No Time to Wave Goodbye

No Time to Wave Goodbye

by Jacquelyn Mitchard

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ISBN-13: 9780812979572
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/04/2010
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 906,081
Product dimensions: 8.18(w) x 5.22(h) x 0.53(d)

About the Author

Jacquelyn Mitchard is the New York Times bestselling author of the first Oprah’s Book Club selection, The Deep End of the Ocean, and more than a dozen other books for both adults and children. A former syndicated columnist for the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, she is a contributing editor for Parade, and her work has appeared in More, Reader’s Digest, Good Housekeeping, and Real Simple, among other publications. Mitchard lives in Wisconsin with her husband and seven children.


Hometown:

Madison, Wisconsin

Place of Birth:

Chicago, Illinois

Education:

B.A. in English, Rockford College, 1973

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Chapter One




Before dawn on the day she would finally see his first real film, Beth Cappadora slipped into the guest room and lay down on the edge of the bed where her son, Vincent, slept.  

Had she touched his hair or his shoulder, he would not have stirred. When he slept at all, Vincent slept like a man who'd fallen from a relaxed standing position after being hit on the back of the head by a frying pan. Still, she didn't take the risk. Her relationship with Vincent didn't admit of nighttime confidences, funny cards, all the trappings of the sentimental, platonic courtship between a mother and her grown boy. Instead, Beth blessed the air around his head, where coiled wisps of dark hair still sprang up as they had when he was a child.  

Show them, Vincent, she said softly. Knock 'em dead.  

Beth asked only a minor redemption-something that would stuff back the acid remarks that everyone had made about where Vincent's career of minor crime and major slough-offs would end, because it had so far outlasted the most generous boundaries of juvenile delinquency. She wished one thing itself, simple and linear: Let Vincent's movie succeed.  

That night, as she watched the film, and recognized its might and its worth, Beth had to appreciate-by then, against her will-that her wish was coming true. What she didn't realize was something that she'd learned long ago.

  Only long months from that morning did Beth, a superstitious woman all her life, realize she had forgotten that if a wish slipped like an arrow through a momentary slice in the firmament, it was free to come true any way it would. Only fools thought its trajectory could ever be controlled.  

Sixteen hours after Beth tiptoed from Vincent's bedside, a spotlight beam shined out over the seat where she sat fidgeting and craning her neck to peek at everyone else taking their seats in the Harrington Community Center Auditorium.  

Suddenly, there was Vincent, onstage. He looked up from nervously adjusting the pink tie he wore against his white shirt and twilight gray suit and said, "I have to apologize. We have a little technical glitch we need to fix and then we'll be ready. Thanks for your patience. In just a moment, the first voice you will hear is my sister, the opera singer Kerry Rose Cappadora, who also narrates this film. I'll be right back. I mean, the film will. Thanks again."  

Beth leaned forward as if from the prow of a ship. Her husband, Pat, reached out to ease her back.   "Don't jump," he teased. "You can't do this for him. It's high time, Bethie. You have to agree. Vincent's lived la vita facile too long."

  "I know," Beth agreed. Though she didn't speak Italian, she wanted to poke Pat in the ribs and not gently. Vincent earned his way, after a fashion. Vincent owned a home, after a fashion-two rooms in Venice Beach, California, that had once been a garage. Vincent had made a gourmet chocolate commercial nominated for an ADDY Award. He hadn't asked them for a dime since...well, since the last time he dropped out of college. But she said only, "You're right, of course."

  "Bethie?"  

"Yeah?"  

"Why aren't you arguing with me?" Pat asked. "What's the matter with you?" Beth shrugged, battling the urge to drag her fingers through her careful blowout: If you have to mess with your hair, Beth's friend Candy said, shake, don't rake. Pat cracked his knuckles. "Damn it," Pat said then. "Who am I trying to kid? I haven't wanted a cigarette this bad since the grease fire at the restaurant. I want to jump up on the stage and yell at everybody, This is my son's work! You better appreciate this! But we've got to give this over to him."  

"Absolutely," Beth said, her heartbeat now a busy little mallet that must be visible through her pale silk chemise.  

"You sound like a robot. Where's my wife? You could object a little," Pat said.  

"Too nervous," Beth replied.

  It was more than that, of course. Nothing that she could confide, even in Pat. For Beth was in part responsible for her son's brushes with the law and his seeming inability to finish...anything. (In part? Was she flattering herself? Once upon a time, Vincent had done everything he could, including selling a few bushels of thankfully low-order drugs, to get his mother's thousand-yard stare to focus on him.) If this film were to be worthy at all-Beth hugged herself, smiling-then this private screening for a hundred people in the rented theater of a community center would also be the long-overdue premiere of her son's life as a man in full.  

More than this, in just a moment, Beth would learn the answers to the questions she'd asked herself for months.  

What was the documentary about?  

Why had Vincent enlisted his sister and his brother to help him make it? Last year, during the filming, had been the busiest time of their lives: Ben had a wife, a full share in the family business, and a baby on the way. Kerry still lived at her parents' house, but her college major was so demanding that some nights she came home from school or the voice studio with dark smudges under her eyes and fell asleep before she could eat the food she'd microwaved.  

Was it because the subject was too intimate or incendiary or simply too off the wall to entrust to a stranger, even a fellow professional? Why had Vincent used film instead of video, which probably quadrupled the cost?  

Was the obsessive privacy all pride? Did he have to do this all on his own?  

With his first documentary, Alpha Female, a snapshot of the life of a young farmer's wife and mother of four putting herself through college as a part-time dominatrix, Vincent had turned to Beth, a photographer for nearly thirty years, on everything from how to light someone so blond that her features were nearly achromatic to how to coax an interview out of the woman's stern, disapproving parents. Beth recalled the look on her mother-in-law's face when that film had first screened, in the auditorium of the high school from which Vincent had been expelled. Freckle-faced Katie Hubner saddle-soaped her leather garter belt and said, "They don't care anything about sex, poor things! They just want me to treat them like their mean old mamas did!"  

Of this film, Beth knew nothing but its title, No Time to Wave Goodbye. In her good moments, it seemed almost a private message from her older son. Her own first photo book-a series of black-and-white shots of her own children walking away from her, dragging fishing poles, hurrying toward the blooming pagoda of a fireworks display, each underlined with a tender quotation-was called Wave Goodbye.

  What other connection could there possibly be?  

Beth began to twist her wedding ring round and round. Did no one else notice the minutes that had collapsed since Vincent's introduction? Two, three...seven?

  No one close to the family would mind. There they all were, chatting, her family, her in-laws, Ben and his wife, Eliza. People were admiring Ben and Eliza's baby, two-month-old Stella, Beth's first grandchild, on her very first outing. Along with Eliza's mother-Beth's beloved friend Candy-the crowd included dozens of business associates and old and new neighborhood friends. They were the cheering section.  

But what about the others?

  What of the one reviewer invited to this private event? Where was he? The fourth-row seat on the aisle reserved for him was still empty.  

And all the guests Beth didn't recognize?  

Would they hate the film if they had to wait much longer?  

Beth glanced around her. In the same row, across the aisle, sat a perfect Yankee couple, ramrod-straight, their spines an inch from the seat backs-mother, father, impeccably coutured blond daughter. Several rows back, directly behind Beth, a soft, pretty young black woman held hands with her son, a slender young teenager. To the right and near the back door, there was a round-shouldered guy, not heavy but big, who might have been a day laborer with his snap-closure shirt rolled up to the elbows. No one sat beside him; in presence rather than size, he seemed to fill a row of his own. A young Latino couple-a sharply dressed young man and his hugely pregnant wife-patiently tolerated the two silently rambunctious preschoolers crawling all over them. An older man, who could have been an advertisement for mountain-climbing and Earth Shoes, sat just beyond the young couple. Who were these people? Who were they to Vincent?  

The screen went dark.  

Then from the darkness, a canvas appeared and, to the sound of Kerry's pure, sweet soprano singing "Liverpool Lullaby," a beautiful sequence of transparent photos of children was tacked to the cinematic canvas by an invisible hand. As soon as each eager face appeared, a name, height, and date of birth printed below it, like a Wanted poster, a visual force like a strong wind tore the picture off the screen. Beside the photos, words configured to look like a child's block printing unfurled. They read: A Pieces by Reese Production...written and produced by Vincent Cappadora and Rob Brent...in conjunction with John Marco Ruffalo Projects...edited by Emily Sydney...

  Then came the last photo.  

The last photo was Ben's preschool photo.  

Beth gripped the arms of her seat. What?  

Twenty-two years ago, that very photo had occupied the whole cover of People magazine. For almost a decade, it claimed real estate in the center of the corkboard in the office of Detective Supervisor Candy Bliss, as she had searched tirelessly for Beth's kidnapped son, to no avail. Posters made from this photo melted to tatters under the pummeling of rain and snow and sun and more rain and snow on thousands of light poles all over the Midwest and beyond. And they had produced nothing but phone calls from every crazy who wasn't behind bars and some who were, and a single, valid rumor of the sighting of that little boy in Minneapolis with a "white-haired" woman. That white-haired woman turned out to be a dyed platinum blonde-Beth's old schoolmate Cecilia Lockhart. Everyone remembered Cecil as nuts but not nuts. Yet, it was she, at Beth's fifteenth high-school reunion, who had taken Ben's hand and strolled with him out of the hotel lobby and out of Beth's life, for nine unrelenting years.  

Though she tried, Beth could not stop her jaw from shuddering. She wanted to cling to Pat but dared not move. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention from the screen to herself.   And yet, she already had.  

Bryant Whittier, who sat in a cultivated posture of ease, flanked by his wife, Claire, elegant in a St. John knit suit, and his daughter, Blaine, demure for once in a designer wrap dress, saw Beth's minute gesture of distress. He recognized it from a dozen holding cells and living rooms. A defense lawyer, Bryant had observed closely the parents of the accused, particularly the moment when incredulity gave way to rage and then despair. Poor woman, he thought. She hadn't known.

  When he interviewed them, Vincent said that no one but the crew understood the substance of this documentary, but Bryant hadn't believed that "no one" included the Cappadora brothers' close family. The slender, expensive-looking woman had to be Vincent's mother. In profile, she was the exact image of Vincent. He had never shown them a picture of his parents, but Bryant had found old news photos of the case on the Internet. This clearly was Beth, more attractive than Bryant would have imagined she would be by now. Bryant did not like heavyset women. He sometimes reminded his surviving daughter, who rowed in a coxed quad, to watch her prodigious appetite at the training table. He made a covert inventory of Beth, a cultivated professional knack that also had its personal uses. It was unfortunate. Her husband, or the man he assumed was Vincent's father, slouched with his arms hanging at his sides, as though they'd been dislocated.  

Who would want to remember, if they didn't have to?   And yet, it was their son, who, for reasons of his own, had made this film that Bryant participated in only against his will. He had talked to Sam-the name Ben used for himself-and Vincent's camera only because Claire and Blaine, who still had hope that Bryant's missing daughter, Jacqueline, was alive, pleaded with him to do so. There was an awful fairness here. Why shouldn't the filmmaker's family share in the suffering ripped open anew for all the families Vincent had found and featured?

  Bryant put his hand on Claire's arm. She glanced at him, biting her lips. Bryant turned his attention back to the people in the three rows roped off by gold cord: The tiny girl whose long black hair swept over the baby swaddled in her arms? She wasn't Italian. Spanish of some kind?  

Ah, yes. Bryant was grown forgetful.  

This was Ben's wife.  

Ben had married the adopted daughter of the detective, Candy, the sainted policewoman-Candy, whom all the family loved so well. To Bryant's mind, being unable to find a child whose kidnapper had moved him to a house blocks from the place where the Cappadoras had grown up meant no genius at sleuthing! From what the Whittiers understood, twelve-year-old Ben had actually found his birth family on his own, rather than the other way around, quite by accident, when he was passing out flyers offering to mow lawns. Bryant gingerly stroked his well-clipped beard. Hadn't Ben admitted that he'd been raised by the innocent man the kidnapper married, whom he thought of as his father? "Adopted" by this man, Ted-or was it George-who had no inkling that "Sam" wasn't Cecilia's own child? Hadn't Ben said that his "mother" (the only mother he knew) spent most of his childhood in and out of institutions? Was it from Ben, or from a newspaper account, that Bryant had learned that Cecilia, an actor Claire said she'd seen on an old soap opera, finally committed suicide?  

Of course. Bryant would have read that. Ben...well, Sam, who still, oddly, answered only to the name given to him by the kidnapper, would not have volunteered it. For all his glad-handing humor, Ben was hard to know. Unlike his sister, he kept very definite doors closed.  

Where was the sister, Kerry, the pretty little singer? Oh, there she was, just visible behind a fold of curtain on the stage, standing beside Vincent, watching the audience. Kerry didn't just wear her heart on her sleeve; she had no sleeve. The ideal juror, Bryant thought. Emotional. Impressionable. Visible. He smiled blandly, the expression cheerful enough to convince anyone who didn't look into his eyes. The woodland path on the screen was familiar. Bryant had told police that his daughter, Jacqueline, had taken that route as she walked to her death.

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Dollycas More than 1 year ago
This book is the long awaited sequel to the award winning first novel by Jacquelyn Mitchard, The Deep End of the Ocean. In that story 3-year-old Ben Cappadora is kidnapped from a hotel lobby where his mother is checking into her 15th high school reunion. His disappearance tears the family apart and invokes separate experiences of anguish, denial, and self-blame. Marital problems and delinquency in Ben's older brother (in charge of him the day of his kidnapping) arise. Ben returned to his family miraculously after nine years, and the family started to heal but Ben never felt like he belonged. No Time To Wave Goodbye starts with the Ben/Sam being married with a child, Kerry is studying to be an opera singer, and Vincent still trying to find himself as he still blames himself for Ben's kidnapping, currently working as a filmmaker. He has a wonderful idea for a documentary but knows his family won't understand his idea and it will probably create more family problems before it heals any. His idea is to focus on five families caught in the same place his family was after Ben was taken. The only way to get this film to work and to get people to tell their stories is to get his brother Ben involved, which takes a bit of begging and pleading but he finally agrees. The film turns out to be a huge success, earning an Academy Award for best documentary. While the family is celebrating the unthinkable happens and this family is swept up in a situation that brings the past to life again. I was one of the people who really wanted to know what happened to this family. After you read a book like The Deep End of the Ocean you find yourself entwined in the family's life and you need to know what happened. The author even tells us the reason the sequel took so long was that she didn't think she could write it. On her website she says "And suddenly, in the midst of working on another book, I knew. I knew the story that would become No Time to Wave Goodbye, the book I hope you're now holding in your hands. It was the most natural thing in the world. " No Time To Wave Goodbye is Jacquelyn Mitchard at her best. This story will grab you from page 1 and will have you crying by page 185 and will have your spine tingling by the end of the book. You will never forget this story. It's a powerful sequel that is just as good as the first maybe even better. http://dollycas.blogspot.com/
Momof5IA More than 1 year ago
I just finished reading her new book, No Time To Wave Goodbye. I love her style of writing and this book doesn't disappoint. Although the first chapter or two everything from her previous book is rehashed, I believe it was necessary to bring a new reader up to the present time with the family and their trials. Held my interest to the last page. Thanks Jacquelyn.
NancyT More than 1 year ago
When I bought this book I did not realize it was a follow-up to The Deep End of the Ocean. At first I was a little nervous, but after a few pages, I could not put the book down. The characters, storyline and twists and turns were powerful. This is one sequel you don't want to miss!
GailCooke More than 1 year ago
Few who read the book or saw the film of Mitchard's first novel, The Deep End Of The Ocean, have forgotten it. Not only was the book a blockbuster hit and Oprah's first book selection, but the harrowing story of a kidnaped child resonated in the hearts of millions. We wept and then rejoiced when Beth Cappadora's son, Ben, was returned at the age of 12. However, the ordeal not only had a devastating effect upon the family but left Ben a bit at sea, no longer quite feeling as if he were a true Cappadora with an older brother, Vincent, and a sister, Kerry. In fact, as we learn in this eagerly awaited sequel Ben insists upon being called Sam, the name the kidnaper gave him. There have been recriminations in the family, tensions, of course, yet all seems to be well now that the children are grown. Ben is married and has a baby daughter, Stella; Vincent is an aspiring film maker; Kerry studies to be an opera singer. Vincent does succeed in having a film produced, not only produced but it is nominated for an Academy Award. The subject of the film, five families who suffer from never knowing what has happened to their abducted children, has affected Beth most deeply as she continues to feel guilty for not taking better care of Ben on the day he was taken. Nonetheless, the family comes together to go to the Academy Awards ceremony, happy for Vincent's success. Their joy is short lived when Ben's baby girl is abducted, a heinous crime its horror is increased by memories of the past. One often wonders if sequels are a good idea, especially when following an over the top success. For this reader/listener Mitchard more than stepped up to the challenge. Film and television actress Susan Denaker delivers an able reading as she voices characters who are by turns tentative, quarrelsome, loving, angst ridden, hopeful. - Gail Cooke
dulceylima More than 1 year ago
NO TIME TO WAVE GOODBYE I just received an advance copy of Jacqueline Mitchard's newest book No Time to Wave Goodbye and I devoured it. It is the riveting sequel to Deep End of the Ocean, Mitchard's first novel which was chosen as Oprah's first Book Club entry in September 1996. As the new novel opens, Beth Cappadora is about to watch the premier of her oldest son Vincent's documentary film whose gut-wrenching theme of family life after a child is abducted and lost comes as a complete shock to the Cappadora parents. Mitchard cuts through each tortured documentary family member's personality and Beth Cappadora's own tattered soul as she is forced to watch the terror of the days after her son Ben was kidnapped. It has been a decade since I read the Deep End, but the characters rematerialized in No Time to Wave Goodbye with consistency and every flaw intact. Although years have passed since the Cappadora family reunited with their middle son Ben, the wounds of the trauma are still palpable. Parents and children have grown, healed a bit, modified, adjusted, and now share new places in each other's lives. A certain settling in process has transpired over the years with a rather uneasy peace. The family revels in the joy and success of Vincent's documentary but ultimately the exposure creates new horrors that force the Cappadoras' to painfully trudge down another dark but familiar alley. This time the roles are switched, and the painstaking search for one of their own brings new awareness and surprising insights. We expect sharp storytelling and wonderful prose from Ms. Mitchard and I'm thankful that she brought this First Family of Cappadoras back for another round of enlightenment. It may be hard to picture how a book with this rare, dark theme could have a universal quality to it! No Time to Wave Goodbye successfully exposes the coping strategies, shells and personas we use to express our humanness, and left me feeling like adaptation and the love that requires it, are perhaps the most important human traits of all.
chicamimi on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I was so excited to win the ARC for this book as I loved and adored the first book, taken with the two main narrators of the story. The second book isn't told in quite the same matter nor with the focus so singulary on those characters. But it was still a great read. It only took me two days to zoom through the pages, wanting to continue and I thought it was so perfectly striking that the characters can still be back in those moments from the first book at any time. I also have to say I enjoy the way Mitchard writes. It's not overly descriptive or boring. The dialogue and prose flow and in a way that's easy and yet sometimes manages to elicit the "I wish I had wrote" line or scene.
Judgejudy2u on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I found ths book to be ok for a Sunday aftenoon read but it wasn't the kind of book that you just can't put down and that is exactly what I did over the course of three weeks.. The beginng seemed to be a bit repetious and that was probably for the sake of readers who did not know the basis of this book 's predicessor, Deep End of the Ocean. But it was almost too much that for the first 4 or 5 chapters I wasn't quite sure I would finish the book. And most of the plot was predictable but still readable. I didn't find many surprises. The ending was good and overall it gave the reader a sense of appreciating family. I would only recommend this book to die hard fans of the author.
Cariola on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I remembered reading and enjoying Mitchard's first novel, The Deep End of the Ocean, when it came out many years ago. My reading tastes have changed considerably since then, but I was tempted to pick up this sequel about what had happened to the Cappadora family.Big mistake. This was a truly dreadful piece of drek. It begins at the premiere of a documentary made by Vincent, the eldest and up to now loser son. The film is about missing children and focuses on several families; it also retells the story of Ben/Sam, the brother who was kidnapped but restored in the first novel. It's so good it ends up getting nominated for an Oscar. At this point, the novel wallows in several nauseating chapters about the mother and other family members getting glammed up for the ceremony, stashing away gift items, ogling Kate Winslet's butt (yes, poor Kate has her butt dragged into this mess!), and ostentaciously name-dropping (Kate gets joined by Morgan Freeman, Ellen De Generis, Sissy Spacek, Michael Moore and others; even Angelina Jolie gets mentioned as NOT staying at their hotel).Just as Vincent accepts his award, a hysterical phone call comes in: Ben's baby daughter has been kidnapped. Yes, she actually makes another kidnapping--the kidnapping of the kidnapped kid's kid--the central plot. Of course, the police are too useless to figure out the culprit, so Vincent, motivated by guilt because he's convinced that his movie provoked someone to take revenge on his family, has to do it. We have to go through all the tear-jerking scenes we saw in the first novel. And then he hires a female tracker with a big dog to find the baby. And of course, against her better judgement, she allows the two greenhorns, Vincent and Ben, to accompany her into the icy wilderness mountains because they won't take no for an answer. And yes, one of them faces a life-threatening situation and is saved by the other. And as soon as they recover the baby, there is a big snowstorm during which communications get cut off, food and fuel and almost gone, and they have to separate to be saved--as of course they are. Happy, happy ending. And even happier, another missing kid is about to be found because of Vincent's movie.I can't recommend this poorly conceived and not very well written book to anyone with a brain and a sense of what makes a good novel. Was The Deep End of the Ocean this bad, too? I'll never know, because I sure don't want to reread it after this one.
bookaholicmom on LibraryThing 8 months ago
If you read The Deep End Of The Ocean and loved it as much as I did I think you will love this book. Jacquelyn Mitchard does not disappoint. I am sometimes leery of sequels. This one was excellent! I once again fell in love with the Cappadora family. They have all aged a little but still are pretty much the same people they were in the first novel. I felt like I never lost touch with them. They have all been affected by Ben/Sam's kidnapping and eventual return. It has played a huge role in the people they have become. I think it's interesting that this book addresses not only kidnapping but what happens after. How do families go on living? This book pulls you in right from the get go. It seems the family is adjusting well to life. The kids are grown. Ben/Sam is married and a father, Kerry is on her way to becoming an opera singer, and Vincent has made a documentary which will change all their lives. Unfortunately the Cappadora's have to relive the horrible past with a new kidnapping in the family. It's hard to review it and not give the story away so I won't say too much. I read the bulk of the book in one day. I could not put it down. I just had to know what happened. There are many twists in the novel. Just when I thought I had it figured out, there was another suspect in my mind. I felt Beth's pain as she relived her own nightmare but then has to also watch her son live the same nightmare. I absolutely loved this book! This is one of the best books I have read this year.
reader247 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I recently read The deep end of the ocean and so it was fresh in my mind when I started to read "No time to wave Goodbye". This story picks up a few years down the road and the family has put itself back together as best as they could. They have careers and new family members added to their clan. They also have more notoriety when oldest son Vincent strikes gold with his new movie. This puts the whole family back in the spotlight. This story is well done and I could feel the pain and agony of the characters as they try to mend and heal from the crisis of the past and the present. I really liked this sequel.
lhlady on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I didn't read Jacquelyn Mitchard's "Deep End of the Ocean" so I was a bit concerned when "Not Time to Wave Goodbye" arrived in the mail. I really shouldn't have been because Ms. Mitchard got me up to speed in a reasonable amount of time. I didn't have an intimate knowledge of all of the characters but I did feel connected to the most important ones. Some of the early character building could have been left out or weaved into the story at a later point. But once it got going (kinda slow in the beginning) I simply couldn't put it down. It was a surprise page turner!! Didn't expect that. I felt it was a good read and I would read it again and again. Thoroughly enjoyed her characters once I got to know them. Fun, entertaining, and I cried on several pages. The ending was a bit unexpected but I was as thrilled with the outcome as the characters were! I would recommend this book to anyone looking for a good novel to curl up with on a rainy weekend. Maybe I'll go back & read "Deep End of the Ocean" now.
poolays on LibraryThing 8 months ago
It's been a while since I read Deep End of the Ocean, so I didn't really remember the characters in any depth. Unfortunately Mitchard doesn't really flesh them out in No Time to Wave Goodbye. I could only keep track of characters by name, not because I felt I knew them. It's an interesting premise, but so much is glossed over, it was almost like reading a synopsis. Frustrating. The ending is far fetched and feels like it was tacked on to meet a deadline. I was disappointed.
dablackwood on LibraryThing 8 months ago
This is a sequel to Mitchard's The Deep End of the Ocean, which was a huge hit. The story brings back the same family, the Capadoras, and once again tragedy strikes. Beth and Pat's first grandchild, the daughter of their kidnapped and returned son Ben/Sam is herself kidnapped and the family seeks to get her back. I think the book is trite and not even that well written. I was very disappointed in this book because I remember enjoying the first one so much.
rglossne on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I read and enjoyed 'The Deep End of the Ocean' years ago, so I thought I would enjoy 'No Time to Wave Goodbye' as well. I was very disappointed. Mitchard assumes we know her characters already, and jumps right in. It's been a while since I read 'Ocean' so it took me a while to have any feeling for the Cappadoras. Character is so important to me as I read, and I had a hard time distinguishing between Ben/Sam and Vincent, remembering who was married and who not, and so forth.The story struck me as implausible and contrived, from beginning (the Oscar winning documentary) to end (the daring trek through snow to rescue the baby.)I did finish reading it, and was somewhat engaged with the story, but I have to say there were a lot of problems with this book.
marcyjill on LibraryThing 8 months ago
"The Deep End of the Ocean" is one of those books that has stayed with me. Like any mother, I have wondered what I would do if my child was ever taken. I have lain awake at night shaken with fear at that thought. It was an emotional book and a journey through those worst fears. "No Time to Wave Goodbye" is a similar experience and journey. It is gripping from the first chapter and from there I could barely put it down. It holds onto you like a thriller. It was both as scary and fantastic as reading "Jurassic Park." You could feel the danger lurking in this book just like those T-Rex footfalls. The story is very fast-paced and detailed and there are some things that get glossed over that I would have loved to know more about, but in a way that is part of the beauty of this book because you fill in parts of the story on your own.
PermaSwooned on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I like Jacquelyn Mitchard quite a bit, so I enjoyed the book. It developed the story very quickly, so there were a lot of events somewhat crammed into the story, but it was a very fast read. This is the sequel to The Deep End of the Ocean, which covered a much longer period of time and spent much more time on the emotional damage to the family of the kidnapped Ben. There is an action taken by his brother Vincent towards the end of the book which made no sense to me whatsoever....it really didn't accomplish much as near as I could tell and came at great personal cost. I enjoyed the book, but I think her earlier works were much more carefully written and better books overall.
busyreadin on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I wasn't sure whether I would enjoy this book or not. I found that although I liked the main story of it's prequel, Deep End of the Ocean, I really disliked and had not patience for it's characters, especially Beth. I wanted her to have more of a backbone.However, this turned out to be a very good read. It centers around the Ben (Sam) the "found child". He and his brother Vincent have made a documentary movie about families of kidnapped children that have never been found. This movie opens up some deep wounds in Ben's family, and in someone who has viewed the movie. It also leads to another kidnapping. Although I was pretty sure I knew who the villian was, I still found it to be an engaging read that I was anxious to finish to find out how it all turned out.
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Joanne Pelican-Cohen More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed this novel very much. Straight fordward entertainment with some mystery and an excellent surprise at the end Joanne PC
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Yes, it could happen to all of us. How the original kidnapping eventually lead to the this one -- didn't see it coming.
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