The Best of Times

The Best of Times

by Penny Vincenzi


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The Best of Times by Penny Vincenzi

Everything can change in the blink of an eye. . .
On an ordinary London afternoon, a truck swerves across five lanes of traffic and creates a tangle of chaos and confusion. As loved ones wait to hear news and the hospital prepares to receive the injured, a dozen lives hang in the balance. A doctor is torn between helping the injured and hiding his young mistress; a bridegroom hopes to get to the church on time; a widow waiting to reunite with a lost love ponders whether she’ll ever see him again; and the mysterious hitchhiker, the only person who knows what really happened, is nowhere to be found.
Filled with suspense, romance, and more twists than a country highway, The Best of Times proves once again why Penny Vincenzi is the queen of happy endings.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780767930857
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 06/22/2010
Pages: 608
Sales rank: 557,707
Product dimensions: 5.21(w) x 7.96(h) x 1.35(d)

About the Author

Penny Vincenzi is the author of several major bestsellers, including Sheer Abandon. Before becoming a novelist, she worked as a journalist for Vogue, Tattler, and Cosmopolitan. She lives in London.

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Laura Gilliatt often said--while reaching for the nearest bit of wood--that her life was simply too good to be true. And indeed, the casual observer--and quite a beady-eyed one--would have been hard-pressed not to agree with her. She was married to a husband she adored, Jonathan Gilliatt, the distinguished gynaecologist and obstetrician, and had three extremely attractive and charming children, with a career of her own as an interior designer, just demanding enough to save her from any possible boredom, but not so much that she could not set it aside when required, by any domestic crisis, large or small, such as the necessity to attend an important dinner with her husband or the nativity play of one of her children.
The family owned two beautiful houses, one on the Thames at Chiswick, a second in the Dordogne; they also had a time-share in a ski chalet in Meribel. Jonathan earned a great deal of money from his private practice at St. Anne's, an extremely expensive hospital just off Harley Street, but he was also a highly respected NHS consultant, heading up the obstetric unit at St. Andrews, Bayswater. He was passionately opposed to the modern trend for elective caesareans, both in his private practice and the NHS; in his opinion they were a direct result of the compensation culture. Babies were meant to be pushed gently into the world by their mothers, he said, not yanked abruptly out. He was, inevitably, on the receiving end of a great deal of criticism for this in the more vocally feminist branches of the media.
The beady-eyed observer would also have noted that he was deeply in love with his wife, while enjoying the adoration of his patients; and that his son, Charlie, and his daughters, Daisy and Lily--his two little flowers, as he called them--all thought he was absolutely wonderful.
In his wife he had an absolute treasure, as he often told not only her but the world in general; for as well as being beautiful, Laura was sunny natured and sweet tempered, and indeed, this same observer, studying her quite intently as she went through her days, would have been hard-pressed to catch her in any worse humour than mild irritation or even in raising her voice. If this did happen, it was usually prompted by some bad behaviour on the part of her children, such as Charlie, who was eleven, sneaking into the loo with his Nintendo when he had had his hour's ration for the day, or Lily and Daisy, who were nine and seven, persuading the au pair that their mother had agreed that they could watch High School Musical for the umpteenth time until well after they were supposed to be in bed.
The Gilliatts had been married for thirteen years. "Lucky, lucky years," Jonathan said, presenting Laura with a Tiffany eternity ring on the morning of their anniversary. "I know it's not a special anniversary, darling, but you deserve it, and it comes with all my love."
Laura was so overcome with emotion that she burst into tears and then smiled through them as she looked at the lovely thing on her finger; and after that, having consulted the clock on their bedroom fireplace, she decided she should express her gratitude to Jonathan, not only for the ring but for the thirteen happy years, in a rather practical way, with the result that she got seriously behind in her school run schedule and all three children were clearly going to be late for school.
Laura had been nineteen and still a virgin when she had met Jonathan: "Probably the last in London," she said. This was not due to any particular moral rectitude, but because until him, she had honestly never fancied anyone enough to want to go to bed with him. She fancied Jonathan quite enough and found the whole experience "absolutely lovely," she told him. They were married a year later.
"I do hope I'm going to cope with being Mrs. Gilliatt, quite an important career," she said just a little anxiously a few days before the wedding; and, "Of course you will," he told her. "You fit the job description perfectly. And you'll grow into it beautifully."
As indeed she had, taking her duties very seriously; she loved cooking and entertaining, and had discovered a certain flair for interior design. When they had been married a year, and their own lovely house was finished to both their satisfaction, she asked Jonathan if he would mind if she took a course and perhaps dabbled in it professionally.
"Of course not, darling, lovely idea. As long as I don't come second to any difficult clients."
Laura promised him he wouldn't; and he never had. And neither, as the babies arrived, in neat two-year intervals, did they; for many years, until Daisy was at school, she simply devoted herself to them, and was perfectly happy. She did have to work quite hard at reassuring Jonathan that he still came absolutely first in her life, and was slightly surprised at his impatience and near-jealousy created by the demands of the children. Clearly her mother had been right, she reflected--all men were children at heart. For the first few years, therefore, she employed a full-time nanny; for the demands of Jonathan's professional life on her time were considerable, and he liked her to be totally available to him.
But when Daisy went to school, she began quite tentatively to work. She had a particular flair for colour, for using the unexpected, and she was beginning to earn a small reputation. But it all remained little more than a pleasingly rewarding hobby, very much what she did in her spare time: which was not actually in very large supply.
But that was how Jonathan liked it; and therefore she liked it too.
* * *
Spring that year had been especially lovely; it arrived early and stayed late, perfect green-and-gold days, so that as early as April, Laura was setting the outside table for lunch every Saturday and Sunday, and as May wore on, she and Jonathan would eat dinner outside as well, and watch the soft dusk settle over the garden, listening to the sounds of the river in the background, the hooting of tugs, the partying pleasure boats, the raw cries of the gulls.
"How lucky we are," she said maybe a hundred times, smiling at Jonathan across the table, and he would raise his glass to her and reach for her hand and tell her he loved her.
* * *
But now it was midsummer and the rain had arrived: day after relentless day it fell from dark grey skies. Barbecues and summer parties were being cancelled, floaty summer dresses put away, the shops holding what they called end-of-season sales, and a stampede began for flights to Majorca and Ibiza for long weekends in the sun.
For the Gilliatts there was no such stampede; Laura was packing, as she did every year, for their annual pilgrimage to the lovely golden-stone farmhouse in the Dordogne, where the sun would shine down unstintingly on them, heating the water in the pool, ripening the grapes on the veranda vine, and warming the stones on the terrace so that the lizards might siesta in the afternoons along with their landlords.
"And thank goodness for it," she said. "Poor Serena is so dreading the holidays, keeping the boys amused all those weeks, well, months really_._._."
Jonathan said just slightly shortly that he had thought the Edwardses were off to some ten-star hotel in Nice, not to mention the week they would spend with the Gilliatts on the way down; Laura said, well, that was true, but it still added up to just over three weeks, and that left six or even seven in London.
Jonathan said that most of his NHS patients would not regard that as too much of a hardship, given the three and a half weeks of luxury sunshine; he was less fond of Mark and Serena Edwards than Laura was. Mark was a public relations consultant for a big city firm, oversmooth and charming, but Serena was Laura's best friend and, in Jonathan's view, made Laura the repository of just too many confidences and secrets.
Jonathan was not able, of course, to spend nine weeks in the Dordogne; he took as much of his annual leave as he could and, for the rest of the time, flew out each Friday afternoon to Toulouse and back each Monday.
And so, as she read reports of what appeared to be almost continuous rain in England, and indeed listened to friends in England complaining about it and telling her how lucky she was not to be there, Laura savoured the long golden days even more than usual, and even more than usual counted her own multiple blessings.
* * *
Linda DiMarcello was aware that she also was fairly fortunate, which meant that, given her line of work, she was doing very well indeed. Linda ran a theatrical agency, and as she often said, her role was a complex one. She was, in almost equal parts, nanny, therapist, and hustler; it was both exhausting and stressful, and she threatened repeatedly to give it up and do something quite different. "Something really undemanding, like brain surgery," she would say with a smile. But she knew she never would; she loved it all too much.
The agency's name was actually DiMarcello and Carr; Francis Carr was her nonsleeping partner, as he put it, a gay banker who adored her, had faith in her, and had put up the money for the agency, in return for "absolutely no involvement and forty per cent of the profits."
So far it had worked very well.
She was thirty-six, an acknowledged beauty, with dark red hair, dark brown eyes, and a deep, Marlene Dietrich-style voice, and she had been to drama school herself before deciding she really couldn't hack the long, long slog into nonstardom and that she rather liked the idea of agenting. She had had the agency for five years; before that she had worked for several of the established organisations before setting out on her own. And she had proved to have a talent for it; she could look at an apparently plain, shy girl and see her shining on the screen; at a charmless, ungracious lout and know he could play Noel Coward.
She didn't have many big stars on her books--yet. She had Thea Campbell, who had just won a BAFTA for her Jo in the new BBC version of Little Women, and Dougal Marriott, who had just been cast as the grown-up Billy in the sequel to Billy Elliot, and three or four more who were almost as successful, but she had a big battery of middle-rankers, mostly picked out by her from the drama schools, almost all of whom were carving out good careers for themselves. But her younger clients particularly found it hard to face reality; they were inevitably disappointed with the slow progress, and while most of them did part-time jobs in bars and restaurants or worked as runners for the TV companies, a handful were emotionally needy, impatient, and at worst disparaging of the work Linda could get them.
"You know," she said irritably to Francis Carr, "I long to tell these kids that thousands and thousands of young people can do what they can do and do it superbly well; they need an awful lot of luck and star quality to stand out. And most of them don't have those things. They're an ungrateful bunch on the whole, you know; nothing's ever good enough for them."
Francis said that the same could be said of his clients, who never felt their money was invested quite well enough or that he gave any of them quite enough of his attention. "It's human nature, Linda, fact of working life."
"I suppose so. I'm obviously making a big fuss about nothing. And when somebody does take off and I know I've been a key part of that, it's a great feeling."
"Well, exactly. Has anyone taken off recently?"
"Not exactly. It's all been a bit run-of-the-mill this summer. If you can call it summer indeed_._._._Probably that's what's getting to me."
"I don't think so," he said with a grin. "You're always complaining about it."
"Am I? God, how depressing for you. Sorry, Francis. I'll try to be a bit more positive in future."
* * *
Linda lived in a mansion apartment just off Baker Street: large and luxurious, expensively furnished--in a mix of antique and contemporary--and absolutely immaculate. Her office--a sleek, modern suite near Charlotte Street--was equally so. Linda was a perfectionist in every aspect of her life. She was, by any standards, a hugely successful woman. And yet she quite often felt she was actually a failure.
She was lonely, and however much she told herself that she was lucky, that she had a far better life now, happily single rather than unhappily married, she didn't really believe it. No amount of looking at the rows of designer clothes she was able to buy, at her collections of art deco figures and lamps, at her growing gallery of modern paintings properly made up for it. She would have given all of it--well, most of it, anyway--not to be alone, not to be lonely.
She did have a social life--by most people's standards a glamorous one. But it wasn't quite the sort she wanted. Of course, Sex and the City had made singledom fashionable, which helped. Nobody had to sit at home staring at the cat anymore; you could lift the phone, call girlfriends or man friends, propose any kind of outing. You could do what you liked, when you liked it. During the week it was fine: she often worked late, and there were theatres and film screenings to go to; and she made sure her weekends were fully booked weeks or even months ahead. She did a lot of quick trips--flips, as she called them--to Paris, Milan, Rome, usually with one of her single girlfriends to visit galleries and shop; she was a Friend of Covent Garden, of Sadler's Wells and the RSC. It would certainly take a fairly remarkable man to deliver so indulgent a lifestyle.
But_._._._it wasn't actually what she wanted; it was cool and demanding, and somehow self-conscious, when she yearned for warmth and ease. She wondered if perhaps she should have given Mr. DiMarcello another chance instead of throwing him out of the house at the first discovery of his first affair.
But she knew, deep down, that she shouldn't; it would have been only the first one; he was about as monogamous as a tomcat. But the divorce had hurt horribly, and had been followed by a second bad relationship, with another charmer who had been seeing another girl almost before he had moved into Linda's apartment. She had an eye for a rotter, Linda often thought gloomily.

From the Hardcover edition.

Reading Group Guide

The questions, discussion topics, and reading list that follow are intended to enhance your reading group's discussion of Best of Times, Penny Vincenzi's suspenseful new novel.

1. The role of chance in our lives is a major theme in this novel. Given the outcomes of the accident for the main characters, how do you interpret the difference between chance and fate in the book? Do you believe in fate?

2. There are many depictions of women in the novel, both young and old. Did you find the female characters true to life? Who did you relate to most?

3. The accident is the pivotal moment in the plot when the characters’ lives collide and are changed forever for better or worse. In that moment, which character did you find yourself sympathizing with most and why? Do you have any real anecdotes about traumatic life-altering moments that you’d like to share?

4. In the beginning, many of the characters such as Jonathan, Toby, and Abi are portrayed as morally ambiguous. Which characters did you find most difficult to categorize and why? Did anyone surprise you by how they changed in the aftermath of the crash?

5. In many ways, the accident is just as traumatic for those characters who were not on the M4. Did you sympathize with any of them more than with the crash victims?

6. Penny Vincenzi is known for creating large casts of characters and alternating quickly between them. Did you like the continuously shifting narration? Did you find that this style successfully contributed to the tension and suspense in the novel?

7. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, and terrible mistakes play a large role in this novel. When Daisy gets hit by a car, did you agree with how Jonathan responds to his son Charlie’s guilty confession? Do you think it is fair to blame a person for something he/she could never have predicted? Do you think the treatment of the issue of blame is handled well in the novel?

8. Were you surprised that Georgia fled the scene of the accident? Did this storyline successfully add an element of mystery to the plot for you?

9. It’s often said that love is a fickle thing. In the case of Barney and Amanda, for instance, how much did chance have to do with their ultimate break-up? Do you think they would have stayed together, if Barney hadn’t met Emma at the hospital?

10. An allusion to the famous first line of Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities, the title of this novel could be interpreted as ironic. Do you think some of the characters’ lives were ultimately changed for the better? Was this realistic to you? Do you believe that something good always comes out of something bad?

11. The final part of the novel is entitled “Moving On”. Were you convinced that each character successfully moved on? Were you unsure how any of the relationships would fare in the future? If so, which one?

12. The Best of Times is Penny Vincenzi’s sixth novel published in the United States. Have you read any of Penny’s previous books? If so, how does this one compare?

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The Best of Times 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 48 reviews.
jhick More than 1 year ago
Ms Vincenzi has become my "new favorite author," and the more of her books you can make available to American readers, the happier I'll be. Have just finished "Sheer Abandon," "An Absolute Scandal," and "The Dilemma." And have read several others. Makes me think of Barbara Taylor Bradford at her best. Thank you for inviting me to comment. Joanne
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Best of Times was not the BEST book, but a quick and interesting read - I could not put it down as I needed to know what happened to the characters (who were extremely well developed - I felt as though I knew them personally!). Definitely worth reading.
Morris19 More than 1 year ago
I love Penny's books...great family sagas. This time a cast of unknown characters, are all involved in an emergency event, and how it changes all their intertwined lives. I always rush out and buy her latest on the day it is available. I have passed it around to reading friends, and all love it!
BearlyNA More than 1 year ago
After learning who everyone was and what character they belonged to it became more interesting. The language was sometimes a little too raw.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read several of her other books, but this is without a doubt, the absolute best book I have read in a very,very long time. (I read a lot) The way the characters and their individual stories all connect together is absolute genius. I read this book in two days. I only wish there could be a sequel. I loved it that much.
DebsSweet More than 1 year ago
Couldn't wait to see what happens next
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Vincenzi is capitalizing on her time tested formula of throwing together unrelated characters into a common situation. This time it falls short. She needs to take a break and come back with something original and of the same quality as her earlier work.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good story and characters. Dragged a little toward the end - maybe too much story?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
While I enjoy everything Penny Vincenzi writes, the trilogy books are still by far the best. I keep hoping the next book she writes will be as good as those three were. This book has a very different plot and Vincenzi always does such a good job of making her characters come alive. As many pages as her books have, I always hate to see them end.
busyness More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the style of writing, though, as an American, I had to get used to the terminology used in a U.K. setting. There was at least one character that I just wanted to smack, but I kept telling myself that I didn't need to like all of them. I think the book could have been written in half the pages. It was interesting to see the character's lives unfold, but it went on, and on, and on..... The longer I read, the lower the rating-it dropped at least one point because it could have been wrapped up much sooner.
DeborahMO More than 1 year ago
Very good story. I have read many of Penny Vincenzi's books and loved them all. My particular favorites are the Spoils of Time trilogy, the first books of Penny that I read and they are eccellent.
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I loved this book. The story was enthralling and the characters were varied and well developed. J. Brewer
DinkyMH More than 1 year ago
A wonderful read, I couldn't put it down. I've read all of Penny Vincenzi's books and awaiting the next one. DinkyMH
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book - enjoying it very much!
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Once you get all of the characters straight; it is a fun, fast paced, although somewhat predictable, read. There are mutiple storylines that are captivating.
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loved it
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