Emily and Einstein ($9.99 Ed.)

Emily and Einstein ($9.99 Ed.)

by Linda Francis Lee

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ISBN-13: 9781250059901
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 06/03/2014
Edition description: Special Edition
Pages: 368
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

LINDA FRANCIS LEE is a native Texan now living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, steps from the Dakota Apartment Building. Linda's writing career began in college when she published her first article. But after graduating she was sidetracked from writing when she was offered a job teaching probability and statistics. Later she found her way back to her first love, and the Atlanta Journal Constitution called her breakout novel, Blue Waltz, "absolutely stunning." Now the author of twenty books that are published in sixteen countries around the world, when Linda isn't writing she loves to run in Central Park and spend time with her husband, family, and friends.

Read an Excerpt


A week passed before I understood the enormity of my situation, a week before I realized I was dead.

It was February, a bitter cold day in New York with a gunmetal sky, the kind of storm blowing in that would make even the most stoic northeasterner dream of sun, sand, and a beach that stretched on forever. Wearing a heavy wool suit, silk tie, and overcoat, I walked into my office on the thirty- fourth floor, the view of lower Manhattan blocked out by the falling snow. My secretary was on the phone, her sharp Brooklyn accent and polyester clothes at odds with the old- world, fine wood surroundings of the reception area. She snapped at the caller, something about having to go through her to get to me— the very reason I employed the no- nonsense older woman who wasn’t afraid of anyone.

She banged down the phone with a huff. “Pushy, pushy, pushy.”

I struggled not to smile.

When she saw me, she didn’t so much as blink. “Mr. Portman, there you are.” She handed over a stack of memos, giving me a brief, rapid- fire rundown of who had called. “And your mother stopped by earlier, said she needs to see you.”

My mother, the demanding, if beautiful, Althea Portman, had a tendency to think my sole job should be dealing with her.

Without a hitch in my step, glancing through the stack as I went, I didn’t bother to look up. “If she stops by again, tell her I quit. Tell her I got fired. Or better yet, tell her I’ve moved to Mongolia or the Australian Outback, someplace far away that with any luck isn’t reachable by phone.”

“Now, now, that’s just plain mean. She’s your mother.”

“Mrs. Carmichael, my mother requires mean.” I kept going, mentally itemizing which of the memos required my attention. “In fact, a woman like my mother demands mean.”

“For a man who can’t be more than, what, thirty- five, forty,” she called after me, “you sure are cantankerous.”

Just before I shut the door to my office, I glanced back, and this time I did smile.

“Cantankerous? Me?”

She scoffed and turned away, though not before I caught a glimpse of her own amused smile.

“I’ll need a car to take me uptown at seven,” I told her.

With that, I tossed the stack of memos in the trash and shut the door.


An hour later I left my office at the Regal Bay investment firm. I was due to meet my wife at the Upper West Side Animal Clinic where she volunteered every Friday after work.

The first time I saw Emily I would have sworn she was born and bred in some place like Minneapolis or Milwaukee. It turned out she grew up in Manhattan, raised by a woman I’d had the good fortune never to meet. In her day, Lillian Barlow had been a noted and unfortunately vocal feminist, a woman who had taken a hard stand against what she called That pack of misogynist men whose goal in life was to oppress women.

One, I think her stance a sweeping generalization, not to mention melodramatic.

And two, given her stance, how a woman who had burned bras and been arrested for protesting the Vietnam War raised a daughter as open and trusting as Emily was anyone’s guess. How I ended up marrying the woman’s daughter was an even bigger mystery. But when Emily and I met nearly four years earlier, I was on the backside of a skiing mishap that had left me with a shattered leg that surgeons had reassembled with screws and metal pins.

This shouldn’t have hit me as hard as it did, but what can I say? For years I had wanted to run the New York City Marathon. I had dreamed of it. In some ways, I had counted on it.

After my leg ended up on the wrong end of my unfortunate fall, I was told that my days of training for anything that put significant strain on the leg, much less running the marathon, were over.

All this to say that in my own moment of spectacularly self- indulgent melodrama, when I met Emily I’d just had my first taste of mortality along with an overlarge serving of hunger to be something more than the man I was.

Of course Emily didn’t know any of that. The day I met her I was sitting in a conference room of the book publishing house, Caldecote Press, surrounded by the president, publisher, an editor, a lawyer, and Regal Bay’s own consigliore who scared even me— and I didn’t scare easily. We were there about a sticky issue regarding an upcoming book the publisher had on its fall list. Namely, a book about Regal Bay and some of its allegedly questionable activities. Victor Harken and I were there to make sure the book never saw the light of day. Rather than go the legal route from the onset, Victor wanted first to try and “convince” the publisher to see things our way.

Just before we began the meeting, Emily blew into the room like she was immortal, her long blond hair flowing behind her like a flag. She was delicate, not very tall, but somehow her presence filled the room. I had been half listening to Victor make small talk, but the minute I saw Emily everything else fell away.

Good news, bad news, depending on your point of view, I was nothing if not a connoisseur of women, and everything about Emily seemed a contradiction. She was as beautiful as any of the models I dated, her white blond hair long and loose, her eyes like an indigo sea. But combined with that intensity of energy and color, she wore a simple cream dress that hit barely above her knees. Not blue to highlight her eyes, or short to show off her amazing legs— like adding a constant in algebra to offset an equation. Though in math, the point is to solve for X. Emily seemed impossible to solve. I was intrigued.

“Ah, Emily,” the president said. “I was hoping you could join us.”

Introductions were made and I gathered that while Emily was relatively new to the company she had already developed a reputation for problem solving. That the president thought she could solve anything with Victor Harken made me smile. Though when I think back on it now, I realize that despite the contradiction of her, or maybe because of it, everything in the room shifted the minute she blew through the door.

When Victor gestured toward me, and said, “This is—” I cut him off. “Sandy Portman,”

I offered with a wry smile. “Just another cog in the corporate machine.”

Victor looked at me as if I had lost my mind, which perhaps I had. In actuality I was Alexander “Sandy” Vandermeer Regal Portman, a direct descendent of both the Vandermeer and Regal families, founders of Regal Bay, one of Wall Street’s oldest and most prestigious investment firms. Whether it was Emily’s counterbalanced elegance, or the easy confidence of someone who felt no need to impress, I’m not sure. All I knew was that for the first time in my life I didn’t want someone to know who I really was. We started in on the issue, Victor doing his best to intimidate and threaten, the president looking like he was concerned he’d end up with a horse head in his bed. But the women in the room hardly paid attention to Victor. They eyed me surreptitiously, weighing their possibilities, assessing. At least all the women did except Emily who didn’t seem to notice me at all.

No question I wasn’t used to disinterest, but it seemed more than that. Watching her, she seemed aware only of whoever was talking, as if she were listening in a way that most people never did.

When every idea and possibility had been suggested then discarded as not working for one or the other side, the president glanced over at her. “Emily, what do you think?”

She considered for a second, then turned to Victor like some blue- eyed David doing battle with a Bronx- born Goliath. “I’m not sure I understand what the problem is. No question you have the resources to tie Caldecote up with lawsuit paperwork for months if not longer, but eventually what ever you’re trying to hide is going to come out.” She tsked at Victor like he was a schoolyard bully getting caught playing rough on the playground. I doubted Victor had ever been tsked at in his life.

“So how about a compromise?” she added, then shot him a dazzling smile.

She was either crazy or fearless. Maybe both. I knew with a fair degree of certainty that while Victor hadn’t put a horse head in anyone’s bed, he was known for his unorthodox means of getting what he wanted. My great- uncle Silas Regal employed him for that very reason. But the consigliore was as caught off guard by the young woman as I was as she made her case with passion and an idealistic conviction that she and her little publisher would win.

“Either way,” she went on, “the fact is that while you’re tying us up with legal documents, both Regal Bay and Caldecote are going to end up in publishing eNewsletters, financial blogs, even traditional press. Good for us. Bad for you.” She shrugged and grimaced as if she were actually sorry.

Victor couldn’t seem to speak. I nearly laughed.

By the time Emily finished laying out her plan, Victor had agreed that not only would we not “waste money pursuing futile legal action” but we would give the lowlife business- journalist- turned- author access to Regal Bay higher- ups, as Emily put it, “to tell their side of the story.”

Great- uncle Silas was going to have Victor’s head. I would have been amused but just then Emily looked at me, finally, and everything changed. The world slowed as she studied me for what seemed like forever, then she smiled. As crazy as it sounds, sitting there with her smiling at me, I felt as if I could achieve anything. In her eyes I saw the man I had the potential to be reflected back. Broken legs and shattered dreams were forgotten and I had the distinct thought that she could make me whole. The feeling was deep and primal, as unsettling as it was nearly godly.

I decided then and there that I would have her.


It is a well- documented fact that most males of the species long to be great. Isn’t that why we admire superheroes when we are boys and moguls when we are men?

I was no different.

When I was young I wanted to be a basketball player, but while no one would accuse me of being short, I didn’t have the tall, lean build of a real player. If I was destined to sit on the bench, why bother? A few years later, I decided on rowing. I was smart and strong, and was being groomed by my prep school coach for the important position of stroke. But after a few months of trudging uptown to practice, I decided rowing was more trouble than it was worth.

Later, during college, I decided to be an artist, someone great like Picasso or Salvador Dali, larger- than- life men with voracious appetites. But this time my mother, a woman known as a great purveyor of all things art, said Portmans sponsored artists; we didn’t become them.

What most people didn’t know, or perhaps didn’t remember, was that my mother hadn’t always been a wealthy patron of the arts. The truth was, Althea Portman was an enigma to most people who knew her, a puzzle people had tried to piece together for years. But eventually the questions had been forgotten, and I knew my mother intended for it to stay that way. I rarely gave it any thought; the disconnected pieces of her were something I took in stride.

Though every once in a while our eyes would meet and I could see the question. Do you remember, I knew she wanted to ask.

But I was no fool. I always turned away, as did she, the question left hanging in the air, unspoken.

Unfortunately, my mother wasn’t one to hold her tongue on much of anything else, and on that unfortunate snowy February night that I left my office at Regal Bay, the night it all began, she and I had exchanged words. This time about my wife. Frustrated in a way that only my mother could make me, I sat in the back of a Mercedes sedan, one of the firm’s hired drivers taking me up Eighth Avenue in the swirling sleet and snow to meet Emily.

The drive took forever, the five lanes of traffic a sea of cabs, hired sedans, and people in SUVs from New Jersey heading north, the snowy street lined by the remnants of less glamorous Manhattan real estate now being encroached upon by the gleaming glass and steel of the midtown business district. An hour after leaving the firm, we finally arrived at the animal clinic on West Seventy- sixth, the narrow length lined with parked cars. The driver double- parked across the street, behind a utility van. When I didn’t immediately get out, he glanced at me over the seat back. “Isn’t this the address you gave me, sir?”

“Yes, yes. It is.”

Generally I wasn’t a distracted person, but that night I felt something I didn’t understand. I wrote it off as simple frustration after a long, snowy drive. I realize now that it was more than that, something more complex, less defined, a defiant and callous posturing in front of . . . what, the gods? What ever the case, I was charging forward, full speed ahead, to my own undoing. And Emily’s.

I got out of the car and buttoned my overcoat against the elements. Stepping around the front of the Mercedes, I was startled by a little wiry white- furred dog that leapt out and stood as if intentionally blocking my way. I tried to step around him but slipped on a patch of ice.

Steadying myself on the hood of the car, I shooed the dog away and kept going, snow and sleet coming down harder, the wind blowing, ice hitting my face. When I got to the right front edge of the Mercedes, a car turned onto the street, its headlights bouncing as the tires hit ruts in the freezing slush.

As the car roared closer, I saw that it was a taxi driven by someone who had lost all concern for the perils of driving in the snow. I took a step back, irritated that the cabbie planned to hurtle through the narrow space between the double- parked cars. Then just before the cab reached the Mercedes it happened. The little white dog reappeared and stepped into the street.

The cab driver hit the brakes and swerved, fishtailing back and forth, sliding this way, overcorrecting that way, until the yellow taxi careened into the back of the Mercedes.

The thick, falling snow muffled the crash, making the impact feel less destructive.

Then silence. There was a moment when I was certain I could hear the snow falling, feel a strange sort of peace.

All in all, the accident wouldn’t have caused too much of a problem if I hadn’t been standing at the front of one vehicle and an unfortunate five or so feet behind another. Something about thrust and velocity, mixed with angle of trajectory, even over relatively slow speeds and short distances, can make for a very dangerous combination. The long and short being that the cab hit the back of the Mercedes, jamming it forward into me, thrusting me down with such velocity and at such an angle that I crashed over like a domino, no time to break my fall. My head slammed against the fender of the van, traumatizing my brain so intensely and fracturing my spine so deeply that there was never a chance to recover. In seconds I was standing next to my body, no longer cold, merely stunned that the mess on the ground was actually me.

I watched in stunned paralysis as the driver dialed 911, tried to resuscitate my body, then called his dispatch who called the firm. No one called my wife.

I had never been one to panic, though I had never stood on a snowy street before watching someone work to revive my body. But when I tried to move and couldn’t, panic spiked through me. I gasped for air, but couldn’t do that either.

They say that when your life hangs in the balance, your past fl ashes before you. But it wasn’t friends or events from my childhood I remembered. I didn’t think of my parents.

I only thought of one thing.


Her name burst out of me, burst out of my mind, as if somehow she could fix this, could solve this problem. But there was no sound, nothing, as if nothing of substance was left of me to save.

I hadn’t known Emily for more than a week the first time I pulled her close. With our lips nearly touching, I whispered, “Fall in love with me. I dare you.”

She did fall for me, though since then I have wondered if it was the dare that set me up to fall.


My mother used to tell me that life could change in an instant, a line drawn in the

 sand separating before from after, altering you completely. Was that really true?

Could a person be changed in an instant? Or did a crack already have to exist

in the ice, the beginnings of a change we simply refused to see?

—excerpt from My Mother’s Daughter

chapter one

Everyone has a story but I was never interested in telling my own. I was an editor of books, not a writer. I loved to find sense in someone else’s chaos, uncover the intent of a sentence or paragraph that only hinted at a truth. At least that was how I felt until I met Sandy Portman. The first time I saw him my world tilted. Ridiculous, I know, but seeing him that first time jarred me so deeply that I had to turn away, like turning away from looking directly at the sun, and pretend I hadn’t noticed him at all.

It had nothing to do with the fact that he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His face was a strike against him. I fell in love because there was something in his eyes that was at odds with his physical beauty. Sandy Portman drew me in, like the draft of a manuscript where perfectly constructed sentences hinted at but didn’t yet reveal a deeper truth. And when he pulled me close and smiled at me the first time, a crooked smile on his perfect face, hinting at a bit more of his truth? Well, I was lost.


My name is Emily Barlow, and I had never been good at sensing trouble. I didn’t need to be. I made lists, mapped out plans, then moved forward with a calm certainty that everything would work out. Unshakable faith. Bone-deep belief. Call it what you will. I stepped into any situation with the calm conviction that no matter what, I would survive.

Perhaps that was my mistake. Then again, perhaps that’s what would save me.

That morning, the day everything began, I woke with what I now can only call a premonition that my world was about to shift. But I didn’t recognize the feeling for what it was. I ignored it.

It had been snowing all night, snow on top of snow during one of the worst winters New York City had seen in a decade. It was Friday, and when I got to work at Caldecote Press almost no one was there, kept away by the storm, safe in houses reached only through bridges and tunnels, or in apartments on the island of Manhattan that climbed up floor after floor into the mottled gray clouds until the buildings disappeared. At noon, I headed home. The animal clinic had closed due to the weather, and I tried calling Sandy to let him know I would meet him at the apartment. He didn’t answer, and his voice mail was full. I’d left a message with his secretary for him to call me, but I never heard back.

We lived in the Dakota, a hundred- and- twenty- year- old building on the Upper West Side, and when I got home I worked, first on a manuscript that had come in early, then on the guest room I had been redoing for several weeks. I had painted the walls a pale yellow, with white crown molding, and a border of lavender, green, and blue flowers that I was painting myself, each delicate stroke like a line of a psalm as I sat at the top of the ladder, the impossibly high ceilings seeming to reach up to God. For the last two years, I had put every extra cent I had into the apartment. While my husband had a great deal of money, I did not. But I gave that no thought, pouring my heart and soul into the old but enchanted residence that had been little more than a dusty museum when Sandy lived there alone.

I had ripped down ancient wallpaper, torn up broken bathroom tile, replaced outdated appliances, entwining myself in a place that represented everything I had been working toward my entire life. A home with a husband and children, Sunday dinners and friends. A life of work and family, the lines filled in with love, colored by years steadily passing. A life so different from the one I led with my mother where we moved from one apartment to the next, uptown, downtown, Alphabet City. We even did a stint in Chinatown, where plucked chickens and ducks hung in steamy shop windows like ornaments on a tree.

Over the years I learned to guard my heart, didn’t let myself become attached to people or places despite my dream of having both. But the day I met Sandy in the Caldecote conference room, something inside me opened up. As everyone was leaving the meeting, Sandy stopped me. He didn’t notice, or perhaps didn’t care about, the glances others gave us. He looked only at me, his lips hiking up at one corner, turning what would have been a wicked smile into something boyish and playful. “Come away with me,” he said. “Right now, before everyone gets wise to us and reminds me of schedules and broken legs and all the things you make me forget.”

I must have given him a strange look because his smile widened and he added, “At least let me take you someplace for a drink. Then you can tell me all about why you downplay your amazing looks, and I’ll tell you all the reasons why I’m falling for you.”

He startled me, but I didn’t show it. “Do lines like that really work in your world?”

He laughed out loud. “They do.” Then that smile again, this time bordering on sheepish, his hazel green eyes flashing. “Hard to believe, huh?”

My guess was that it wasn’t the lines that worked, but his looks, his easy charm. This was a man used to getting his way without having to bargain or even ask.

I smiled despite myself. “One, I have nothing to tell, and two, you don’t know half the reasons why I’m worth falling for.”

This time he was surprised, but he recovered quickly. “Then I’ll take notes; you can dictate. It will give me an excuse to keep you out all afternoon and turn a drink into dinner.”

I just shook my head and stepped around him. But at the door I turned back. “Dinner. After work. My choice of restaurant.”

He cocked his head. “Ever the negotiator. But fine, I’ll meet you in the lobby at seven.”

“Make it seven- thirty.” I started to leave.


I hesitated.

“Do you always win?”

My smile softened. “Does anyone?”

He studied me for a second, then told me I should have been named Diana after the Huntress or Helen after the woman from Troy. “Emily is too soft, too much like that boring cream dress you’re wearing. Neither does you justice.”

I raised a brow. “For someone who doesn’t know the first thing about me, you have a lot of opinions.”

What I didn’t say was that in every woman there is an Emily just as in every woman there’s a Helen of Troy. It depends on which part is nurtured. I’d had no choice but to be strong. And didn’t the hardness of strength come when the softness underneath was a threat?

I would have written him off as yet another good- looking guy who used his charm to get what he wanted. But then his brow furrowed. “On second thought, I bet there’s an Emily in there somewhere. You just keep her hidden.”

My breathing grew shallow. Somehow this seemingly all- surface guy understood.

He walked past me through the doorway, stopping just long enough to tuck a single errant strand of hair behind my ear. “See you at seven- thirty,” he said.


I had just finished putting the final touches on the painted border when my BlackBerry rang.

I clattered down the ladder, paintbrush still in hand, lavender paint splattered on the old shirt I wore to protect my clothes. When I glanced at the clock I was surprised to see how late it was. I’d have to hurry to get cleaned up before Sandy got home.

“Hello,” I said on the fourth ring.

But it wasn’t Sandy. It was Birdie Baleau, a woman who had recently moved to New York from Texas, and was like no New Yorker I had ever met. We had become fast friends almost instantly.

“Congratulations!” Birdie squealed on the phone, like we were still in middle school. “I just heard about your promotion to senior editor!” I fell into a chair and kicked my feet up on the desk as we talked and laughed, excited over this new phase in my career. When I got off the phone, I tried my husband again, but his voice mail was still full.

I showered, then poured myself a glass of wine, found my iPod and cranked up a crazy mix as I danced through the apartment. “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” by the Beach Boys. Harry Nilsson’s “The Puppy Song.” Adam Lambert’s “No Boundaries.”

Then “Broken” by Life house.

I didn’t remember downloading the song to my playlist. But I closed my eyes and sang to the century- old walls, twirling, arms wide open, head thrown back. My life felt full, my career soaring, a simple happiness wrapping around me as if there could be no stopping me.

An hour later, Sandy still hadn’t shown up. I told myself there was no reason to worry. He had been late before. But another hour passed, then two, and still Sandy hadn’t called.

At some level had I known? Had I remembered the premonition, had I thought of the song, but refused to assign meaning to it? Maybe, maybe not. All I know is that I danced and sang in my bright yellow room while snow came down outside the window like thick white curtains that blocked out the view.

Reading Group Guide

1. Emily and Jordan are opposites; Jordan was their mother's favorite, and Emily always knew this. Does your personality in some way balance or counter balance your sibling's personality? Your parent's? While being the less favorite child can be difficult, are there any advantages? Disadvantages to being the favorite?

2. Sandy Portman was a dog of a man while he was living, and he had to become a dog in order to learn how to be a true man. Do you agree with Sandy's ultimate fate at the end of the book? Do you think Einstein/Sandy changes gradually over the course of book, or just in the end? How so?

3. Emily says: "[Althea], like my mother, gave up pieces of herself in an attempt to fit into a world that didn't accept her as she was. . . ." Both Sandy's and Emily's mothers came of age during the birth of modern feminism, and each tried to lead a life that was true to who she wanted to be—ultimately paying a price for her choices. Do you feel women in this day and age can really have it all, dreams, work, and family? Do you think you see or saw your parents clearly, for who they are rather than who you want them to be?

4. Max is younger than Emily by a few years, but in many ways feels older. What made him wiser than his years? Compare Max and Sandy—how were they different? Similar? What did Emily see and need in both of them?

5. In many ways, it seems that Emily is more devastated about Sandy's cheating than by his death. Why is this? Do you think it's true to how people feel? How did Einstein help Emily recover from both—Sandy's death and his cheating—indifferent ways?

6. When Emily was a child, she almost drowned in the ocean, but was washed up on the beach at the last moment; she wondered then if God had looked inside her and considered her "worth saving." The idea of saving others or being saved is an important part of Emily and Sandy/Einstein's stories; Sandy feels that Emily saved him when he first met her and then she saves him again from being killed as a dog. Discuss what saving or rescuing means for these characters. How does it play into and define each of their lives? Do you feel that you've ever been rescued? Or rescued someone?

7. Emily thought she knew her husband, Sandy, but didn't fully. Do you feel it's possible to truly know a spouse or significant other? Do you think you know yours? Does he or she ever surprise you? Tell you a story about their past that you didn't realize had occurred?

8. Second chances are an important theme in Emily and Einstein; each character goes through a transformation of some sort, and feels the need for a new start. Describe these moments for each of them. If you were given a chance to look back on your life and do something over, would you? What might you notice about yourself and your choices that you wouldn't otherwise?

9. Emily runs the New York City marathon in order to find herself after the shock of losing her husband—and to honor Sandy. How is this decision representative of her story as a whole? Do you think it's possible to truly shake the past free or come to terms with it in order to move forward? Have you ever done something drastic, like run a marathon, with the same goal in mind?

10. Consider Einstein's line toward the end: "I had wanted to punish her for going for what she wanted regardless of the cost to herself." He says that he was jealous of her faith in something beyond what he could see. What do you think this means? How does it fit into the larger themes of the book? Do you think this difference of perception might be the reason Sandy and Emily were together, or the reason their relationship failed—or both?

11. Do you think that Emily makes the right career decision at the end of the book? Why or why not?

12. "Home" plays a central role in this story—ideas of the perfect home, the homes we make for ourselves, or the ones we're given. What do you think "home" means to Emily? To Sandy? To Jordan? Do their different needs or opinions clash? What does "home" mean to you?

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RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Review by Kate: For some reason, I have been putting off reviewing this book that I have given 5 stars! I actually would love to be able to sit down and read it again, it was so good, with a good message, too (see favorite quotes below). However, writing a review for this story would give it away, I think. If you have read any of the other reviews, you will know what happens (but I won't be the one to tell you!). I loved Linda Francis Lee's Devil in the Junior League and found it hilarious! This story, however, is a little bit different. It is more poignant, a little sadder, but with a happy ending. Emily is widowed only after four years of marriage. She is devastated, as she thought she had the perfect marriage. However, it turned out the night that her husband was killed in a freak accident on the streets of New York, that he was on his way to divorce her. Emily had no idea that the situation was at this point.the separation. In her grief, she rescues a dog whom she calls Einstein. There are some very funny antics with Einstein (like the box of Lucky Charms), plus Einstein has issues of his own. He is trying to make sure that Emily moves on in her life, but it is rather difficult for him to do as he is in a dog's body. Emily works in publishing and has an immediate supervisor who is out only for herself, to include taking credit for Emily's latest find in the book world. Throw on top of this Emily's younger, and flighty, sister who comes to stay with Emily after her husband dies. Her sister needs money, so she tries to convince Emily to buy her book that she is writing on their 'famous' mother, Lillian Barlow, a feminist. Emily is doing all she can to hold her life together. She is trying not to get sacked at work when they bring in a new president who is known for turning failing businesses around. She is trying to keep her apartment that her husband promised her, but has to fit his mother and lawyer to try to keep it. Emily is also trying to figure out what to do with her younger sister, who seems to want to do anything but write the book she proposed in the first place. Did I mention the hot Navy SEAL who lives upstairs? This is a story of loss, finding oneself, helping others, a snobbish dog with weird tastes in music, and running a marathon. It was very well written and beautifully paced. There are several twists to the story, as it is written alternately from Emily's and Einstein's view point. Read it, before it's too late! Read it, and learn their story! Quote: "It is regret that kills, the 'if onlys' that leave the mortal wounds. In order to live a life truly worth living you had to have strength in the face of adversity, patience when confronted with challenge, and bravery in the face of fear."
Ayane More than 1 year ago
I didn't know what to expect when I bought this book. What I found was a good story about the need for redemption and second chances. I enjoyed getting to know the characters and all of their flaws. The story itself requires a little leap of faith, but it's one you're willing to make to see how the characters evolve. This is an enjoyable read that I would recommend to any book lovers looking to get lost in a good book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Absolutely loved this book. It was cute! Quick read and I love how the author tells the story from both Emily and einsteins side in different sections. Adorable! And a true story about second chances. I was crying at the end. Maybe because i can relate to the loss of a lover and pet. Highly recommended.
Aradanryl More than 1 year ago
Cute cover, heartwarming story. Wasn't sure what to expect but I really enjoyed it. A relaxing read that kept me interested with unexpected twists and turns. Recommend for book clubs, there are plenty of issues that could be discussed. Be sure to have a tissue handy for the ending. For sensitive readers: the gratuitous sex marred this a little for me. Note: This book was provided through the GoodReads First Read program with the expectation of an honest review. My opinions are my own.
Tanya2011 More than 1 year ago
This one definitely deserves 4.5 stars. I received an arc of 'Emily and Einstein' from Librarything. This is a wonderful novel of second chances. The main characters are Emily, her husband Sandy and Einstein. I love dog stories and Einstein is one special dog. The book is released on 3/1 and I highly recommend reading it.
ChrisSNJ More than 1 year ago
Emily And Einstein is a powerfully moving and emotional journey into self-awareness, new found love and second chances. I was captivated at the prologue and could not put the book down. I applaud Linda Francis Lee. Emily and Einstein a brilliantly written and unique story like no other with many unexpected surprises... I found myself moved to tears in one moment and laughing in next. This is one book that will touch your heart and stay with you long after finishing it. I highly recommend it as a must read.
tommygrrl723 More than 1 year ago
I must admit, that I bought this book a while ago. I picked it up once before, but it just didn't grab my attention, so I put it back down. I picked it up again, because it felt like a 'summery', dare I say 'beach read' type of book. That being said, this time around...it just clicked with me. I read and enjoyed this book. The characters were interesting, and pretty well developed. At times the story-line started slowing down and the direction of the plot-line became obvious at times, but the writing and genuine interest in the characters, and what would happen to them, kept me reading. Warning: get some tissues for the ending, as I shed a few toward the end. All in all, If you are expecting just a light, fluffy, chick lit, or a summery, beach read, this may be a book for you, but be aware that this book also has depth that makes you think/ponder about the intricacies of life and the people that touch us. This book truly is about second chances and what we do with those precious moments/challenges, do we let those second chances inspire us to do and try new things, or will they discourage us and throw us back into despair? I would rate this book 4-4 1/2 stars.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just don't like the style of alternating chapters between the two main characters, but will look for more of Ms Lee's books.  The story line was intriguing, just don't like the style.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book. I loved the dog's point of view. First time reading this author.
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ILgirl07 More than 1 year ago
A book about second chances and a cute dog! What else could you want in a summer novel? Love Linda Francis Lee's writing and this one is definitely a winner!
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The story was somewhat enjoyable. I found myself not getting into the Einstein chapters because the guy/dog was a jerk. I didn't feel bad that he was stuck in a dogs body. I didn't care what happened to him in the end either. I question the reality of a 27 year old - Max the boyfriend- being a big shot investment man in the twin towers, experiencing 911, joining they Navy because of it, training for the Navy Seals, spending time in Afghanistan, leaving the Navy and coming home. Seems like a lot for a 4-5year window if that. But, Max didn't play a big part. I would mention the book to a friend. Don't know if I would push it on them.
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SeeScoutRun More than 1 year ago
This book was so unusual and entertaining to read. I often think I learn more from reading fiction than non-fiction, and this book proves that. Full of wisdom, wit, life lessons and love. I will be giving this book for birthdays and holidays for months to come. Highly recommend you read this and when you finish you will be thinking about it for days.
PhDrSeuss More than 1 year ago
i don't know the last time i read a book in less than 2 1/2 days cause thats what i did w/this 1. it was hard to put down. i luv einstein whos a very smart/intelligent dog because @ 1 time he was not only human but emilys husband (now reincarnated 4 a special reason). emily is an e-z goin woman who i see wont give up. w/out einstein her life wouldnt have turned out b n as it did. i must say that her life got better & better as the story went on. only thing i that was sad was at the end .... its worth the buy
BookBobBP More than 1 year ago
This book was a real feel good novel. I picked this book up on a rainy weekend and could not put it down. I loved how the author describes the Dakota. I liked all the characters including Sandy who redeems himself in the end.
MsErlybird More than 1 year ago
I read a review that indicated that the book was predictable, but I bought it anyway. I am glad I did. It's not just a story about a dog and its owner. (But the dog/owner story is great!) Good novel about second chances, some obvious, some given, others taken. The road(s) to redemption and change take a interesting turns, and the scenery isn't bad. I couldn't wait to finish it, and I just might read it again when I need a pick-me-up.
grandmareadsalot More than 1 year ago
You will think WTH!!!!! You will laugh out loud!!!! You will cry!!!! This was the most amazing story. Totally off the wall but wish it could really happen. LOVED IT!!!!!!!!
JezzaBelle More than 1 year ago
After losing her husband, NYC editor Emily Portman loses herself. She tries to bury herself in her work, but finds herself behind on deadlines and at a loss for new ideas. The accidental discovery that her life with her husband, Sandy, was a lie causes Emily to turn to her newly adopted pet for comfort and strength. Increasing calls from her in-laws lawyer, the threat of losing of her apartment, and a surprise visit from her irresponsible little sister further complicate Emily's days, and the ruggedly handsome new neighbor muddies her thoughts. And while Emily can't quite put her finger on it, there is definitely something weird going on with her dog, Einstein. This book was nothing like what I was expecting, and I'm glad. This was a fresh take on learning to love and trust and I'm glad I took the risk.
krazymama_98 More than 1 year ago
I did the audio version of Emily & Einstein. I believe that only added to this story. While its interesting, quick moving and emotional. Hearing the voices of the the characters, one character in particular, enhanced my enjoyment of this story. Its really not a silly, childish story with animals. Its very grown up, fun and even a little magical.
FeatheredQuillBookReviews More than 1 year ago
In New York City, under a gunmetal gray sky, Sandy Portman walks into his office, takes his messages from his secretary and, unfortunately, doesn't check his voicemail or even take a gander at the message from his wife. Sandy is part of one of the 'old-money' New York families - a historic group who've owned the investment firm of Regal Bay for years. Sandy has always had everything he's ever wanted and if he didn't have it, he found a way to get it. One of those 'things gotten' was his wife, Emily. But now, on this night, he is headed to pick up his wife and ask her for a divorce. Emily is a fantastic lady who is an editor at a publishing house and volunteers her time at the Upper West Side Animal Clinic. As she sits inside on this snowy, frightful evening, Emily feels empowered. Her life is an absolute joy and she's surrounded with a husband who loves her - even though their marriage is, at times, a bit strained. She also lives in the fabulous historic Dakota building in Manhattan, and she has just completed a painting project that gives the place an even more stunning beauty than it had before. She's waiting on her husband to arrive, hoping that Sandy received her message that stated she wouldn't be volunteering tonight at the clinic so he could just head home. But Sandy is out there on that snowy street. The night is god-awful, and he wonders why this strange, wiry-haired little dog is running in the road. When a car accident happens, Sandy is absolutely horrified - especially as he stands above his own body watching himself die. When a little man with white hair appears beside Sandy and tells him he can continue to live - but there's one very big catch - Sandy jumps at it, only to find himself in a very strange body, with a very strange mission. This incredible book is told by two very different points of view - a dog who wants nothing more than to 'speak' with his master; and, a woman who looks back over the past as secrets begin to unfold that reveal the fact that her life was a total lie. The little dog named Einstein who, for some reason, Emily takes home with her after the tragic events of that snowy night, becomes her friend, confidant, protector, and a little beast at times. Add in a new love, a sister who is as 'off-her-rocker' as she can get, and a memoir of a mom who was an outspoken feminist who didn't believe in the power of men, and this book becomes one of the best of 2011. It is no surprise that this incredible, entertaining, heartfelt, charming, and slightly supernatural book comes from the 'pen' of Linda Francis Lee. This author has, again and again, proven herself to be a fantastic storyteller who creates tales that will stick in the minds of readers and fans for generations to come. Quill Says: Brilliant writing, brilliant characters, and a story that truly makes dogs look like a 'woman's best friend.'
SharonRedfern More than 1 year ago
I am a big Linda Francis Lee fan. Her previous novels combine romance and humor and are the kind you say-oh that was cute- when you are done reading them. Not so this novel, which makes you think about your preception of people. The premise- wife cheated on, nasty in laws, husband trying for redemption, has been done before. This book, however, took it to another level. Emily has been cheated on, but she was so oblivious to problems in the marriage that you want to give her a good talking to. Sandy, the deceased husband, is so self absorbed you don't feel sorry for his death in the beginning of the book. Sandy's mother is a bit of a stereotype, but in this book it works. All of the characters have to grow up and see the reality of the world around them. Emily has a chance to become a person who confronts her problems rather than creating a happy little fantasy world. She gets a second chance for happiness and it's based on a real understanding of her feelings and what the other person is all about. Sandy has to learn that he was so selfish that he caused his own unhappiness and didn't care about causing other's as well. Being reincarnated as a dog is perfect because he was a dog as a human! Appropriately, he becomes more human as a dog than he was as a man. It's a hard lesson for him to learn and he doesn't get it right the first couple of times. And, we learn why the nasty MIL became that way. I have to say that this book made me cry. Even though the characters were not totally sympathetic, I found myself rooting for them- even the nasty MIL. The ending was satisfying on many levels.
dhaupt More than 1 year ago
Emily Barlow lived in the shadow of her feminist mother and against her mother's beliefs gave love a try. She met and fell in love with handsome Sandy Portman who came complete with wealth and pedigree, then a tragic accident makes her life spiral toward devastation and pretty soon she's questioning the choices she's made. Sandy Portman had it all, a wife who adored him a posh Central Park apartment, a job with his family's firm, a family with prestige and the prosperity that came with it. He comes to find out through divine intervention that he is not all that he thinks, and he finds himself given another chance to make things right but little does he know that this chance will come with complications, complications that he may not be able to overcome. Linda Francis Lee has this little story to tell, she tells it with humor, with pain and with intense feelings that her readers will experience all of plus a few more as they read this incredibly touching, amazingly thought provoking tale. She tells it with a narrative that mixes whimsy and prose and her plot gives her audience a very It's A Wonderful Lifesque feel to it complete with angels and consequences. But it's her characters that steal the show and they run the gamut from wickedness to pure of heart. Her protagonist Emily is a woman that any female can identify with from any walk of life because we've all at one time or another experienced a form of her pain. Her other star is Einstein, and what a star he is, you have this complex, complicated and huge personality stuffed inside this small wiry dog. And the magic starts the very first time the author relays the dog's thoughts and words and how she got into that perspective is just one part of the mystique of this wonderful story. Her co-stars are a booklover's dream team and they are portrayed in such a way as to really intimate them to you as a reader. It's a love story on so many different levels, it's a romance, it's a coming of age again tale, it's about new beginnings and restitution and about moving on and leaving the past behind. But most of all it's about faith and it's about hope. I have to admit that this is my first read by Ms. Lee, but let me assure you it's far from my last. If you love to be entertained but informed at the same time, if you love novels that give life lessons, or if you simply love a story that's filled with remarkable characters and a plot that literally sings, then sink your teeth into this one. It's a must read for all ages the only requirement is that you "believe".
harstan More than 1 year ago
They seem to live the perfect lives on Manhattan's Upper West Side; few obtain entrance let alone an apartment in the Dakota Building, but his family's old money provided the key. Sandy Portman is a businessman while his lover Emily Barlow is a book editor. Their idyllic life together ends in tragedy as Sandy dies after being hit by a car. Even before he is buried, Emily learns her marriage was based on lies. Besides being evicted from the Dakota, she learns the vast duplicity of the husband she cherished. Before she can consider closure, she needs the truth as to who Sandy Portman was. Adopting a mangy dog she names Einstein due to his high intelligence as her companion, Emily begins her odyssey unaware that the mutt at her side is Sandy who cannot move on in the after life without atoning for his sins with his beloved whose soul is shattered further by what she learns about him. Emily and Einstein is an engaging redemption tale starring a remorseful spirit-canine and a grieving heroine. The linear story line is fun to follow though lacks any shockers. Mindful of Spielberg's Always, fans will enjoy Sandy's efforts to save Emily's soul from the destruction he caused to her. Harriet Klausner