Bestselling author Kris Radish delves deeply into the emotions of five very different women who are thrown together by chance—only to discover that they have more in common than they ever could have imagined.
Holly Blandeen has always cherished the story her grandmother told her about the thread that connects all women, tying them forever in sisterhood. It’s a beautiful idea, but with all the curveballs life has thrown her way, Holly has often felt isolated, different from other women. That starts to change when she meets four strangers in an airport and they agree to share a luxury hotel suite because a powerful spring storm is barreling across the country, stranding travelers from California to Florida. What begins as a spur-of-the-moment decision becomes an unlikely, unexpected, and sometimes reluctant exercise in female bonding, as these five exceptional women—each at a crossroads—swap stories, share secrets, and seek answers to the questions they’ve been asking about life, love, and the path to true happiness. A storm may have grounded them for the moment, but after this wild adventure in which anything can and does happen, they’ll never have to fly solo again.
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About the Author
Kris Radish, author of six novels, now lives in the San Francisco Bay area, where she is at work on her new novel, which Bantam will publish in 2010.
Date of Birth:September 18, 1953
Place of Birth:Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Education:B.A., University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, 1975
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Hearts on a StringA Novel
By Kris Radish
BantamCopyright © 2010 Kris Radish
All right reserved.
Early Sunday Afternoon
he soft rumble of the toilet sucks away the people, places, events, and details of her life as Nan’s iPhone slips from her pocket. It splashes into the white porcelain toilet in Airside A at Tampa International Airport and turns Nan Telvid into a woman possessed. “Son-of-a-bitch!” Nan screams as she bends at the waist, drives her hand into the toilet bowl, and tries to rescue her lifeline. Then, “Shit!” she yells as she begins kicking the pedestal of the toilet.
The four other women in the restroom freeze as if someone has just slapped them. Then they turn to face Nan’s stall. Two are at the sinks, hands dripping. One has just walked out of the stall next to Nan’s. The fourth woman clutches her lipstick as if it is a weapon. She takes a timid step forward.
Whatever is going on in stall number three sounds serious. It’s early afternoon on the first Sunday in April and every single one of these five women would rather be anywhere but in the bathroom across from the Jose Cuervo Tequileria in yet another airport. The busy terminal is a madhouse of men, women, and children coming to the beach, leaving the beach, heading back to reality after another interminable business trip, or just leaving for one. And all the women in this bathroom at this particular moment could suddenly turn vicious from the stress of simply standing still amidst the swirling masses. The now ancient joys of airplane travel, minus airport bars, have all but vanished for them.
The profane woman in the center stall obviously needs help and the brassy blonde with the lipstick in her hand makes the first move.
“Nan, what in the world is going on in there?”
The blonde clicks her lipstick shut, throws it into a purse large enough to hold a small child, and pushes her bony hip into the side of the metal door. “Nan?”
“I dropped my damn phone into the toilet and it’s wedged down there,” comes the snarl on the other side of the door. “I bet Steve Jobs never bothered to measure the width of a public toilet drain when he designed this wonderful phone,” Nan seethes.
“Open the door,” the blonde commands.
The women can hear Nan step backward, unclick the door, and then, before the blonde can move, one of the women at the sink shouts, “Nobody flush!”
The other two women move without thinking to block the other stalls in case someone new comes into the bathroom.
“I dated a commercial plumber once,” the woman at the sink shares. “He told me the suction from these public toilets could rip off my underwear if more than a few of them were flushed at the same time. My name’s Patti, by the way.”
Patti has a voice that demands attention. It’s a throaty, sexy rumble that would make even a dying man want to take off his clothes. Nan decides right away that Patti’s either a singer or has been working as a test smoker for a tobacco company most of her life. She looks like she’s pushed past sixty but she’s one of those older women who clearly gets more attractive daily. Patti the plumbing expert has on a two-piece blue suit that looks hand-stitched; whoever dyes her hair is a goddess because the specks of gray blend perfectly with her light brunette tones; her bracelets, necklace, and rings are lovely strands of gold; and there’s a funky bold scarf around her neck that says, “I’m hip but don’t push your luck, honey.”
“I’m Cathy,” the blonde says. “Do you by chance have any plumbing tools in your purse?”
“No, sweetie,” Patti answers, without blinking an eyelash. “The plumber took his tools with him when he left. And let me tell you, he didn’t need a very big bag when he packed.”
One of the women guarding two other stalls starts to laugh, just as a newcomer pushes into the restroom, sees Nan, Cathy, and Patti standing in one stall and two other women with their backs pressed flat against two of the other five stall doors, as if they are about to be frisked. The newcomer freezes. “Is this a kind of restroom theatrical play or something?” the woman at the door asks. “Can I pee in here?”
“We’re having a bit of a crisis,” the woman who’d laughed tells her. “It’s probably best if you go down the hall. There’s a bathroom right across from Sam Snead’s Grill & Tavern. They’re having a pre-boarding happy hour that I highly recommend.”
“Well, aren’t you a fun group,” the woman at the door snips as she turns away. “You five look like a bunch of fruitcakes.”
Everyone laughs but Nan. Patti peels off her jacket, hands it to Cathy, and orders someone to figure out how to block the door before another cranky woman with a full bladder tries to pop in.
“I’ll do it,” the laughing woman tells Patti. “I’m Margo.”
“That leaves me.” The fifth woman speaks so softly it’s almost impossible to hear her. “I’m Holly.”
“Nice hair,” Margo says, looking at Holly’s wispy spikes and lovely frosted tips. The curves of Holly’s hair seem to dance perfectly whenever she moves her head.
“I did it myself. I’m a hairstylist.”
“Okay, girls,” Patti announces. “Enough about the hair already. Let’s think about this. I’m a bit older than most of you but even I’m addicted to my damn cell phone, especially when I travel. Not so much when I’m not on the road, but unfortunately I travel a lot. I do have to tell you that for three cents I’d throw my phone in there. Phones are nothing but a waste of time, unless, of course, you really need one.”
Margo asks if anyone has gum or anything sticky in their purse. She yanks a piece of paper out of a notebook, scrawls Closed for Repairs on it. When Holly hands her a stick of gum, she chews it for a second, sticks it on the back of the note, and thumps it on the outside door. Margo is about as big as a large toothpick but somehow she pushes a big garbage can against the door so no one else can open it.
Holly with the perfect hair looks as if she’s spotted a dead relative. She’s trying very hard to decide what to do. She turns nervously to look at herself in the mirror and wonders how these women, all obviously older and more capable, see her. What she sees is a sort of slightly overweight woman under the age of thirty with really great hair who wouldn’t know how to fix a toilet, keep intruders out of a bathroom, or organize a bunch of unknown frequent flyers to do any or all of the above if someone held a gun to her head.
“Geez,” she mutters under her breath, not loud enough for any of the others to hear her. She’s thinking that from the looks of things each of these women has more of a life than she does. Styling hair in Aberdeen, Ohio, is probably not on any Top Ten List of career experiences. Holly darts her eyes from one woman to the next and assumes she is not just outclassed but already in over her head and she’s not even near the toilet bowl.
“Hey,” Patti says, turning to look at Holly. “Can you hold the stall door open while Margo there guards the garbage can?”
Holly obediently pushes her weight against the door. Patti is now standing in front of the toilet, hands on hips, looking exactly as if she’d pee like a man if she had the proper equipment. Nan is to her right, hands dripping toilet water and red in the face from panic and anger. Cathy straddles the bowl. Holly can now see why the poor woman who’d simply wanted to go to the bathroom looked so terrified.
“You two know each other?” Patti asks, looking from Cathy to Nan.
“Kind of,” Cathy answers. “I’ve actually met Nan’s husband through work. I was just throwing down some wine at the bar across the hall and there was Nan, sitting right next to me.”
“We just started talking—you know, about what a small world it is and stuff like that,” Nan adds impatiently. “What about my phone?”
“So you don’t know if Nan here regularly drops her phones into the toilet?” Patti cannot help herself. She breaks out into a huge smile.
“That’s a stupid question.” Nan is now clearly even more irritated.
Margo momentarily moves away from her trash can–guarding duties. She tells Nan it’s not really a stupid question because she herself happens to have three teenagers and she washes their iPods and phones and other electronic devices all the time.
Patti looks at her and ignores the part about her washing her electronics.
“Three teenagers? Are you serious? I hope you were at the bar too.”
Margo informs Patti she was down the hall at Snead’s, throwing back gin and tonics. It wasn’t so much because of the teenagers, she shares, as it is the six days she just spent visiting her parents in their trailer park community, her father’s inability not to fall down every two hours, and the fact that even though Margo’s pushing forty her mother showed her how to vacuum and put dishes properly into the dishwasher every damn day she was visiting. Not to mention the number of times she was almost killed by bald men driving golf carts.
“Am I the only one who wasn’t at a bar?” Holly asks bravely in her whisper-thin voice.
“I was on my way there when I made this unfortunate pit stop,” Patti confesses. “Let’s get back to the phone here, sugar. If we do get it out of the toilet, it probably won’t work, unless you have a freezer or an oven handy. One of those is supposed to fix a wet phone, but I can never remember which. I just throw my cell away when this happens to me.”
Margo then announces that she has figured out you can wash a variety of cell phones and iPods four times before they quit working, because she’s done that with numerous devices. She says she’s afraid to tell Apple, for fear they’ll make the iPod less waterproof.
“Grab us some paper towels,” Patti orders Margo, ignoring the phone-washing update. “Girls, I think we should try and get that damn thing out of there for Nan. I’ve read where some phones survive even in the ocean. Is there good stuff on that phone, Nan?”
Nan opens her eyes as wide as saucers. She raises up her hands, spreads her fingers. She looks half-crazy.
“I’m in banking,” she tells the other women. “Investments. I have clients all over the country. Do not ask me if I backed everything up yesterday or the day before, when I was in so many meetings I wanted to puke. It’s not life-or-death down there,” she says, moving her head in the direction of the submerged phone, “but if there’s a chance we can save it, I’m going back in. And besides, I hate to give up, you know?”
Holly wonders if she should say something. After Nan the banker’s words, the other women have all grown quiet—probably thinking about their lost investments during the past few years, through the fall and rise and fall and finally the rise yet again of the economy. Leaning against the stall door, Holly feels like a money virgin. The economic mess didn’t affect her too much because she’s never had anything to affect. When the economy hit bottom, her clients would have sold their husband’s last pair of shoes so they could still come in for their cuts and colors. And Holly’s one-bedroom condo could probably fit inside of Nan’s car. Leftover money in the bank or for buying stocks and bonds? Aberdeen is not exactly the high-tipping capital of the world.
What she really wants to say is, “It’s a phone, for pity’s sake! Yank it out, flush it down, let me have a go at it with one of my hairbrushes, or call a plumber—but it’s just a phone.”
But she’s silent. Patti appears to be the one who’s in charge of phone wrangling and Holly’s a little afraid of this stranger with her gravelly voice and bossy manner. Holly would never have the courage, she knew, to drink alone at an airport bar. Tomorrow she’d be right back in flipping Ohio chopping hair and begging a client to try a new hairstyle after having the same bangs for twenty-five years. Why in the hell couldn’t she break out of her own airport routine and go to a bar alone?
Patti finally breaks the spell by saying, “Girls, should we flush Banker Nan?”
“Let’s take a vote,” Margo pipes up, clearly feeling the effects of her trip to the happy hour bar.
Cathy, still straddling the toilet, doesn’t move.
Nan sucks in her breath. She is about to let all four of them have it when Patti leans toward her, jabs her shoulder, and tells her she’s just kidding. Investment jokes are already passé, she assures Nan, what with those Obama kids now loping toward adolescence, the rebirth of the stock market, and people realizing it’s just as much fun to read or go to a state park as it is to buy one more damn telephone or fly to Paris.
Despite Patti’s pseudo apology, Nan snaps. She suddenly pushes Patti aside and plunges her hands into the toilet again, trying not to think about who may have been in this particular stall just before her. Water splashes onto her arms, drips down the side of the toilet, and creeps toward her expensive leather high heels. She gags and backs up.
Patti starts laughing.
“It’s clean water, really,” Patti snorts. “The inside of your mouth is probably dirtier, honey.”
Margo starts to laugh too and so, to her own surprise, does Holly. Cathy decides to side with Nan and says she gives her barmate credit for at least trying. “Give her a break, people,” Cathy barks. “I think the shoes cost more than the phone.”
Patti has on lovely well-built but trendy open-toe shoes, Margo is wearing dark green cork-soled sandals even though she knows her feet will freeze when she gets off the plane in frozen Wisconsin. Holly has on her traveling Nikes.
Patti has an idea, but now she wants to see what the big shot with the fancy shoes and the skinny-ass and very fit blonde who looks like a hip version of a woman she once met in Hollywood (who turned out to be a classy hooker) can contribute to this phone retrieval ceremony.
“What did you say you did again?” Patti asks Cathy.
“I didn’t say. But I work for Wendy’s.”
“Wendy’s? The fast-food Wendy’s?” Holly asks, thinking Cathy absolutely does not look like a Wendy’s kind of gal.
“I’m upper-level management. Development and special events.”
“I’ll bet you are,” Patti mutters as she puts her hands on her hips.
“What the hell does that mean?” Cathy is clearly offended.
Margo’s thinking. She still has more than an hour before her flight boards. That could mean at least two more gin and tonics, and instead here she is, in a women’s restroom with a bunch of strangers, arguing about how to help some brassy chick get her phone out of a toilet.
“This looks like a scene from a sitcom, for heaven’s sake,” Margo says, loud enough to get their attention. “Everyone but Holly seems to be just the other side of tense. Looks to me like we are all just trying to help. Does anyone have an idea about getting the phone out of that toilet so we can get back to our lives and I can go back to the bar before I have to get on the damn airplane?”
Nan suggests they take a few minutes, just for the hell of it, to see if there’s anything, like maybe a hanger, in one of their carry-on bags that she can use to leverage the phone out of its watery nesting spot.
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Reading Group Guide
1. Would you be brave enough to have a conversation with a woman you didn't know in an airport restroom?
2. Have you ever met someone, at a coffee shop, work, or a social event and immediately felt at home or as if you had an instant, friend-like connection?
3. This book was released right around the time the Icelandic volcano erupted and stranded travelers all over the world. Although something similar happens in this book, can you imagine what your response might be if you were stranded?
4. All of the women in this novel, in spite of their misgivings, decided to take a chance and room with strangers. Can you see yourself taking such a risk?
5. Besides their carry-on luggage, each of the women in this story has some personal excess baggage. Do you think this is true of most women? How about yourself?
6. Kris Radish loves to deal with the possible in her novels. In Hearts on a String the notion of psychics is part of the story. What are your feelings about people who may have special gifts?
7. Until the storm in the book begins to rage, the women all seem reluctant to open up and trust. Often, in real life, it takes something unexpected—a moment, an event, another person—for someone to move forward and release what they’ve been holding back. Do you agree with this?
8. Celebrating life and living—not simply existing—is an important message in this book as well as in other Radish novels. How could you join the party and celebrate your own life in ways that you are not currently celebrating?
9. Change always involves risk. Do you think as women grow older that they are better able to handle the consequences of what might happen (or not happen) when they decide to change? If not, why?
10. Would you be brave enough to form a chapter of the Estrogen Defense League in your own town? If so what would your meetings be like?
11. Do you believe, as Kris Radish does, that all women are connected? If so, in what ways?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
What happens when five women who are strangers meet in an airport bathroom, and after being stranded by a surprise storm, decide to get a suite together in a five-star hotel? Well it could have been a fun story, full of women finding out how much they have in common, laughing at each others stories, reveling in their womanhood, motherhood and sisterhood. Instead the majority of the story wound up being a bunch of nagging and nit-picking women constantly griping at one another, rolling their eyes, bemoaning their decisions to ever share a room with one another. Patti was probably the most likable of the characters for me initially, although later on Holly became quite likable as well, and over time you begin to see the appeal of each woman. After all, we are all beautiful in all of our flawed glory! The characters were developed quite fully, so that I could begin to identify with them. We've all known these women in our lives. Most of us would see a little of ourselves in each of them. It was probably the middle of this story that I enjoyed the most. My problem in the beginning was the constant nit-picking and griping by all of the women. About halfway through the story, the plot just took a pretty preposterous turn. At that point, soon after losing my annoyance with the characters for their intolerance of one another (and soon after enjoying the turn in the characters attitudes), I became instead annoyed with the author for throwing so many different storylines into the story that it became the "Perfect Storm" of preposterousness. I had great hopes for this story, but in the end it was just "eh".
As much as I wanted to love this book, it did not happen. The simple thread of the story was often lost behind too many characters and too much story. For my full review check out my blog here: http://kimmyblair.wordpress.com/2010/03/21/hearts-on-a-string-a-novel-by-kris-radish/
The extreme weather conditions running across much of the country shuts down the Tampa International Airport. Five women waiting for flights meet and agree to share a luxury suite at a nearby hotel on the beach. Tense Nan arranges the stay. Joining her are Vegas lounge act Patti, house-mom of three teens Margo, reticent Buckeye hair stylist Holly and sex oozing Cathy. Each shares their personal tale of triumphs and much more defeats. However, the encounter rejuvenates each of the females; as they make more than just make due of a bad situation; instead being grounded has helped them become grounded. Each one of the fearsome fab five females has a distinct personality that in turn makes their sisterhood bonding that much stronger. However, instead of only focusing on the quintet's personal life sagas; subplots also involve psychics and secret agents that detract from the group. Still fans of Kris Radish will enjoy being grounded by weather in Tampa with the Hearts on a String quintet. Harriet Klausner
Hearts on a String is a novel about five women who meet in a most unlikely way in an airport restroom. They find themselves stuck at the airport and decide to stay in a hotel suite together until the storm that has stranded them there has passed. What ensues is a lot of bickering, shallow conversations and then, at the last moment, a bonding that seemed as unlikely as the rest of the circumstances in the book. It isn't the worst book I've ever read, but the writing is awkward and you get the impression that it's a novel that's been dictated verbally in a sort of stream-of-consciousness manner. The characters have more secrets than people in the real world usually have (high crime, secret government agents, murder, and psychics all in one room, really? Is that a cross-section of five of your friends?) and fight so much that I found the bonding unlikely. This book doesn't make me inclined to read another by this author. It would be ok for a beach read, but put "voluntary suspension of disbelief" high on your list as you read it.
I received this book as one of the giveaways. it took me awhile to finally read it but it was worth the wait. I really enjoyed it. Some of the reviews say the book is unrealistic and that the author is too wordy. Maybe the premise of 5 women sharing a hotel suite during a storm is a little unrealistic, but I looked at it as something that could maybe happen with my co-workers during a blizzard or some catastrophe. People staying in close quarters, even best friends, are bound to get on each other's nerves. I like the women- each one had her own very separate personality and also a secret. During the course of the hotel stay, the women learn much about each other. When the book ended, I wanted to keep reading and follow the women through the next year.
I am a fan of Kris Radish and was so excited to receive Hearts on a String from Early Reviewers. The concept of women meeting randomly in a restroom was enticeing, however less believable that the plots in earlier books ( The Elegant Gathering of White Snows) (Annie Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral). I was still excited! This ended by the time these women were riding to the fancy hotel that one of the woman paid for and did not regain my interest until I got to the Texting at the End. What happens to them seems to be explained to us rather than each charactor growing. It never came alive for me and I literally forced myself to read this book because I so love the author. I have to say I was disappointed.
I won this book on the Goodreads book give-away. This is the first time I have read a pre-edited version of a book and at first it was a little distracting. I wanted to get out my red pen and proofread as I was going. Don't these typesetters know about spell check? Now I have that out of my system, I can get on with the story itself. The story was a little bizarre and unrealistic, but that kind of added to the fun. I had a little trouble getting into it in the beginning, but I just had to keep reading to find out what adventures these women were getting themselves into. The premise of the story is that there is an invisible thread that binds all women together, no matter how different they are. I thought this was really nice, because I do believe that women share that bond of sisterhood that only they understand. Five women randomly meet in an airport restroom when they try to rescue one woman's cell phone from the toilet. In the meantime, a raging storm is brewing that shuts down the airports in most of the country. One woman suggests that they all go back to her hotel suite and stay together instead of sleeping in the airport. The women range in age from early twenty-something to mid-sixties and no two of them are alike. I don't want to say anything about the plot to give it away, but I'll just tell you that nothing like this would happen in real life. I thought the book was quite entertaining and humorous in parts. Just don't try to take the book too seriously. Overall, it was a nice change of pace and a quick read
I received 'Hearts on a String' as an Early Reviewer. I was excited about the concept: 5 women, strangers, thrown together in a hotel suite to wait out the 'storm of the century'. These women have nothing in common, a fact author Kris Radish feels compelled to remind the reader of...often. What ensues is at best farfetched and at worse, convoluted prose that could really stand a strong editor. I liked the idea of this story much more than the story itself. Ms. Radish did not need to go so far. I would have been satisfied watching these women get to know, and appreciate, one another without the drama of so many outside forces. To me, what went on in the suite was so much more interesting than what went on outside of it, so much so that I found myself skimming past sections involving those outside forces. The copy I received was an unedited galley, so I am hoping, for the sake of readers, that the final version that is published next month is pruned down quite a bit. And I REALLY hope someone rethinks the ending¿readers don¿t always like it when everything is tied up nicely with a bow ¿especially when that bow is fairly unbelievable.
This book has an interesting concept though not a realistic one. It is unrealistic to think that five women would spend four days together in a hotel room after only knowing each other for less than an hour. Each of the women have secrets of their own to tell which comes out during their time together. The ending of the book though is far fetched though the relationship aspect is realistic.
Chick-lit. This book would make a great sitcom. Read it when you have a lot of time on your hands cause it takes awhile to get to know all the characters.
What happens when five women who are strangers meet in an airport bathroom, and after being stranded by a surprise storm, decide to get a suite together in a five-star hotel?Well it could have been a fun story, full of women finding out how much they have in common, laughing at each others stories, reveling in their womanhood, motherhood and sisterhood.Instead the majority of the story wound up being a bunch of nagging and nit-picking women constantly griping at one another, rolling their eyes, bemoaning their decisions to ever share a room with one another.Patti was probably the most likable of the characters for me initially, although later on Holly became quite likable as well, and over time you begin to see the appeal of each woman. After all, we are all beautiful in all of our flawed glory! The characters were developed quite fully, so that I could begin to identify with them. We've all known these women in our lives. Most of us would see a little of ourselves in each of them.It was probably the middle of this story that I enjoyed the most. My problem in the beginning was the constant nit-picking and griping by all of the women. About halfway through the story, the plot just took a pretty preposterous turn. At that point, soon after losing my annoyance with the characters for their intolerance of one another (and soon after enjoying the turn in the characters attitudes), I became instead annoyed with the author for throwing so many different storylines into the story that it became the "Perfect Storm" of preposterousness.I had great hopes for this story, but in the end it was just "eh".
This is the fourth book by Kris Radish that I have read and, like the others, deals with the relationships between women. In this story five very different women meet in an airport restroom after working together to rescue a cell phone stuck in a toilet. This chance meeting and a freak storm that closes the airport results in a shared hotel room for the duration of the storm. The bickering, bonding, drinking, eating, and mayhem that results is the real story being told.The plot is far-fetched and the characters are presented as stereotypes and yet I still cared about the characters more then I have in her other books.I did find myself wishing that the author would quit telling me how weird the situation was and get on with the story¿but maybe I am just impatient.
I have never read any of Kris Radish's work, but I have some of them on my reading lists. So I was thrilled to receive this as part of the Early Reviewers program here.The story is an interesting one, though fairly heavy - handed. Five women meet randomly in a restroom at the Tampa Airport when one of them drops her cell phone in the toilet and they help her retrieve it. Their differences are clear from the start; they come from different areas of the country, have different occupations, and all are hiding secrets. When the airport closes because of a freak weather event affecting most of the country, they impulsively decide to share a hotel suite to ride out the storm. Once ensconced in the suite, the bickering and the secrets sharing begins. Throw in some psychics and someone on the loose hurting women, and the plot is set.I call this heavy handed, because I read repeatedly about how different they are, how ridiculous the idea of spending the time together is, and just how WEIRD the whole thing is. I didn't expect to be told these things; I expected to see it being played out. By page 200 of a 340-ish page book, I expect the see the conflicts rather than read a character speak them or even think them.The plot twists were interesting and surprising, and the resolution was OK. I kind of liked the "text-a-logue" an epilogue told in text messages, to show some followup.In the end, I enjoyed this enough to continue to seek out the author's other works.
Basic premise is that 5 women meet in a restroom at an airport, try to rescue someone's telephone from a toilet, and are subsequently thrust into relationship due to a freak spring storm, all flights cancelled, and no other available hotel rooms which requires they all share an elaborate suite. Their situation is complicated by a convention of psychics and a supposed rapist/killer on the loose in their area. I struggled to read this book, thinking I owed it to the author as I got a free copy thru LibraryThing. Right away, I found the changing voice between the women almost impossible to follow -- who's talking now, is that Cathy who is a hairdresser, no, that's Holly, but why is Margo so angry? I also didn't get the basic premise. Five women, put into these circumstances, by my experience, would be extremely polite and not self-interested, at least initially. These characters all started out angry, sniping at each other and constantly agitated. I gave it about 100 pages, and gave up. Think I'll follow Nancy Pearl's advice in the future, that the number of pages I read should be 100 minus my age.
From My Blog...An endearing novel showing how women are inter-connected, Hearts on a String by Kris Radish begins with a woman explaining to her young great-granddaughter that a string connects all women, some women instinctively know and others eventually find this out. Flash forward almost thirty years to a bathroom, across from a bar in the Tampa International Airport, where investment banker Nan Telvid drops her iPhone into the toilet and soon four women, Patti, Cathy, Margo, and Holly come to her aid. While these five strangers are deciding a way to retrieve the telephone, it is announced that the airport will be shutting down due to weather. These five strangers decide to make the best of a bad situation by sharing a suite in the luxurious Rivera.While the reasoning behind how these women end up sharing a suite may appear implausible, it serves a greater purpose. Radish writes a beautiful novel full of emotions that come from five different women in different stages of their lives and from different parts of the United States coming together under stressful circumstances. It took about 45 pages to really grab my interest as everything appeared so implausible, but then I became curious as to what would happen to these women next and without warning I was nearing the end of a beautiful, heart-warming, endearing and at times painful novel of five women coming into their own and learning from each other. Each woman is described in detail throughout the novel rather than one at a time, working well with the message Radish offers her readers and by the end of the four days, it feels as thought the reader is connected to these women. Let me state upfront, had I not been asked to review this book I would have not read past the initial bathroom scene and I would have missed out on a wonderful novel. If I could change anything about the novel, it would be the ending, and not how the novel ends, as that is brilliant, but rather the formatting; it is simply a personal preference of mine.Hearts on a String is a remarkable novel of friendship, trust, blind faith, and what it means to be a woman. I noted some poor reviews and wonder if people gave up in the beginning for the reason I stated above. Please do not give up, rather keep reading, it is very much worth getting to know these five women and the gifts they offer to each other. I would recommend Hearts on a String as a wonderful summer read and would be interested to hear of any book groups who have discussed this book. I think the characters would agree this is a book to be shared.
Hearts on a String, is about 5 women who meet in an unusual way, while waiting on their flights at an airport. Their planes are delayed due to a really bad storm, and its decided they will share a room at a hotel while waiting it out. What ensues is alot of temper flares, confessions, mysterious people, and friendship that bonds them all forever. I loved this book, it will grab you and make you appreciate all the different women-friends in your life, no matter what. It's true, woman are strong, and can do it all. We are connected to each other by the heart strings.Kris Radish writes amazing books about women, friendship, and the often hilarious events in their lives. You will remember this book, and others by her.
The novel opens (after the prologue) in a restroom at the Tampa Airport. There are 5 women in the restroom when Nan, one of them, drops her phone into the toilet. Somehow, before they realize what's going on, the other 4 women have been roped into helping her get the phone out and figure out if they can get it working again. It's one of those situations where you have an instant connection with complete strangers because of an unusual situation you find yourself in. Once the phone is out, there's an announcement that the airport will be cancelling all flights due to weather problems. So these five women - Nan, Margo, Holly, Patti and Cathy - find themselves together with no where to go. Nan suggests that they all go together back to the hotel suite where she was staying while in town. For some reason they themselves don't understand, they all go then begin to wonder what they've gotten themselves into.I thought the premise for the book was fun - that there is a connection between strangers. Initially I found having 5 different women involved a little too much. It seems extra-contrived - like the book had to have a little something for everyone. I think that might be a benefit for some people, but I felt like it was a distraction - trying to figure out who was what and each of their stories. The key, for me, to any good book is caring about what happens to the characters and I just couldn't get attached to any of them.
Reading Hearts on a String by Kris Radish gives you an opportunity to be a fly on the wall in five women's lives. These five women find themselves together in a luxury suite after an unusual circumstance in an airport bathroom and a freak storm closes all the airports. What comes of this stay is a story about five women who are given an opportunity to start fresh, heal old wounds, realize true gifts and relinquish past responsibilities. While I enjoyed this book it was sometimes hard to follow since the author switched between the characters voices frequently. However I also felt like that might be true trying to keep up with a conversation in real life with five women. I liked that the storyline was not given away in the summary of the book. Allowing the reader to discover the story while reading, rather than anticipating it from the beginning.
Wow. I think most women who have ever traveled alone could relate to this story on some level. Actually, I think most women readers would find a little of themselves in each character, both good and bad, A bit unbelievable in small parts, but especially the freak weather, more work was definitely needed there, but overall a fascinating journey through the lives of these women.
According to super-librarian Nancy Pearl's "rule," readers up to age 50 need to read 50 pages in order to decide whether they like a book enough to continue. After age 50, the number equals 100 MINUS one's age. By that standard, I gave Hearts on a String a fair reading at double that number of pages. Then I went to the end to see if I wanted to get there and decided I didn't. Although I like the story idea, it's hard to slog through all the verbiage -- and Ms. Radish is a VERY wordy writer. It's as if she dictated the story, had it transcribed, and never bothered to edit for conciseness. Shame on the publisher for letting that happen. For the record, Hearts on a String is the tale of how five women of various ages and at various stages meet under improbable circumstances in the restroom of an airport that's subsequently shut down due to weather. They wind up together in a luxury hotel, forced by circumstances to stay together waiting for some epiphany that will change their lives forever and make them realize the value of female friendship -- that their hearts are tied together on a string. Life is too short to waste reading this drivel.Review based on an Early Reviewer copy.4/23/2010
I couldn't even finish it. It didn't go any where.
A group of women meet for the very first time in an airport bathroom in Florida. They seem to come together while helping one of the women retrieve her cell phone that has fallen into the toilet. Just as soon as the phone is saved an announcement shocks them all. The airport is closing due to a freak storm. No flights are going anywhere. Their choices are few, camp out in the airport with hundreds/thousands of other people for God knows how long or share a luxury hotel suite. They choose the hotel suite of course, and that is when this spur of the moment decision takes them on a very unexpected trip that could change their lives. Dollycas¿s Thoughts This was not my favorite Kris Radish book but after a slow start I really did enjoy it. This random group of women thrown together under strange circumstances and trying to cope with their huge differences was interesting, funny, sad and at times pretty unbelievable but I just went with it. Each woman was exceptional in their own way, handling some kind of stressful circumstances in each of their own lives and by sharing their stories it helped them to develop a weird type of bond. The psychic convention and another back story were a little over the top and I am not sure if these elements were even necessary to a book that may have been stronger without them. I didn¿t like this one as much as I did The Elegant Gathering of White Snows, but it¿s a engaging story of unlikely friendships.
I can not praise this book enough!! I had problems reading it at night because I couldn't help but laugh and wake my husband up. If you want a really good read that will have you laughing, sitting on the edge of your seat wondering what will happen next and at times crying then this is it.