Bellweather Rhapsody

Bellweather Rhapsody

by Kate Racculia

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ISBN-13: 9780544483910
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Publication date: 06/02/2015
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 312,773
Product dimensions: 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.92(d)

About the Author

KATE RACCULIA is the author of the novels This Must Be the Place and Bellweather Rhapsody, winner of the American Library Association’s Alex Award. She received her MFA from Emerson College and now works for the Bethlehem Area Public Library in Pennsylvania. You can find her at www.kateracculia.com or @kateracculia.

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The Hotel Bellweather
Clinton’s Kill, New York

 
Minnie graves is a bridesmaid.
   She hates it.
   Her bangs are crispy with Aqua Net. Her ponytail is so tight her forehead aches. Her feet throb in shoes that are a size too small, Mary Janes dyed special to match the totally rancid dress Minnie’s big sister, Jennifer, picked out just for her. There’s a thing called a crinoline and she has to remember to always cross her legs and it’s a total pain in her twelve-year-old ass. And it’s pink. “It’s not pink, it’s cranberry wine,” Jennifer said, but Minnie, whose big brother, Mike, tells her about all the horror movies he watches, thinks she looks like someone dumped a bucket of pig’s blood on her.
   Minnie’s mother told her that, when the wedding started, Minnie would forget the crinoline itched and just be happy to see her big sister get married to Theodore. But Minnie’s mother lied: Minnie spends the entire ceremony glaring laser-beam eyes at Theodore’s stupid stomach, thinking it’s really appropriate that he’s named after the fat chipmunk. The priest talks forever, and then, because she is part of the poofy-dress brigade, Minnie can’t go with the rest of her cousins for cheese and crackers and little hotdogs wrapped in bacon—she actually has to stay and take pictures with these morons, and act like she’s happy and everything is totally awesome, and pretend she doesn’t know what she knows about her big sister. What she saw in the mirror this morning. She smiles so hard her cheeks hurt as bad as her smashed toes.
   The photographer wants to take pictures of the bride and groom by themselves. Minnie is free; she doesn’t wait for her parents or her brother, she just walks away. She thinks that if she stays a second longer she is going to throw up or haul off and punch someone, because she feels hot and itchy and awful and she doesn’t know how to talk about it. She stomps across the hotel lobby, away from the ballroom where she can hear the rest of her family gobbling those bacon hotdogs and blabbering—probably about how beautiful Jennifer looked, and wasn’t Theo handsome.
   They are all so stupid. Minnie feels like crying, they’re so stupid.
   At the elevators, she pushes the triangle pointing up. It turns yellow under her thumb. She doesn’t really care where she goes, she just wants to get away, so she steps in and pushes the first button she sees. Seven. It’s cracked. When it lights up the cracks glow like little bolts of lightning and Minnie wonders how many times you have to push a plastic elevator button to crack it. She steps on the heel of one shoe, then the other, and nudges them off her feet.
   The car is small, with mirrors on all sides.
   When Minnie blinks she sees Jennifer this morning. Standing with her back to the bathroom mirror, looking over her shoulder at a low bruise the size of a cantaloupe, the right spot for a kidney punch.
   “Since when don’t you knock?” Jennifer says. “Beat it, Bug.”
   “Did I do that?” Minnie asks, because they shared a bed last night, and Minnie has been known to run hurdles in her sleep.
   Jennifer’s reflection tilts its head and her eyes are sad when she says, “No, honey.” And Minnie notices the bruise is yellowish on the edges. Bruises don’t turn that color until a few days after you fall, or run into a table, or wipe out on your skates.
   Minnie doesn’t know why but her stomach aches. This feels—important. Important, and scary, and Jennifer—who has never told her little sister a single private grown-up thing—says she can’t tell anyone about it, okay? It doesn’t matter. Theo loves her. She knows Theo loves her. He promised her he’ll never do it again, and she believes him.
   “Now beat it, Bug. For real.”
   In the elevator, Minnie blinks and blinks but she can’t see anything except bruises reflected to infinity.
   When the doors open, she bolts into the hallway and feels afraid. This is the biggest hotel she’s ever been in. Not that the Holiday Inn where they stayed when they visited Hershey Park was much competition for anything, but the Bellweather is so big, so in the middle of nowhere, it’s scary. She knows she’s in the tallest part, the tower, but there are hundreds of rooms and empty ballrooms and swimming pools (more than one!) and long dark halls with dark doors.
   Stepping into the Bellweather for the first time was like being swallowed. A nice old man with a bow tie gave her a piece of candy and leaned down to say “Welcome to the Bellweather!” while her parents checked in, but it didn’t really help. He offered to take her and Mike on a tour, to the auditorium, the library, the shops, and the indoor squash courts, whatever those were; he was super-excited about showing off but Minnie didn’t want to go. She still can’t shake the awful feeling that the lobby, with its brick-red and gold and white curlicue carpet and red and gold fabric on the walls, is the stomach of some giant animal, that the old crooked chairs facing each other in half circles are rows and rows of teeth.
   And it smells. It smells like Pledge and broccoli and Grandpa, and the first thing Mike said when they got to their room was “Come play with us, Danny!” And she really did haul off and punch him then, because he knows how scared she is of that movie. He went to see it last Halloween at the drive-in. It’s her own fault, she realizes; she asked him to tell her about it. “It’s the scariest thing you’ll ever see,” Mike said, wiggling his eyebrows. “There are these two little twin girls, about your age, and their dad chops them up with an ax and you see them, like, all bloody, with their parts strewn all over the hall. And they haunt the hotel and they’re really lonely, so when this kid Danny shows up on his Big Wheel—well, they just want to play with him. But ghosts don’t play very well with the living.”
   She didn’t know which was scarier, getting chopped up with an ax or having no one to play with for eternity but your sister.
   She shivers and looks down the hallway. It stretches on and on in either direction, the lights on the walls low and flickery. Minnie realizes she is holding her shoes, one in each hand, and thinks they’re the only weapons she has.
   Against what? A little boy on a Big Wheel? Two little girls, hacked to pieces with an ax?
   No, she tells herself. Don’t think about that. That’s just a movie. It’s not real. It didn’t happen.
   She calms down for a second, but only for a second, because now that she’s not afraid of little girl ghosts she’s remembering that her sister just married a jerk. “Theo is an asshole,” she tells the hallway.
   She smiles a real smile for the first time all day.
   “Theo is a total asshole,” she says, a little louder.
   Something thumps nearby and she starts, giggles.
   “Theo is an asshole!” she shouts.
   A door in front of her explodes and a man, his chest a bursting red balloon, flies out and crumples against the opposite wall. He lands with his face turned toward her and his eyes are bright blue and open, bloodshot with shock. There is a smell of hot metal, and Minnie, stunned, squeaks. She takes a step backward.
   Then she takes a step forward.
   Minnie Graves, who has never in her life had cause to be frightened of anything not contained on a television or movie screen, who has a surfeit of imagination and twice as much curiosity, convinces herself none of this will hurt her. She only knows that she wants to see this man up close, to discover what has ejected him so violently from room 712. Her bare feet are silent and the carpet is soft, and she crouches by the man’s body. He reminds her of her Uncle Bill: younger than her parents, older than her sister or Theodore. He is wearing a tuxedo with a sort of wide belt the color of Smurfs. His chest is a pile of red meat, bright against his white shirt. Minnie has to squint to look at it, like she’s looking straight at the sun.
   He’s not dead the way Grandma Harris was dead last April. He’s not dressed neatly or lying with his hands crossed over his chest, cheeks too pink and waxy.
   He is still warm. He’s leaking parts of himself. Minnie’s head fills with cold white static.

Table of Contents

The Program

Prelude:
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 1982
   THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 1997
      Andante Misterioso
         1. Heaven Help Me for the Way I Am. . . . . . . . . . 11
         2. Rabbit Makes an Entrance.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 26
         3. Roommates and Mothers.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 34
         4. Natalie Takes the Elevator. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 42
         5. The Face of the Bellweather.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 54
         6. Bad Rabbit.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 62
         7. Who You Are.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 76
         8. Alice Sees the Future. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 86
   FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 1997
      Scherzo Agitato
         9. Clear as Crystal.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 105
         10. Return of the Unremarkable Cupcake.. . . . . 115
         11. Alice in the Morning.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 132
         12. Declarations.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 140
         13. Dangerous Girls.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 154
         14. Big Dance Number. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 170
         15. Surprises.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 180
         16. In the Dark. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 192
   SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 1997
      Allegro Furioso
         17. Alice, the Next Morning.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 203
         18. I Want to Believe. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 212
         19. Connections.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 224
         20. Accelerando. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 234
         21. Solo Viola. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 258
         22. What Hastings Saw. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 265
         23. Found.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 270
         24. Lost.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 284
   SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 1997
      Grave e Cantabile
         25. Only One Afternoon. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 293
         26. Songs for Two Voices. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 307
         27. Hatmakers Descending. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 325
Postlude: AND AFTER

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Bellweather Rhapsody 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A wonderful book. Mystery and suspense abound. Must read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A ripping yarn twists and turns until the characters come alive. Love their "tongue in cheek names" and character development as the plot thickens, coincidence be damned.
Anonymous 3 months ago
Plot is like a 9th grader thought it up.
Anonymous 4 months ago
This story was intriguing! It was mysterious and kept my interest. I liked the intertwining plots.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The descriptions of the characters and the music were so beautiful
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I bought this on a whim and I am so glad I did. The narration had a great voice and the writing, which is both honest and wry, was infused with music. I will be watching for other books by this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Thoroughly enjoyable.
melleit More than 1 year ago
Delicious writing. Both Bellweather Rhapsody and This Must Be the Place are some of the most memorable books I've read in a long time. Quirky and fun, with well-drawn characters you'll fall in love with and an underlying depth that wrenches your heart. I can't wait for another Kate Racculia novel!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Couldn't stop reading!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A very entertaining read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderfully crafted. Quirky but entirely believable characters. Do yourself a favor and share some time with the guests of the Bellweather. It is one of those rare books I wish I hadn't read yet so I could enjoy the experience of reading it again for the first time.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kiss your hand three times repost this on three other books and look under your pillow tonight.