myself by making plans for the day being born before me. I stretched, then stood with my hands on my hips to survey the street on this already hot July day. It was dead as usual, no activity seen inside or out of the tiny houses with their sagging porches, their dented mailboxes, their yards mostly gone to dust. I walked down the steps and started for a patch of dandelions growing against the side of the house. I would use them to brighten my desk, where today I would be writing a letter to Sandra Dee. I wrote often to movie stars, letting them know that I, too, was an actress and also a playwright, just in case they might be looking for someone.

I did not get back inside quickly enough, for I heard a car door slam and looked over to see Peacie, her skinny self walking slowly toward our house, swinging her big black purse. She was wearing a red-and-white polka-dot housedress, the great big polka dots that looked like poker chips, and blindingly white ankle socks with her black men's shoes, and inside her purse was the flowered apron she'd put on as soon as she stepped inside. When she left, she'd carry that apron home in a brown paper bag to wash in her own automatic washing machine--she did not like our wringer model.

I ran under the porch, praying she hadn't seen me, wishing I'd known her boyfriend, LaRue, was going to drop her off. If I'd known that, I'd have stayed in the house so that I could have run out and visited with him. LaRue often brought me presents: Moon Pies or Goo-Goo Clusters, Popsicle sticks for the little houses I liked to build, puppets he'd made from socks, and on one memorable occasion, a silver dollar he'd won shooting craps. He could balance a goober on the end of his nose and then flip it into his mouth. He was a highly imaginative dresser; he once wore a tie made from the Sunday comics, for example. He favored electric colors and had white bucks on which he'd drawn intricate designs in black ink. He cooked bacon with brown sugar, chili powder, and pecans--praline bacon, he called it--and it was delicious. He told jokes that I could understand. He drank coffee out of a saucer and made it look elegant.

LaRue tooted his horn to Peacie and drove off. I thought quickly about what my options were and decided to stay hidden and then sneak back in, acting like I'd been inside the house all along--I wasn't ever supposed to leave my mother alone. The unlatched screen door was a problem. That door was always supposed to be kept locked. Otherwise it would stay stubbornly cracked open and flies would be everywhere, big fat metallic blue ones with loud buzzes that made you feel sick when you got them with the swatter--their heavy fall from the window onto the sill, the way they would lie there on their backs, their legs in the air, only half dead. But I'd just say I'd forgotten to latch it--it certainly wouldn't be the first time.

I had only yesterday discovered access to this space under the porch, small and damp and fecund-smelling--cool, too; and in a climate like ours that was not to be undervalued. Mostly I liked how utterly private it was. In addition to my other burgeoning desires, I was beginning to crave privacy. Sometimes I sat at the edge of the bed in my room doing nothing but feeling the absence of interference.

I sucked at the back of my wrist for the salt and watched as Peacie started up the steps, thinking I might reach out, grab her ankle, and give it a yank, thinking of the spectacular fall I might cause, the black purse flying. I often wanted to hurt Peacie, because in my mind she wielded far too much power.

Peacie was still allowed to spank me, using a wooden mixing spoon. She was also allowed to determine which of my misdeeds deserved such punishment, and I believed this was wrong--only a parent should be allowed to do that. But my mother had decided long ago that some battles were worth fighting and some just weren't--if Peacie said I needed a spanking, well, then, I needed a spanking. My mother made up for it later--a treat close to dinnertime, an extra half hour of television, a story from her girlhood, which I always loved--and in the meantime she kept a reliable caregiver. Others came and went; Peacie stayed. And stayed.

Once, when I was six years old and Peacie was sitting at the kitchen table taking her break, her shoes off and her feet up on another chair, I'd crossed my arms and leaned on the table to look closely into her eyes. I'd meant to pull her into a kinder regard for me, to effect an avalanche of regret on her part for her meanness, followed by a fervent resolution to do better by me. She had dragged me to revival meetings; I knew about sudden miracles. But there'd been no getting through to Peacie. She did not tremble and roll her eyes back in her head and then chuckle and pull me to her. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and said, "What you looking at?"

"Nothing," I said. "You."

"Get gone." She picked a piece of tobacco off her tongue and flicked it into the ashtray. The ashtray was one of the few things belonging to my father that we still had; it featured black and red playing cards rimmed with gold. "Go find something entertain yourself."

"But what?" I spoke quietly, my head hanging low. I felt sorry for myself, tragic. I longed for a red cape to fling around myself at this moment. I would cover half my face, and only my soulful eyes would peek out. I had my mother's eyes, a blue so dark they were almost navy, fringed by thick black lashes. "What is there to do?"

"Crank up your voice box; I cain't hear a word you saying."

I straightened. "What should I do?"

"You need me to tell you? You ain't got your own brain? Go on outside and make some friends. I ain't never seen such a solitary child. I guess you just too good for everybody."

I stared at my feet, bare and brown, full of calluses of which I was inordinately proud and that were thick enough to let me walk down hot sidewalks without wincing. We had no sidewalks in our neighborhood, but downtown was only a mile away and they had sidewalks. They had everything. A lunch counter at the drugstore that sold cherry Cokes served in glasses with silver metal holders and set out on white paper doilies. They had a department store, a movie house, and especially they had a five-and-dime, which sold things I desired to distraction: Parakeets. Board games. Headbands and barrettes and rhinestone engagement rings and Friendship Garden perfume. Models of palomino horses wearing little bridles and saddles. There were gold heart necklaces featuring your birthstone on which you could have your name engraved. White leather diaries that locked with a real key. Cork-backed drink coasters of which I was unaccountably fond featuring a black-and-gold abstract pattern of what looked like boomerangs.

Peacie dug in her purse for a new pack of Chesterfields, and she did not, as ever, offer me one of the butterscotch candies that were in plain sight there. The actual butterscotch wasn't as yellow as the wrapper, but still.

"I don't think I'm too good for anyone," I said. "But nobody will play with me."

Peacie pulled out a cigarette with her long fingers, lit it with a kitchen match, and blew the smoke out over my head. "Humph. And why do you suppose that is?"

"Because my mother is a third base."

Peacie held still as a photo for one second. Then she took her feet off the chair and slowly leaned over so that her face was next to mine. I could smell the vanilla extract she dabbed behind her ears every morning; I could see the red etching of veins in her eyes. I thought she was going to tell me a secret or quietly laugh--the moment seemed full of a kind of mirthful restraint--and I grinned companionably. "She is," I said, in an effort to prolong and enlarge the moment.

But I had misread Peacie completely, for she reached out to grab me, squeezing my arms tightly. "Don't you never say that again. Don't you never think it, neither!" Her voice was low and terrible. "If I wasn't resting my aching feet, if I wasn't on my well-deserved break, I would get right out this chair and introduce your mouth to a fresh bar of soap." She let me go and put her feet back up on the chair. The ash was long on her cigarette; the smoke undulated upward, uncaring. Peacie would not break from staring at me; in a way, that was worse than the way she'd squeezed me.

I began to cry; I had called my mother a third base rather in the same way I would have called her a brunette. I didn't know exactly what it meant. I knew only that the kids in my neighborhood had once called her that and that it seemed to be funny--it certainly made them laugh. Those kids were all older than I; I was the youngest by three years, so it was doubtful they'd have been interested in playing with me anyway. But they had had a good time calling my mother a third base that day; they had giggled and jostled one another and continued laughing as they walked away.

"You hurt me!" I told Peacie. "I'm telling my mother!"

"If you wake her up," Peacie said, "I'll wear you out like you ain't never been wore out before."

"I wish only Mrs. Gruder would come here because I hate you!" My voice cracked, betraying my intention to sound fierce. I walked away, headed for the comfort of the out-of-doors: the high, white clouds, the singing insects, the wildflowers that grew at the base of the telephone poles. Behind me, I heard Peacie say, "I like Mrs. Gruder, too! Um-hum, sure do. Mrs. Gruder, I like."

Eleanor Gruder was our current nighttime caretaker, who stayed until ten every evening. She wasn't mean, like Peacie could be, but she wasn't very interesting, either. After she'd put my mother to bed and was waiting for her husband to come and get her, she'd sit on the sofa with her hands folded in her lap, staring out at nothing, a little smile on her face. At those times, she reminded me of Baby McPherson, the retarded girl who used to live in our neighborhood and spent her days sitting out on the top step of her front porch, smiling in the same vacant way, her underpants showing. I would sit in my pajamas waiting with Mrs. Gruder, sometimes reading, sometimes dozing, and then, after her husband pulled up outside the house and honked for her, she would remind me to turn out the porch light and lock the door. Always, I turned out the light--electricity was expensive. But I never locked the front door. If I needed to get out, it would have to be quickly.

Mrs. Gruder was probably in her sixties and to my mind ancient. She was a big, fat, strong woman who liked to comb my hair, which fell to my waist. She did not jerk and pull and mutter like Peacie; rather she was almost worshipful, and so gentle I fell into a kind of starey-eyed hypnosis. She was married to a German man named Otto who gave accordion lessons and would never meet your eye. I had once heard my mother wondering aloud to Peacie about where he came from and what in the world he was doing here.

Mrs. Gruder was kind, but she made me feel suffocated. She offered me chocolate hearts wrapped in gold foil that came all the way from Munich, but it was the dark, bitter chocolate that I did not like. She read books to me, but her voice was flat and lifeless and she did not make up anything extra, or ask questions about what I thought was going to happen, or dramatize using different voices. These were things my mother always did. Even Peacie would stand still against the doorjamb, dust rag in hand, to hear my mother read.

My mother had perfected speaking in coordination with the rising and falling action of her respirator. She could talk only on exhalation, but most people couldn't tell the difference between it and normal speech. Also, she was able to come out of her "shell," the chest-to-waist casing to which the ventilator hose was attached, for an hour or two at a time. At those times, she practiced what was called frog breathing, using a downward motion on her tongue to force bits of air into her lungs. Seeing my mother out of the shell always gave me a kind of jazzy thrill; she almost looked normal.

Now I crouched silently and watched Peacie's slim ankles as she mounted the sagging steps, one, two, three. I reached out my hand but stopped short of grabbing her. Just before she opened the screen door, she said, "I seen you. Devil."


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Reading Group Guide

1. Elizabeth Berg includes an Author’s Note at the beginning of the book, informing us that this work of fiction is a bit different from her other novels. What did you think of this choice before reading Berg’s story? Did your opinion change after you read the book? How?

2. At the end of the Prologue, speaking about her mother and herself, Diana reflects: “[Elvis] had a kind of great luck and then terrible tragedy. For us, it was the opposite.” What do you think she means by this? After finishing the novel, do you agree with her?

3. Despite skepticism from the medical community, Paige Dunn gives birth to her daughter, Diana, in an iron lung, and they both survive. Even more amazingly, Paige is determined to raise Diana despite her condition. What do you think about Paige’s decision to keep her baby? Do you support her?

4. How does Paige compensate for her disabilities and serve as a strong parental figure for her daughter? Do you think Diana is forced to grow up a bit faster than other kids her age because of her mother’s condition? Why or why not?

5. Berg sets her novel in Tupelo, Mississippi, during the volatile Freedom Summer of 1964. How does she weave the events of the civil rights movement into her novel? Is the civil rights movement simply background for the story or a part of the story itself?

6. How does Peacie function in the novel? Describe her relationship with Diana. Is it motherly? Sisterly? Something different? How does Peacie interact with Paige? How is their relationship different from Peacie’s relationship with Diana?

7. Discuss Peacie and LaRue. What is their relationship like? How is their life away from the Dunns different? How does their relationship with Diana enhance her understanding of the political and cultural climate of the time?

8. Describe Diana’s friendship with Suralee. How do the girls interact? Why do you think Diana likes to play with Suralee? Can Suralee ever be a good friend?

9. What do you make of Dell’s courtship of Paige? Were you surprised by his treatment of her? Disappointed? How do you think Diana feels about their relationship, both while it is happening and once it is over?

10. Berg’s novel is full of strong female characters. Compare and contrast the women in the novel, from Paige to Peacie to Mrs. Gruder to Mrs. Halloway and others. How are they similar and dissimilar? What about Diana and Suralee? How do they assert themselves as strong figures in the novel, even though they are still very young?

11. Consider how Diana changes and grows throughout the course of the novel. How does she react when her mother gets sick? When her father rejects her? When Peacie and LaRue leave town? Discuss her progression as a character.

12. Berg chooses interesting and appropriate names for a few of her characters, such as Peacie. Do these monikers enrich the characters, in your opinion? Do any other names stand out for you? Why?

13. In the beginning of the novel, Diana reflects, “I believed that despite what people said, money could buy happiness.” Does this prove true in the novel? Do you think she changes her mind after winning the sweepstakes? Why or why not?

14. Elvis Presley makes a grand entrance at the end of the novel. What did you make of his appearance? What did you think of Paige’s reaction to it? Were you happy to see him? Were you disappointed that he doesn’t return?

15. At the end of the novel, Diana tells us that she says a prayer every night, and that she always thanks her mother. Diana adds, “I tell her I’m fine. I say I’m happy. I say she was right.” What do you think she means? What was Paige right about?

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  • Posted January 30, 2012

    Great for Book Club Discussion

    "We are all Welcome Here"¿ created many mixed emotions for me. One minute I was thoroughly enjoying it, the next found it a bit gloomy. One thing is for sure, this novel would be great for a book club discussion. There are many topics to discuss based on the lives of the four main characters and there are several things I learned about being and caring for a person that is also handicapped. The ending was a bit "cheesy", however, I do believe that even if in some small way, this book will impact me. 3 1/2 Stars

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2007

    Boring

    Boring and a waste of time. The ending was totally ridiculous.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2012

    Markaiz

    He whimpered and ntinued licking bhis wings, although they werent thawing out. ~Markaiz

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2012

    Darkstar

    "Hmmm...I don't know of anything to help that...but maybe you can try Frostheart...she's in the med den I think. (Third result)"

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 25, 2011

    Loved this story!

    Great characters, great story! This story put a big smile on my face! I hated that it had to end! This is the second book I have read by this author and both were excellent. This story is about friendship, family, honor and doing the right thing. You won't be disappointed!

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  • Posted March 28, 2011

    pricey

    I have bought several of her books and they were all very good. I just think if a book is going to cost well over $10, then i should get more. Most of her books were less than 200 pages.

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  • Posted April 29, 2010

    Historical fiction based on a true story

    The author reads her story with the most amazing voices. I loved listening to the different characters. The story unravels in a way that draws you in and keeps you thinking about the characters while away from the CD player. I bought this audio CD because it was only $2 on clearance and I needed something for the 3-hour drive back home. What a treat this story was to my day.

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  • Posted November 24, 2009

    One of Berg's Best

    I enjoy reading Elizabeth Berg when I am in the mood for something light, yet heartfelt. This is one of her best novels. It has more substance to it & a heavier subject matter than most of her novels, yet it retains Berg's best writing qualities - identifying with characters, illustrating emotions and capturing the nuances of relationships. I listened to this on audio, which Berg read & each character had their own identifying voice, and I recommend it to anyone.

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  • Posted October 17, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    We Are all Welcome Here

    I loved this book. Although fictionalized, the author got the idea from a fan who contacted her and asked that she write a book about her mother who contracted polio as a young woman and actually gave birth while in an iron lung. Her husband left her, and she raises her daughter by herself. In the book, she has the help of her African American friend and housekeeper. It's awe-inspiring, and very well written. I higly recommend it.

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  • Posted July 8, 2009

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    Quick Read For A Good Cry!

    I'm usually pretty tough, but this book had me sobbing! Read it in a day. I just couldn't put it down.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 16, 2008

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    A Delightful Story - A New Favorite

    This was my first Elizabeth Berg novel - I'm now a huge fan and eager to read her other books. The story is fresh and original and a delight to read. This is one of those books that causes me to miss the characters at the end of the book because I've become so caught up in their story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2008

    touched my heart

    This was the first book by elizabeth Berg that I've ever read and I liked it so much that I went out and bought 3 more of her books immediately! I could'nt put the book down.It was thought provoking and heartwarming at the same time. I learned some things that surprised me about polio and about elvis presley.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2008

    Page Turner

    Cute story. An easy & entertaining read. I was impressed that it is a novel based on a real person and her real life experiences.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2007

    Beautiful Story

    This book touched my heart!! Many real truths here.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2007

    The rating says it all

    Okay story that was realy slow to develop. Interesting characters and relationships between those characters. The story of a young girl and her disabled mother was interesting, but the sub plot involving the Mother's black caretaker at a pivotal time in the civil rights movement had intriguing potetial that was never developed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2006

    Boring waste of time

    I've read other titles by Elizabeth Berg which I've enjoyed. I think the author was working too hard to satisfy the desire of a person who wanted her heroic mother's story told. The plot was weak, the ending rushed and unrealistic and, because it was so boring, it took me much longer to read than the average 187 page book would have. I kept putting it down to do something else much less tiresome.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2006

    One of her best !!

    I have never read a book by Elizabeth Berg before but something about this title drew me in and I am glad I picked it up. I loved it. I started it on a Monday and finished it today. I fell in love with all of the characters especially Diana and her mom because they were people I could relate to and someday love to meet. One of Berg's best, IMHO !!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2006

    Loved it!

    Elizabeth Berg never lets me down!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2006

    a must read

    I am half way thru and love this book. You can just see and feel the characters. Will read others by Berg.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2006

    Amazing Writer = Amazing Book

    I adore Elizabeth Berg!! This book was so wonderful, I couldn't put it down. She has a way of really bringing the characters to life, and making it impossible to put down. You want to gooble it up in one sitting!

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