by Anna Quindlen


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Blessings, the bestselling novel by the author of Black and Blue, One True Thing, Object Lessons, and A Short Guide to a Happy Life, begins when, late at night, a teenage couple drives up to the estate owned by Lydia Blessing and leaves a box.

In this instant, the world of the estate called Blessings is changed forever. The story of Skip Cuddy, the Blessings caretaker, who finds a baby asleep in that box and decides he wants to keep her, and of matriarch Lydia Blessing, who, for her own reasons, decides to help him, Blessings explores how the secrets of the past affect decisions and lives in the present; what makes a person, a life, legitimate or illegitimate, and who decides; the unique resources people find in themselves and in a community. This is a powerful novel of love, redemption, and personal change by the Pulitzer Prize–winning writer about whom The Washington Post Book World said, “Quindlen knows that all the things we ever will be can be found in some forgotten fragment of family.”

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780812969818
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 08/19/2003
Series: Random House Reader's Circle
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 172,439
Product dimensions: 7.98(w) x 5.12(h) x 0.54(d)

About the Author

Anna Quindlen is the author of three previous novels (Object Lessons, One True Thing, Black and Blue), and four nonfiction books (A Short Guide to a Happy Life, Living Out Loud, Thinking Out Loud, How Reading Changed My Life). She has also written two children’s books (The Tree That Came to Stay, Happily Ever After). Her New York Times column “Public & Private” won the Pulitzer Prize in 1992. Her column now appears every other week in Newsweek.


New York, New York

Date of Birth:

July 8, 1952

Place of Birth:

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania


B.A., Barnard College, 1974

Read an Excerpt

From Chapter One
In the early hours of June 24 a car pulled into a long macadam drive on Rolling Hills Road in the town of Mount Mason. The driver cut the engine, so that as the car rolled down the drive and into the oval turnaround between the back of the big white clapboard house and the garage, it made only a soft swishing sound, like the whisper of summer rain those first few moments after the dirty gray storm clouds open.

There were deer in the fields that surrounded the house, cropping the rye grass with their spotted fawns at their flanks. But the fields stretched so far from the drive on either side, and the deer kept so close to the tree line, that the does did not even raise their divot heads from the ground as the car slid past, although one or two stopped chewing, and the smallest of the babies edged toward their mothers, stepping delicately sideways, en pointe on their small hooves.

“I don’t feel that good,” said the young woman in the passenger seat, her hair veiling her face.

The moonlight slipping at an oblique angle through the windows and the windshield of the car picked out what there was of her to be seen: a suggestion of the whites of her eyes between the curtains of her hair, the beads of sweat on her arched upper lip, the silver chain around her neck, the chipped maroon polish on her nails—a jigsaw puzzle of a girl, half the pieces not visible. She was turned away from the driver, turned toward the door as though she were a prisoner in the car and, at any moment, might pull the door handle and tumble out. The fingers of one hand played with her full bottom lip as she stared at the black shadows of the trees on the rough silver of the lawns, silhouettes cut from construction paper. At the edge of the drive, halfway down it, was a small sign, black on white. blessings, it said.

Blessings was one of those few places that visitors always found, on their return, even more pleasing than the pleasant memories they had of it. The house sat, big and white, low and sprawling, in a valley of overgrown fields, its terrace gardens spilling white hydrangeas, blue bee balm, and bushy patches of catnip and lavender onto a flagstone patio that ran its length. The land surrounding it was flat and rich for a long ways, to the end of the drive, and then the stony mountains rose around as though to protect it, a great God-sized berm spiky with pine trees.

The house had a squat and stolid quality, as though it had lain down to rest in the valley and grown middle-aged. Ill-advised additions had been made, according to the fashion of the times: a den paneled in rustic pine, a long screened porch, some dormers scattered above the horizontal roof line like eyes peering down the drive. The weeping willows at one end of the pond dipped low, but the cedars at the other were too tall and rangy for grace, and there had been sporadic talk of cutting them down almost from the day they were planted. The gardens were of the most conventional sort, hollyhocks in the back, day lilies in the center, alyssum along the borders. Wild rhododendrons grew in the shade wherever a stream sprang from the ground to spill down the hillside and into the big pond, a lake almost, that lay along one side of the house. None of it amounted to much on its own.

But taken altogether it was something almost perfect, the sort of place that, from the road, which was how these two had first seen it, promised plenty without pretense, ease without arrogance. From the road Blessings looked like a place where people would sit on the terrace at dusk, sip a drink and exult in the night breeze over the mountain, pull a light cardigan around their shoulders, and go to bed content. At one time or another, in fact all of these things had been true, but not for some time.

In the fashion of the young, the two in the car, peering down the drive some months before, had convinced themselves that appearance was reality. For the girl, it was the awnings that had finally convinced her, faded green and gold stripes over each window, like proud flags of this little nation-state, where it had been arranged that the sun would never fade the upholstery. That, and a small boat to one side of the pond, in which it was not only possible but indubitable that children could sit safely, row handily, put out a fishing line. In the light from a thumbnail moon the boat, upended on the grass, shone as though a smaller moon had dropped down to earth. The girl saw the sign by the side of the drive in the car’s headlights as a benediction, not as a sign of ownership, the proud name of an old family at the end of its bloodline.

The pond made the car’s driver nervous. It was shiny bright as a mirror, every star, every constellation, even the path of planes, reflecting back within its dark water and seemingly magnified by the pitch black of the night and the stillness of its surface. Frogs called from its banks, and as the car rolled silently into the circular driveway turnaround a fish jumped and left circles on the surface of the water. At the same moment the car tripped the automatic light at the corner of the house’s long porch, and it lit up the drive and the water and the bats that flew crazy eights in search of mosquitoes. The light caught the car itself squarely, so that the two people in the front seat, a boy and girl, each poised between the raw uncertain beauty of adolescence and the duller settled contours of adulthood, were illuminated momentarily as though by the flash from a camera. Their light hair shone, enough alike that at first glance they could have passed for siblings.

“Oh, shit,” said the driver, stepping down hard on the brake, so that the car bucked.

“Don’t do that,” cried the girl. Her hand touched a cardboard box on the backseat, then her own forehead, then dropped to her lap. “I’d kill for a cigarette,” she murmured.

“Right,” whispered the boy harshly. “So you could have an asthma attack right here and wake everybody up.”

“That’s not why I’m not smoking,” the girl muttered.

“Let’s just get this over with,” he said.

The car glided to the corner of the big garage, with its five bays. There was a narrow door on one side of the oblong building, and three flagstone steps leading to it. The boy had oiled the doors of the car that morning, with a foresight and industry and stealth the girl had not expected of him. They had both surprised each other and themselves in the last two days, he with his hardness and his determination, she with her weakness and her grief. Anyone familiar with the love affairs between men and women could have told them that theirs would soon be over.

As he slid out and opened the back door there was almost no sound, only the sort of clicks and snaps that could have been a moth hitting a screen or a raccoon stepping on a stick in the woods that stretched behind the garage and into the black of the mountains and the night. The girl was huddled against the door on her side now, all folded in upon herself like an old woman, or like a child who’d fallen asleep on a long journey; she heard the sounds of him as though they were musical notes, each distinct and clear, and her shoulders moved slightly beneath her shirt, and her hands were jammed between her knees. She felt as though they were somehow alone in the world, almost as though the house and its surroundings were a kind of island, floating in a deep sea of ordinary life through which the two of them would have to swim back to shore by driving back up the drive.

She thought this feeling was because of the boy, and the box, and the night, and the ache in her slack belly and her bruised groin, and the pain in her chest that might have been the beginning of an asthma attack. But she was only the latest in a long line of people who had felt that Blessings was somehow a place apart. In the moonlight the high points of it, the faint luster of the slate roof of the house, the shed on the knoll where the gardener had always kept his tools, the small white boathouse at one end of the pond: all of them were set in high sepia relief like the photograph hung carelessly now on the short wall of the library, the one of Edwin Blessing, who bought the place when it was just another old farm and lavished money on it in the years when he had money to spend. The people from Mount Mason who worked there, washing up at the parties in the old days, fixing frozen pipes for the old lady in the years after the parties ended: they all said it was like going somewhere out of this world, the quiet, the clean smells, the rooms and rooms full of polished furniture and toile draperies, which they only glimpsed through half-open doorways. Above all the pond, the gardens, the land. The real world tried to intrude from time to time upon Blessings, but usually the real world failed.

Reading Group Guide

1. Blessings is a title that holds a great deal of meaning for this book, as the name of the Blessings’ house, but also in the metaphysical sense of the word.. Before reading the book, what did the title Blessings suggest to you? Did it create any expectations or shape the way you reflected on the book as you read? When you finished the book, what meaning did you take away from the title Blessings?

2. The Washington Post has said of Anna Quindlen’s work, “Quindlen knows that all the things we ever will be can be found in some forgotten fragment of family.” Family seems to be connected to many of the fundamental and important themes of the novel. How might this tribute be applied to Blessings?

3. The formation and preservation of family, traditional or not, is one of the prominent, underlying themes of the novel, and Quindlen introduces us to several families throughout. Describe some of these families, their relationships, and the ways in which these families function as such. How are they similar? Different? What effect do these similarities or differences have on the characters and the story as a whole? Is one individual important in each group, if so, how?

4. How does Quindlen show the evolution of what is typically considered “family” over the course of the book? Do you think that Skip, Lydia, and Faith have formed a genuine family? If so, why, and if not, why not?

5. At the heart of Blessings is the issue of legitimacy. By traditional standards, both Meredith, Lydia’s own daughter, and Faith would be deemed “illegitimate” children. When Faith’s mother emerges, and seeks custody of her child, issues of the legitimacy of Faith’s life with Skip are raised. What makes a person legitmate, or illegitimate today, or for you? Who decides, or who should decide?

6. In a society and a world that is constantly changing, is there such a thing as a “normal” family? What makes the “family” of Blessings–Skip, Lydia, and Faith–either normal or unusual, and what allows them to function as a family unit?

7. Love as a natural process is a prevalent theme in Blessings, and Quindlen shows it to be both instinctual and learned. Where do we see love as a natural instinct, and where do we see it as a learned quality? How do these differences in abilities and capacities for love shed light on the various characters? What do these emotional variations ultimately say about the nature of love and loyalty?

8. All of the main characters, including Faith, have histories that haunt them. Lydia harbors the memory of her brother, and Skip finds himself constantly trying to escape an unwarranted but poor reputation. In Blessings, how does the past become an influential part of the present? At what points does memory affect characters’ actions in the present, or change the way in which a specific event is played out? Do either Lydia or Skip ever fully escape their pasts, or must they embrace them in order to lead fuller, more productive lives in the present?

9. The narrative structure of Blessings provides a literary framework that is important to the story and to our ability to connect with its characters. Describe the book’s narrative structure. What effect did it have on your experience as a reader? Did the time-present/time-past structure of Lydia’s story, interwoven with the day-to-day story of life at Blessings, allow her to be a more sympathetic character? How does the narrative structure of the novel parallel, tap into, and connect with some of the book’s themes?

10. The notion of individuality figures prominently into Blessings, and brings up questions about the individual’s place in the community, and the advantages and disadvantages of social conformity. Give some examples of scenes or situations from the book where the beliefs of an individual are challenged by the value system of a community. The situation which comes to the forefront of this issue is Skip’s ultimate decision to return Faith to her birth-mother, so she can be raised in a more traditional family. Do you agree with Skip’s decision? Were you satisfied with this conclusion? If not, how would you have liked to see it end?

11. Several characters discover a sense of redemption by the close of the novel. In what ways did you, as a reader, sense Skip and Lydia had been redeemed, and what were the causes of that process? The redemptive power of love is prevalent throughout. In what other characters do we see this change?

12. Quindlen uses dialogue as a tool not only to explain what a character is thinking or doing at the moment, but to provide insight into what moves and compels his or her actions and emotions. Through dialogue, Quindlen allows the reader to really get into the mind of a character. Discuss the nuances of the dialogue used throughout the book. How do speech patterns and thought patterns differ, and how do these differences influence your view and understanding of a given character?

13. Avid readers of Quindlen’s work may be familiar with her non-fiction writings and journalism. As a Quindlen fan, was there anything about Blessings that reminded you of Quindlen’s journalistic perspective–aspects such as astute observation of people, story-telling ability, etc.–that called to mind the skills of a good reporter?

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book will be one that you will reach for even after it's over. The story is beautiful and the characters are flawed in an endearing way. I read this in snatches (small children at home) but it was wonderful and SO easy to "get back into.":-) At one point it made me cry and my 4 year old couldn't understand how a book can make you cry - keep the tissues handy. It is a story you will be glad you read! The book makes you feel like you are there - beautifully written and incredible descriptions of a home past it's prime.:-) Enjoy and pass it on - well worth the read!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is another great piece of writing from Anna Quindlen who is dependable whether in columns or novels. Her characters are real, her descriptions of love are honest and the story unfolds with secrets wrapped within secrets. There is emotional truth on every page and an ending that speaks to enduring love and decency.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have started this book FOUR times, and cannot get into it! Quindlen needs a good editor, who will separate the wheat from the chaff...break up some of the rambling sentences, for starters. One sentence was 50 words long, another was 83! An 83 word SENTENCE! That's ludicrous! Yes, I found the book so boring that I resorted to counting words in sentences! I don't know HOW this book ever made the NY Times Best Seller list!
Bean76 More than 1 year ago
Blessings tells the story of Lydia Blessings, an old woman who lives by herself in a large house with her namesake. She has a new gardener/handyman named Skip who lives in an apartment above the garage, and a cantankerous maid named Nadine. One night Skip finds a newborn baby in a box lying on his doorstep. At first he tries to hide her from everyone, but eventually everyone at Blessings knows about the baby. Soon they all begin to see their own lives transformed by the influence of this tiny, innocent creature. Lydia especially finds her own heart softening, reliving past memories of her own childhood, as well as her daughter's childhood. The main message I found running through the book is no one is an island. We all must have interaction with other human beings in order to survive. Indeed, if we truly want to thrive, the only way to do this is to cultivate meaningful relationships with others. Faith, the baby left on Skip's doorstep, is the physical embodiment of this message. She literally won't survive unless Skip takes care of her. Lydia is the emotional embodiment of the message. She seems to be a recluse, hiding in her house, hardly daring to even go outside. And yet, she will peek through her windows with binoculars to watch what goes on outside. She needs social interaction, but denies herself of it. But as the story progresses, Lydia opens herself up bit by bit to her friends and family, and finds healing for her own heart.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is very good. The story skips from Lydia's past to her present alot. But the storyline of Skip and Faith is wonderful. I wish the ending would have been different but oh well.... Wonderful story!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I bought the book on a whim, and I was greatly disappointed. I finished it, but it was tough. The idea is riveting, but the author fails to deliver the twists with a dramatic flare. Therefore, the portions where readers should be shocked, fall with an anticlimatic bang. Another problem was the description in the book. She described the scenes to the point of obsurdity. At times I found myself reading on and on about chairs.
Guest More than 1 year ago
After a slow start, I was very impressed by this book. From the reviews and description on the book jacket, I was afraid that this would be Anne Tyler Lite. While I like her writing very much, this book was much deeper than what I have read by Tyler, if not as intimately written as Tyler's books. Like Richard Russo's Empire Falls (one of my all-time favorites) the book deals with a wealthy matriarch living in a large estate. But unlike that book, which held the old lady up as an enigma, Blessings gets into her mind by having her help her groundskeeper raise an infant left on his garage/apartment doorstep (the baby was obviously left there to be taken care of the rich owner of the estate). The most interesting parts of the book are the flashbacks into her own life that explain what forced her out of Manhattan debutante life and into lifelong exile at her family's country estate. At time the book reminded me of Ian McEwan's Atonement, but never actually reaches the heights of that book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
My first contact with a Quindlen manuscript. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. There were some spots that dragged (Lydia's past). Lydia, Skip, Jennifer, Nadine - all strong character developments. Reminded me of 'The Lovely Bones'. Same lyrical style as Belva Plain. A predictable story line but revelations on family, love, loss, and redemption make it a worthwhile read. Readable on a rainy day with a good cup of coffee.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have enjoyed Anna Quindlen's books in the past. 'Black and Blue' was a great book that kept you reading on. 'One True Thing' was a story I could relate to personal experience and was touching. But I did not feel the same about 'Blessings.' I thought this book sort of dragged along and was sort of dry. I was definitely expecting a little more excitement in the story.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It was difficult to believe that a young man wanted to raise a baby that he found on the steps to his apartment. The story seemed far-fetched and I had a hard time finishing the book.
Kelslynn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I needed a break from reading grim gritty novels, and this was a good choice. I like Quindlen's storytelling style, but I thought the storyline itself was a bit transparent: Old haughty lady hires hardworking down-on-his-luck young man; a baby mysteriously disappears on his doorstep and changes their lives forever. Just too pat.
circlesreads on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Although the storyline was interesting, for some reason her writing annoyed me. It seemed contrived and the descriptions forced.
1morechapter on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Blessings is the family home of Lydia Blessing, an 80-year-old woman with strong opinions about the right way to say and do things. Her new caretaker of Blessings, Skip, doesn¿t seem to be making the grade in Lydia¿s eyes. He¿s keeping strange hours and doing his work at odd times. The reason? He¿s taking care of a baby. Not his baby, but a little girl that a young couple abandoned at Blessings. Skip doesn¿t have the first clue how to take care of an infant, but he manages after awhile and even keeps her a secret from everyone for a time. Then, Lydia finds out. Although shocked at first, Mrs. Blessing¿s heart is warmed by the child as well. Will Skip get to keep Faith, the little girl that has won over everyone at Blessings, including Mrs. Blessing, or will the little girl¿s mother return to claim her?Blessings by Anna Quindlen is not just about Skip and Faith, but also about family secrets and relationships. There is an entire back story of Lydia Blessing that adds a lot to the novel as well. I listened to the audio CD narrated by Joan Allen, and she did an outstanding job.2002, 226 pp.
TheLostEntwife on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Anna Quindlen is one of those authors who holds the power to knock the socks off of me. Every time I go to pick up one of her books I know that, at some point, I¿m going to end up in tears ¿ so I have to pace myself accordingly.Blessings was no different. While it didn¿t contain nearly the same amount of tragedy some of Quindlen¿s other books have (Yes, Every Last One, I¿m looking at you), it still had some heartbreaking moments, but, in true Quindlen style, I knew that these characters would be strong enough to overcome it.Blessings is the story of a family, an unlikely family, but complete with all of the past wrong-doings, mistakes, loves and hurts that a ¿normal¿ family might have. This family consists of a Korean housekeeper, an 80ish year old woman, and a convicted felon groundskeeper¿ and one tiny, helpless baby. Of course, there is also the house, which is filled with history and memories and can¿t be left out of the mix.I was completely charmed by Charles ¿Skip¿ Cuddy and his treatment of the unlikely turn of events that culminated in his finding a baby in a box on the steps of ¿his¿ barn. I held my breath through each hurdle and ached for him as he learned the correct way to care for the child, and, when the end came (as it always does in these types of stories), my heart ached for him.Blessings is a story of redemption, unlikely love, strength of character where there was none before and of making the right choices, no matter the pain involved to those making those choices. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and found it did wonders to ¿reset¿ me after reading a few bad books in a row.
LisaMaria_C on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this. Quindlen has a strong, clean prose style that skillfully picks the telling details that vividly evoke both setting and character. Blessings is the name of an estate in upstate New York. There are passages that lyrically put before your eye the pond with snapping turtles and leaping trout, the herons, the apple orchard. And the characters are well-drawn too, the two major characters are a study in contrasts. There's eighty-year-old Lydia Blessings, born to wealth and her young estate caretaker Skip Cuddy, who came to work for her straight out of jail and lives above the garage. They're bound into an unlikely friendship when a newborn baby is left on their doorstep that Skip is determined to raise as his daughter. Whether it's the small details of how an infant moves or smells, or the habits of mind of an elderly lady born in the 1920s, Quindlen writes it in a convincing way you think of as authentic. If I don't rate this higher, its not because I'm not conscious of flaws, but it just doesn't rise to a level where it moved me, made me think, made me want to dogear the pages because of a particularly striking quote or surprised me. But it was a warm, feel-good and entertaining read.
tipsister on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Blessings, by Anna Quindlen is one of those books where the story just stays with you because of it's simplicity. There isn't an overwhelming plot, no truly unexpected twist, and a relatively small cast of characters. It's truly the story of two people and how a baby that doesn't belong to either of them, changes their lives. Skip is a young man who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. After being released from jail, he goes to work for Mrs. Blessing. She is an elderly woman who owns the grandest estate in the area. She likes Skip and hires him as her groundskeeper. She's formal, stuffy, and very much into her routine. She's got secrets though and is not as perfect as she looks. They are an odd pair.Skip finds a baby that was left at the estate and secretly cares for her. He's afraid to turn her in and grows to love the baby girl, considering himself her father. When Mrs. Blessing finds out about little Faith, she assists in her care and the deception. The descriptions of the house and land are so lovely that the house almost becomes a character in the novel. Mrs. Blessing is described so beautifully that I can see her standing at her window, looking disapprovingly at everything she sees. While the book isn't long, it is full of wonderful words. I truly enjoyed the story and recommend it to everyone.
goldnyght on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really deeply enjoyed this book: I could only wish it was a little longer
silenceiseverything on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Blessings is the second Anna Quindlen book I've read with the first being Black and Blue. Since I thought Black and Blue was so great, my expectations of Blessings were fairly high. Unfortunately, those expectations weren't necessarily met. Don't get me wrong, I liked the premise: a baby is abandoned outside of a caretaker's garage and he then decides to keep it while simultaneously keeping it a secret. The premise is great. However, there were just so many other things mentioned that I really didn't care about. Case in point: Mrs. Blessings early life. I seriously didn't care about how she got to be that way she was. And the character of Jennifer was so unnecessary. I really couldn't get the point of her at all. My main interest were of Skip, Faith, and Mrs. Blessing (her current life, not her past one). So, the parts of the book that had these three characters together were naturally my favorite parts of the book and the ones that went by more quickly. Another issue that I had with the book was that for a 230 page novel, this moved way to slowly. While I enjoyed the book while I was reading it, the slowness of it really didn't have me anxious to pick it back up once I put it down. However, I was anxious to finish it. So, this book was just okay. Nothing ground-breaking and wholely forgettable.
JaneSteen on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was a selection for my daughter's book club. Let me say straight off that I loved it!A baby is left by the garage of the local "big house" by a couple of teenagers, and found by the handyman who lives over the garage. A strange complicity develops between him and the house's owner, and two people from opposite sides of the social divide enter into a friendship that reconciles their own pasts. So now I'm going to talk about the rules it breaks. You get a lot of talk on writer blogs about never starting your novel with a backstory dump: Blessings sets up the action and then gives you 70 pages of backstory before the story moves forward. You're told to use short, punchy sentences. Blessings is strewn with long and sometimes somewhat clunky sentences. So why does it work so well? The answer has to be that the writing is beautiful, the characters are immaculately drawn and very convincing, and the setting gets just enough--but not too much--attention. It struck me that the main story is in fact quite slight, and that without the backstory setup I'd probably be thinking "so what?" as it gets going. But by the time the action gets going, I was so thoroughly invested in the lives of the characters that I devoured the rest of the book. This is a story to study for its structure. There's something very sure about Quindlen's touch; in a very short read (just over 200 pages) she packs in a lot of literary wallop.
thebookfaery on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed reading Quindlen¿s novel Blessings. She creates each character with such life suited for their particular ¿lifestyle¿. We watch a young man who finds hope within a small bundle that transforms his life forever. We become a fly on the wall learning about the family secrets of the Blessings estate and how it affects the lives of those impacted. You can¿t help but feel for her characters as they battle their own inner struggles before they can reach some sort of peace. And at times you can¿t help but want to slap or punch them into reality. My only disappointment at the end was that I wish the main characters from the Blessing estate remained a big part of the little girl¿s life. Why must they leave when she had finally breathed love into their souls?
SugarCreekRanch on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Blessings starts out strong with a teenage couple abandoning their newborn at a mansion, and the newborn being found and cared for by the handyman. But then the pace drops to a crawl. It's a poignant story with strong characters, but the plot just isn't there.
mazda502001 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
What a beautifully written novel this was. I couldn't put it down - its a novel of love, redemption and personal change. First by her that I have read but will definately read more by her.Back Cover Blurb:This novel begins when, late one night, a teenage couple drives up to Blessings, the estate owned by Lydia Blessing, and leaves a box there. In this instant, the world of Blessings is changed forever. The story of Skip Cuddy, caretaker of the estate, who finds a baby asleep in that box and decides he wants to keep her, and of matriarch Lydia Blessing, who, for her own reasons, decides to help him.
mzonderm on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book does not require much effort to read. Everything slides along in a fairly predictable way, so much so that even that bigger moments in the story sometimes slide by without being noticed. Don't look to this book for a gripping plot or very-compelling characters (although Skip, the main character, is very sympathetic) but read this book for a nice story, and you'll enjoy it.
tloeffler on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A newborn baby is left on the steps of the garage apartment of a young man working on the estate of an elderly woman. [Blessings] is the story of this young man's behavior after finding the child, and the transformations the child unleashes in the young man and the elderly woman. I've read this book twice, and could read it a dozen more times. By turns sad, happy, nostalgic, and retrospective, the book doesn't always progress the way you want it to, but it progresses along the way of the world. A great read.
lostinpages on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Halfway through this novel I find myself bored. The characters haven't drawn me into their lives. I can put it down easily, and it's an effort to pick it up again instead of opening another book. The writing itself is good, the author provides a rich visual experience with her skilled use of language to describe the setting and the characters experiences. I just wish there was more connection to these characters. There is a lot of potential so I will continue to read and see if she draws me into the experience of the characters as the story progresses.