Salem Falls

Salem Falls

by Jodi Picoult


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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Jodi Picoult comes a compelling and disturbing novel about a prep school teacher accused of rape by a group of young girls, the woman who stands by him, and the repercussions of the case in a small, New England town where the past is only a heartbeat away.

Love can redeem a man...but secrets and lies can condemn him.

A handsome stranger comes to the sleepy New England town of Salem Falls in hopes of burying his past: Once a teacher at a girls' prep school, Jack St. Bride was destroyed when a student's crush sparked a powder keg of accusation. Now, washing dishes for Addie Peabody at the Do-Or-Diner, he slips quietly into his new routine, and Addie finds this unassuming man fitting easily inside her heart. But amid the rustic calm of Salem Falls, a quartet of teenage girls harbor dark secrets — and they maliciously target Jack with a shattering allegation. Now, at the center of a modern-day witch hunt, Jack is forced once again to proclaim his innocence: to a town searching for answers, to a justice system where truth becomes a slippery concept written in shades of gray, and to the woman who has come to love him.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780743418713
Publisher: Washington Square Press
Publication date: 08/06/2002
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 464
Sales rank: 111,577
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.25(h) x 1.30(d)
Lexile: 760L (what's this?)

About the Author

Jodi Picoult received an AB in creative writing from Princeton and a master’s degree in education from Harvard. The recipient of the 2003 New England Book Award for her entire body of work, she is the author of twenty-six novels, including the #1 New York Times bestsellers House Rules, Handle With Care, Change of Heart, and My Sister’s Keeper, for which she received the American Library Association’s Margaret Alexander Edwards Award. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband and three children. Visit her website at


Hanover, New Hampshire

Date of Birth:

May 19, 1966

Place of Birth:

Nesconset, Long Island, NY


A.B. in Creative Writing, Princeton University; M.A. in Education, Harvard University

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Chapter One

March 2000

Salem Falls,

New Hampshire

On the second worst day of Addie Peabody's life, her refrigerator and dishwasher both died, like long-term lovers who could not conceive of existing without each other. This would have been a trial for anyone, but as she was the owner of the Do-Or-Diner, it blossomed into a catas-trophe of enormous proportions. Addie stood with her hands pressed to the stainless steel door of the Sub-Zero walk-in, as if she might jump-start its heart by faith healing.

It was hard to decide what was more devastating: the health violations or the loss of potential income. Twenty pounds of dry ice, the most the medical supply store had to offer, wasn't doing the job. Within hours, Addie would have to throw away the gallon buckets of gravy, stew, and chicken soup made that morning. "I think," she said after a moment, "I'm going to build a snowman."

"Now?" asked Delilah, the cook, her crossed arms as thick as a blacksmith's. She frowned. "You know, Addie, I never believed it when folks around here called you crazy, but — "

"I'll stick it in the fridge. Maybe it'll save the food until the repairman gets here."

"Snowmen melt," Delilah said, but Addie could tell that she was turning the idea over in her mind.

"Then we'll mop up and make more."

"And I suppose you're just gonna let the customers fend for themselves?"

"No," Addie said. "I'm going to get them to help. Will you get Chloe's boots?"

The diner was not crowded for 10 A.M. Of the six booths, two were occupied: one by a mother and her toddler, the other by a businessman brushing muffin crumbs off his laptop. A couple of elderly regulars, Stuart and Wallace, slouched at the counter drinking coffee while they argued over the local paper's headlines.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Addie proclaimed. "I'm pleased to announce the start of the Do-or-Diner's winter carnival. The first event is going to be a snow-sculpture contest, and if you'd all just come out back for a moment, we can get started — "

"It's freezing out there!" cried Wallace.

"Well, of course it is. Otherwise we'd be having a summer carnival. Winner of the contest gets...a month of breakfast on the house."

Stuart and Wallace shrugged, a good sign. The toddler bounced on the banquette like popcorn in a skillet. Only the businessman seemed unconvinced. As the others shuffled through the door, Addie approached his table. "Look," the businessman said. "I don't want to build a snowman, all right? All I came here for was some breakfast."

"Well, we're not serving now. We're sculpting." She gave him her brightest smile.

The man seemed nonplussed. He tossed a handful of change on the table, gathered his coat and computer, and stood up to leave. "You're nuts."

Addie watched him leave. "Yes," she murmured. "That's what they say."

Outside, Stuart and Wallace were huffing through their scarves, crafting a respectable armadillo. Delilah had fashioned a snow chicken, a leg of lamb, pole beans. The toddler, stuffed into a snowsuit the color of a storm, lay on her back making angels.

Once Chloe had asked: Is Heaven above or below the place where snow comes from?

"You got the Devil's own luck," Delilah told Addie. "What if there was no snow?"

"Since when has there been no snow here in March? And besides, this isn't luck. Luck is finding out the repairman could come a day early."

As if Addie had conjured it, a man's voice called out. "Anybody home?"

"We're back here." Addie was faintly disappointed to see a young cop, instead of an appliance repairman, rounding the corner. "Hi, Orren. You here for a cup of coffee?"

"Uh, no, Addie. I'm here on official business."

Her head swam. Could the accountant have reported them to the board of health so quickly? Did a law enforcement officer have the power to make her close her doors? But before she could voice her doubts, the policeman spoke again.

"It's your father," Orren explained, blushing. "He's been arrested."

Addie stormed into the police department with such force that the double doors slammed back on their hinges, letting in a gust of cold wind. "Jeez Louise," said the dispatch sergeant. "Hope Courtemanche found himself a good hiding place."

"Where is he?" Addie demanded.

"My best guess? Maybe in the men's room, in a stall. Or squeezed into one of the empty lockers in the squad room." The officer scratched his jaw. "Come to think of it, I once hid in the trunk of a cruiser when my wife was on the warpath."

"I'm not talking about Officer Courtemanche," Addie said through clenched teeth. "I meant my father."

"Oh, Roy's in the lockup." He winced, remembering something. "But if you're here to spring him, you're gonna have to talk to Wes anyway, since it was his arrest." He picked up the phone. "You can take a seat, Addie. I'll let you know when Wes is free."

Addie scowled. "I'm sure I'll know. You always smell a skunk before you see it."

"Why, Addie, is that any way to speak to the man who saved your father's life?"

In his blue uniform, his badge glinting like a third eye, Wes Courtemanche was handsome enough to make women in Salem Falls dream about committing crimes. Addie, however, took one look at him and thought — not for the first time — that some men ought to come with an expiration date.

"Arresting a sixty-five-year-old man isn't my idea of saving his life," she huffed.

Wes took her elbow and led her gently down the hall, away from the dispatch sergeant's eyes and ears. "Your father was driving under the influence again, Addie."

Heat rose to her cheeks. Roy Peabody's drinking wasn't any secret in Salem Falls, but he'd gone one step too far last month, wrapping his car around the town's statue of Giles Corey, the only man who'd been a casualty of the Puritan witch hunts. Roy's license had been revoked. For his own safety, Addie had junked the car. And her own Mazda was safely parked at the diner. What vehicle could he have used?

As if he could read her mind, Wes said, "He was in the breakdown lane of Route 10, on his ride-on mower."

"His ride-on mower," Addie repeated. "Wes, that thing can't go more than five miles an hour."

"Fifteen, but that's neither here nor there. The point is, he doesn't have a license. And you need one if you're gonna operate any self-propelled vehicle on the street."

"Maybe it was an emergency..."

"Guess it was, Addie. We confiscated a brand-new fifth of vodka from him, too." Wes paused. "He was on his way home from the liquor store in North Haverhill." He watched Addie knead her temples. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I think you've done enough, Wes. I mean, gosh, you arrested a man joyriding on a lawn mower. Surely they'll give you a Purple Heart or something for going to such extremes to ensure public safety."

"Now, just a second. I was ensuring safety...Roy's. What if a truck cut the curve too tight and ran him down? What if he fell asleep at the wheel?"

"Can I just take him home now?"

Wes regarded her thoughtfully. It made Addie feel like he was sorting through her mind, opening up certain ideas and shuffling aside others. She closed her eyes.

"Sure," Wes said. "Follow me."

He led her down a hallway to a room at the back of the police department. There was a wide desk manned by another officer, a high counter with ink pads for fingerprinting, and in the shadowy distance, a trio of tiny cells. Wes touched her forearm. "I'm not going to write him up, Addie."

"You're a real prince."

He laughed and walked off. She heard the barred door slide open like a sword being pulled from its scabbard. "Guess who's waiting for you out there, Roy?"

Her father's voice now, pouring slow as honey: "My Margaret?"

" 'Fraid not. Margaret's been gone about five years now."

They turned the corner, Wes bearing the brunt of her father's weight. Roy Peabody was a charmer of a man, with hair as white and thick as the inner wing of a dove and blue eyes that always swam with a secret. "Addie!" he crowed, seeing her. "Happy birthday!"

He lunged for her, and Addie staggered. "Come on, Dad. We'll get you home."

Wes hooked his thumb on his belt. "You want a hand getting him out to your car?"

"No, thanks. We can manage." At that moment, her father felt slighter and more insubstantial than Chloe. They walked awkwardly, like contestants in a three-legged race.

Wes held open the door. "Well, shoot, Addie. I'm sorry I had to call you down for this on your birthday."

She did not break stride. "It's not my birthday," she said, and guided her father out.

At 6:30 that morning, Gillian Duncan had lit a match and waved a thermometer through it, spiking a temperature that made her father believe she truly was too sick to go to school. She spent the morning in her bedroom instead, listening to Alanis Morissette, braiding her long red hair, and painting her fingernails and toenails electric blue. In spite of the fact that she was seventeen years old and could fend for herself, her father had taken the day off from work to be with her. It raised her hackles and secretly pleased her all at once. As the owner of Duncan Pharmaceuticals, the biggest employer in Salem Falls, Amos Duncan was generally re-garded as one of its richest and busiest citizens. But then, he had always had time to take care of her; he'd been doing it since Gilly was eight and her mother had died.

She was going crazy in her room and was about to do something really drastic, like pick up a textbook, when the doorbell rang. Listening closely, Gilly heard the voices of her friends downstairs. "Hi, Mr. D," said Meg. "How's Gillian?"

f0 Before he could respond, Whitney interrupted. "We brought her jellybeans. My mom says they soak up a fever, and if they don't, they taste so good you don't care."

"We brought her homework, too," Chelsea added. Painfully tall, self-conscious, and shy, she was one of Gilly's newest friends.

"Well, thank God you're all here," her father said. "I have a hard time recognizing Gilly unless she's glued to the three of you. Just let me see if she's awake."

Gilly dove beneath the covers, trying desperately to look sick. Her father cracked open the door and peered inside. "You up for company, Gilly?"

Rubbing her eyes, Gillian sat up. "Maybe for a little while."

He nodded, then called out to the girls. Meg led the charge up to Gillian's room, a hail of Skechers pounding up the stairs. "I think my whole home could fit in this room," Chelsea breathed, stepping inside.

"Oh, that's right..." Whitney said. "This is the first time you've been to the manor."

Gillian slanted a look at her father. It was a common joke in town that the reason the Duncan home sat to the east whereas all the other roads and developments sat to the west was because Amos had wanted a palace separate and apart for his kingdom.

"Yes," Amos said, with a straight face. "We're putting in a drawbridge this spring."

Chelsea's eyes widened. "For real?"

Whitney laughed. She liked Gillian's dad; they all did. He knew how to make a teenager feel perfectly welcome.

"If you guys tire her out," Amos said, "I'll make you dig the moat." He winked at Chelsea, then pulled the door closed behind him.

The girls wilted onto the carpet, lilies floating on a pond. "So?" Meg asked. "Did you watch Passions?"

Meg Saxton had been Gilly's first best friend. Even as she'd grown up, she hadn't lost her baby fat, and her brown hair flew away from her face in a riot of curls.

"I didn't watch any soaps. I took a nap."

"A nap? I thought you were faking."

Gillian shrugged. "I'm not faking; I'm method-acting."

"Well, FYI, the trig test sucked," Whitney said. The only child of one of the town selectmen, Whitney O'Neill was nothing short of a knockout. She'd opened the bag of jellybeans to help herself. "Why can't we write a spell to get A's?"

Chelsea looked nervously at the large, lovely bedroom, then at Gillian. "Are you sure we can do magick here, with your father right downstairs?"

Of course they could — and would — do magick. They had been students of the Craft for nearly a year now; it was why they had gathered this afternoon. "I wouldn't have invited you if I didn't think it was okay," Gillian said, withdrawing a black-and-white composition notebook from between the mattress and box spring. Written in bubble letters, with smiley-face O's, was its title: Book of Shadows. She got out of bed and padded into the large adjoining bathroom. The others could hear her turning on the faucet, and then she returned with an eight-ounce glass of water. "Here," she said, handing it to Whitney. "Drink."

Whitney took a sip, then spat on the floor. "This is disgusting! It's salt water!"

"So?" Gillian said. As she spoke, she walked around her friends, sprinkling more salt onto the carpet. "Would you rather waste time taking a bath? Or maybe you've got a better way to purify yourself?"

Grimacing, Whitney drank again, and then passed it to the others. "Let's do something quick today," Meg suggested. "My mom will kill me if I'm not home by four-thirty." She scooted into position, across from Gillian on the floor, as Whitney and Chelsea made up the other corners of their square. Gillian reached for Whitney's hand, and a cold draft snaked in through a crack in the window. As Whitney's palm skimmed over Meg's, the lamp on the nightstand dimmed. The pages of the notebook fluttered as Meg reached for Chelsea. And when Chelsea clasped Gillian's hand, the air grew too thick to breathe.

"What color is your circle?" Gillian asked Chelsea.

"It's blue."

"And yours?"

Meg's eyes drifted shut. "Pink."

"Mine's silver," Whitney murmured.

"Pure gold," Gillian said. All of their eyes were closed now, but they had learned over the course of the past year that you did not need them open to see. The girls sat, their minds winnowed to this point of power; as one snake of color after another surrounded them, plaited into a thick ring, and sealed them inside.

"Not again," Delilah said with a sigh, as Addie hauled Roy Peabody into the kitchen.

"I don't need this from you now." Addie gritted her teeth as her father stumbled heavily on the arch of her foot.

"Is that Delilah?" Roy crowed, craning his neck. "Prettiest cook in New Hampshire."

Addie managed to push her father into a narrow stairwell that led upstairs to his apartment. "Did Chloe give you any trouble?" she called back over her shoulder.

"No, honey," Delilah sighed. "No trouble whatsoever."

Through sheer will, Addie and Roy made it upstairs. "Why don't you sit down, Daddy?" she said softly, guiding him to the frayed armchair that had stood in that spot all of Addie's life.

She could smell the stew that Delilah had prepared for the lunch rush rising through the floor and the weave of the carpet — carrots, beef base, thyme. As a child, she had believed that breathing in the diner had rooted it in her system, making it as much as part of her as her blood or her bones. Her father had been like that, too, once. But it had been seven years since he'd voluntarily set foot behind the stove. She wondered if it caused him the same phantom pain that came from losing a vital limb — if he drank to dull the ache of it.

Addie crouched down beside his chair. "Daddy," she whispered.

Roy blinked. "My girl."

Tears sprang to her eyes. "I need you to do me a favor. The diner, it's too busy for me to take care of. I need you — "

"Oh, Addie. Don't."

"Just the register. You won't ever have to go into the kitchen."

"You don't need me to work the register. You just want to keep tabs on me."

Addie flushed. "That's not true."

"It's all right." He covered her hand with his own and squeezed. "Every now and then it's nice to know that someone cares where I am."

Addie opened her mouth to say the things she should have said years ago to her father, all those months after her mother's death when she was too busy keeping the diner afloat to notice that Roy was drowning, but the telephone interrupted her. Delilah was on the other end. "Get down here," the cook said. "Your bad day? It just got worse."

"Did you say something?" The cab driver's eyes met Jack's in the rearview mirror.


"This look familiar yet?"

Jack had lied to the driver — what was one more lie in a long string of others? — confessing that he couldn't remember the name of the town he was headed toward but that Route 10 ran right through its middle. He would recognize it, he said, as soon as Main Street came into view.

Now, forty minutes later, he glanced out the window. They were driving through a village, small but well-heeled, with a New England steepled white church and women in riding boots darting into stores to run their errands. It reminded him too much of the prep-school town of Loyal, and he shook his head. "Not this one," he said.

What he needed was a place where he could disappear for a while — a place where he could figure out how to start all over again. Teaching — well, that was out of the question now. But it was also all he'd ever done. He'd worked at Westonbrook for four awfully big hole to omit in a job interview for any related field. And even a McDonald's manager could ask him if he'd ever been convicted of a crime.

Lulled by the motion of the taxi, he dozed off. He dreamed of an inmate he'd worked with on farm duty. Aldo's girlfriend would commute to Haverhill and leave treasures in the cornfield for him: whiskey, pot, instant coffee. Once, she set herself up naked on a blanket, waiting for Aldo to come over on the tractor. "Drive slow," Aldo would say, when they went out to harvest. "You never know what you're going to find."

"Salem Falls coming up," the cab driver announced, waking him.

A hand-lettered blue placard announced the name of the town and proclaimed it home of Duncan Pharmaceuticals. The town was built outward from a central green, crowned by a memorial statue that listed badly to the left, as if it had been rammed from the side. A bank, a general store, and a town office building were dotted along the green — all neatly painted, walks shoveled clear of snow. Standing incongruously at the corner was a junked railroad car. Jack did a double take, and as the cab turned to follow the one-way road around the green, he realized it was a diner.

In the window was a small sign.

"Stop," Jack said. "This is the place."

Harlan Pettigrew sat at the counter, nursing a bowl of stew. A napkin was tucked over his bow tie, to prevent staining. His eyes darted around the diner, lighting on the clock.

Addie pushed through the swinging doors. "Mr. Pettigrew," she began.

The man blotted his mouth with his napkin and got to his feet. "It's about time."

"There's something I need to tell you first. You see, we've been having a little trouble with some of our appliances."

Pettigrew's brows drew together. "I see."

Suddenly the door opened. A man in a rumpled sports jacket walked in, looking cold and lost. His shoes were completely inappropriate for the season and left small puddles of melting snow on the linoleum floor. When he spotted her pink apron, he started toward her. "Excuse me — is the owner in?"

His voice made Addie think of coffee, deep and dark and rich, with a texture that slid between her senses. "That would be me."

"Oh." He seemed surprised by this. "Okay. Well. I, um, I'm here because — "

A wide smile spread over Addie's face. "Because I called you!" She shook his hand, trying not to notice how the man froze in shock. "I was just telling Mr. Pettigrew, here, from the board of health, that the repairman was on his way to fix our refrigerator and dishwasher. They're right through here."

She began to tug the stranger into the kitchen, with Pettigrew in their wake. "Just a moment," the inspector said, frowning. "You don't look like an appliance repairman."

Addie tensed. The man probably thought she was insane. Well, hell. So did the rest of Salem Falls.

The woman was insane. And God, she'd touched him. She'd reached right out and grabbed his hand, as if that were normal for him, as if it had been eight minutes rather than eight months since a woman's skin had come in contact with his own.

If she was covering something up from the board of health, then the diner was probably violating a code. He started to back away, but then the woman bowed her head.

It was that, the giving in, that ruined him.

The part in her dark hair was crooked and pink as a newborn's skin. Jack almost reached out one finger and touched it but stuffed his hands in his pockets instead. He knew better than anyone that you could not trust a woman who said she was telling the truth.

But what if you knew, from the start, that she was lying?

Jack cleared his throat. "I came as quickly as I could, ma'am," he said, then glanced at Pettigrew. "I was paged from my aunt's birthday party and didn't stop home to get my uniform. Where are the broken appliances?"

The kitchen looked remarkably similar to the one at the jail. Jack nodded to a sequoia of a woman standing behind the grill and tried desperately to remember any technical trivia he could about dishwashers. He opened the two rolled doors, slid out the tray, and peered inside. "Could be the pump...or the water inlet valve."

For the first time, he looked directly at the owner of the diner. She was small and delicate in build, no taller than his collarbone, but had muscles in her arms built, he imagined, by many a hard day's labor. Her brown hair was yanked into a knot at the back of her head and held in place by a pencil, and her eyes were the unlikely color of peridot — a stone, Jack recalled, the ancient Hawaiians believed to be the tears shed by the volcano goddess. Those eyes, now, seemed absolutely stunned. "I didn't bring my toolbox, but I can have this fixed by..." He pretended to do the math, trying to catch the woman's eye. Tomorrow, she mouthed.

"Tomorrow," Jack announced. "Now what's the problem with the fridge?"

Pettigrew looked from the owner of the diner to Jack, and then back again. "There's no point in checking out the rest of the kitchen when I have to return anyway," he said. "I'll come by next week to do my inspection." With a curt nod, he let himself out.

The owner of the diner launched herself across the line, embracing the cook and whooping with delight. Radiant, she turned to Jack and extended her hand...but this time, he moved out of the way before she could touch him. "I'm Addie Peabody, and this is Delilah Piggett. We're so grateful to you. You certainly sounded authentic." Suddenly, she paused, an idea dawning. "You don't actually know how to fix appliances, do you?"

"No. That was just some stuff I heard in the last place I worked." He saw his opening and leaped. "I was on my way in to ask about the HELP WANTED sign."

The cook beamed. "You're hired."

"Delilah, who died and left you king?" She smiled at Jack. "You're hired."

"Do you mind if I ask what the job is?"

"Yes. I mean, no, I don't mind. We're in the market for a dishwasher."

A reluctant grin tugged at Jack's mouth. "I heard."

"Well, even if we fix the machine, we'll still need someone to run it."

"Is it full time?"

"Part time...afternoons. Minimum wage."

Jack's face fell. He had a Ph.D. in history, and was applying for a job that paid $5.15 per hour. Misinterpreting his reaction, Delilah said, "I've been asking Addie to hire a prep cook a while now. That would be a part-time morning job, wouldn't it?"

Addie hesitated. "Have you ever worked in a kitchen before, Mr...."

"St. Bride. Jack. And yeah, I have." He didn't say where the kitchen was, or that he'd been a guest of the state at the time.

"That beats the last guy you hired," Delilah said. "Remember when we found him shooting up over the scrambled eggs?"

"It's not like he mentioned his habit at the interview." Addie turned to Jack. "How old are you?"

Ah, this was the moment — the one where she'd ask him why a man his age would settle for menial work like this. "Thirty-one."

She nodded. "If you want the job, it's yours."

No application, no references, no questions about his past employment. And anonymity — no one would ever expect to find him washing dishes in a diner. For a man who had determined to put his past firmly behind him, this situation seemed too good to be true. "I'd like it very much," Jack managed.

"Then grab an apron," said his new boss.

Suddenly, he remembered that there was something he needed to do, if Salem Falls was going to become his new residence. "I need about an hour to run an errand," he said.

"No problem. It's the least I can do for the person who saved me."

Funny, Jack thought. I was thinking the same thing.

Detective-Lieutenant Charlie Saxton fiddled with the radio in his squad car for a few moments, then switched it off. He listened to the squelch of slush under the Bronco's tires and wondered, again, if he should have stayed with the Miami Police Department.

It was a hard thing to be a law enforcement officer in the town where you'd once grown up. You'd walk down the street, and instead of noticing the IGA, you'd remember the storeroom where a local teen had knifed his girlfriend. You'd pass the school playground and think of the drugs confiscated from the children of the town selectmen. Where everyone else saw the picture-perfect New England town of their youth, you saw the underbelly of its existence.

His radio crackled as he turned onto Main Street. "Saxton."

"Lieutenant, there's some guy here insisting he'll talk only to you."

Even with the bad reception, Wes sounded pissed. "He got a name?"

"If he does, he isn't giving it up."

Charlie sighed. For all he knew, this man had committed murder within town lines and wanted to confess. "Well, I'm driving into the parking lot. Have him take a seat."

He swung the Bronco into a spot, then walked in to find his guest cooling his heels.

Literally. Charlie's first thought, pure detective, was that the guy couldn't be from around here — no one who lived in New Hampshire was stupid enough to wear a sports jacket and dress shoes in the freezing slush of early March. Still, he didn't seem particularly distraught, like the recent victim of a crime, or nervous, like a perp. No, he just looked like a guy who'd had a lousy day. Charlie extended his hand. "Hi there. Detective-Lieutenant Saxton."

The man didn't identify himself. "Could I have a few minutes of your time?"

Charlie nodded, his curiosity piqued. He led the way to his office, and gestured to a chair. "What can I do for you, Mr...."

"Jack St. Bride. I'm moving to Salem Falls."

"Welcome." Ah, it all was falling into place. This was probably some family man who wanted to make sure the locale was safe enough for his wife and kids and puppy. "Great place, great town. Is there something in particular I can help you with?"

For a long moment, St. Bride was silent. His hands flexed on his knees. "I'm here because of 651-B," he said finally.

It took Charlie a moment to realize this well-dressed, soft-spoken man was talking about a legal statute that required certain criminals to report in to a local law enforcement agency for ten years or for life, depending on the charge for which they had been convicted. Charlie schooled his features until they were as blank as St. Bride's, until it was clear that his former words of welcome had been rescinded. Then he pulled from his desk drawer the state police's form to register a sexual offender.

Copyright © 2001 by Jodi Picoult

Reading Group Guide

1. What role does witchcraft play in the story? Do Gilly and her friends believe that it truly worked to curse Hailey McCourt and heal Stuart Hollings? Or is it a fiction they play along with, like the rape allegation?

2. Jack, Gilly, and Addie are all victims of assault. How do their responses to being attacked differ?

3. Salem Falls is described as idyllic when first seen through the eyes of Jack St. Bride, but Charlie Saxton only sees the worst. Is this a reflection of their respective innocent and guilty consciences?

4. Think about the statue of Giles Courey in the middle of town. When Gilly’s accusations set off a modern-day “witch hunt” against Jack, how does history repeat itself? What lessons, if any, were learned from history?

5. Imagine that Addie had reported her rape. What do you think would have happened? Do you think her rapists would have been treated differently than Jack St. Bride?

6. In general, lawyers in rape cases cannot introduce evidence of a victim’s sexual history. One exception is to suggest that a specimen may have come from a man other than the accused rapist. Yet when Gilly tells Charlie Sexton that she was not a virgin before she was attacked, Charlie does not investigate who else she might have had sex with. Do you think he had a duty to do so, especially since she was a minor? Why do you think he didn’t?

7. Discuss Amos Duncan. A rapist in both the past and present, he is among the loudest of those crying for Jack’s blood. Do you think he experienced any conflict in doing so? What kind of power did he hold over his daughter and his friends to keep them from revealing his secret?

8. Townsfolk think Addie is crazy because of her continued attachment to Chloe. How might Chloe’s conception have affected Addie’s response to her death? How did Chloe’s life and death affect others, like Charlie and Meg?

9. Jordan swings back and forth between believing Jack. If you were Jordan, would you have been able to represent Jack if you did not believe he was telling the truth? If you were Jack, how would you feel about having to convince your lawyer first, when it is the lawyer’s job to convince the judge and jury of your innocence?

10. Charlie is suspicious of Jack, who is a criminal on paper only. How does Charlie differ from Amos in dealing with his own past crimes? Is Charlie’s eventual expression of remorse good enough?

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Salem Falls 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 375 reviews.
RZAZ31210 More than 1 year ago
This has to be one of my favorites so far by Jodi Picoult. I did not want to put this book down, I just wanted to keep reading to find out what happens! I was so absorbed in Jack's character and the struggles he went through being wrongfully accused of something. This was a great book that kept the pages turning while revealing unexpecting circumstances. She peels back the layers throughout the whole book until you are left at the end with an unexpected twist.especially in this one! Picoult chooses great topics for her books and intertwines crime, truth, and romance all at once. She does a wonderful job writing and I would recommend this book to anyone!
PiccoultFan More than 1 year ago
This is my all-time favorite book. Definately one of Jodi Piccoult's best, and I have read many of hers. This novel will have you re-thinking your opinions and impressions of people, a true tale of a modern-day witch-hunt. The ending shocked me to the point where I gasped aloud. You will love this book!!!!
jsmrph76 More than 1 year ago
As always I can not put her books down until the end. She has interesting characters and great writing style. I felt this story was probably not very realistic in many ways but made for an interesting story to make a point. The only problem I have with this author is that the story gets a little long about 3/4 of the way thru and could be a little shorter. I think there is too much repetition of conversations toward the end.
Guest More than 1 year ago
While this one started off slow, it really picked up the pace about a third of the way in. After that, I could not put it down. The characters are complex and I am always amazed at how well the author researches topics and writes so effortlessly about them. While the ending was a tad predictable, the whole story was amazing!
Jd4343 More than 1 year ago
I was hooked within the first chapter.. kept me intrigued and guessing the whole way through. This book had my attention in the first chapter and kept it until the last, where as "My Sisters Keeper" and "The Pact" (both amazing books) took awhile to get into and to understand the characters.
AvidBookworm More than 1 year ago
This is the first book I've read by Jodi Picoult. I have to say...I feel she's a good writer, and based on this book I'm compelled to read a few more of her novels.

Salem Falls was good, not GREAT where I can't stop thinking about it, but good. There were a couple of events that happened where you think, "You've got to be kidding me!! No one could be that unlucky!" or "Seriously Jack, as innocent as it seems, what were you thinking?!" But you just have to look past those head bangers to understand the story.

The book is a loose translation/modern version of The Crucible, which involves a witch hunt of some sort. Jack St. Bride is the main character of the story, and I did come to feel compassion for him. The story kicks off with him being released from prison where he served a sentence for statutory rape. A crime that unfortunately he didn't commit. He goes to Salem Falls to seize a fresh start. Through forces outside of his control, that just doesn't happen. Jack is targeted by the folks of Salem Falls for the events of his past, and they want him out of their town and are willing to go to extreme measures to see it happen.

Why did I take away one star? Two reasons (1) the head bangers I referred to above and (2) the story is unfolded through a series of flashbacks. Flashbacks in storytelling are always difficult for me because I like a steady stream of chronological information. However, I have to admit it does serve its purpose in this story because with every flashback, there was a clear example of Jack¿s regard for women based on events, experiences and people in his life.

The book makes you think about several things, such as whether or not you are really able to reinvent yourself and put your past behind you, the effect that lies have on people and how they can harm and destroy lives, and lastly IMO the influence the others have in your life and how they shape your decisions.

Good book, definitely worth the investment of time and attention.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The obnoxious girls were NOT Wiccans. We live by the Rede, which states "Do what you will providing it harms no one." It is acceptable in my faith to cast a love spell to attract love--but no Wiccan witch would cast one to force a specific personto love her, because controlling someone is pbviously hsrmful. It is very clear from this book and anotghet one that Ms. pivcoult knows not a damned thing about Wicca. The only Wiccan is the store ownet, and she is portrayed as a flake. If you care about accurracy, don't waste your money.
Lorinda shaw More than 1 year ago
Great novel predictable at times
Gr8teaching More than 1 year ago
This was the first book by Picoult that I have ever read and it was this book that convinced me that Jodi Picoult was my new favorite author. I have bought many other of her books since reading this one and I still feel as though this was my favorite so far. The characters are interesting and convincing. The plot will make you want to keep reading even after you know you should cut yourself off and turn out the lights to get some sleep before getting up to rush off to work. I recommend this book to anyone who likes a good mysterious mind bending plot. It will keep you guessing until the end.
Jilly_Wiz More than 1 year ago
Jack St. Bride goes on a unexcuseable journey through the justice system on hopes of exposing the truth. After coming out of a 8 month setence, Jack starts anew in Salem Falls where love is unexpectedly exposed. But once again Jack's past follows him. As Jack goes through his own personal struggle, the reader gets absorbed. This book, like most books by Jodi Picoult, is a joy to read. The reader becomes absorbed in crime, scandal, romance, and truth. This book is a great page turner that goes in-depth to expose unexpected circumstances. I highly recommend this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book!! Like all her other books this is shocking and hard too put down. I love how she picks crazy topics that everyone else is too scared to even get near. Her books are really something and I would tell anyone too read this
mcgibler More than 1 year ago
I am a huge Jodi Picoult fan, so I suppose I'm a bit biased, but this was a very good book! It kept me guessing and had me reading whenever I could. This was the book I stayed up until 4 in the morning to finish, just because I HAD to know. I'm not a huge fan of the way the narration switches between characters so frequently, but it's easy to forgive once you get into it. The plot is very well-developed, and the motivation behind the characters is true to real life. I don't know of many people who would start reading this book (or any other Picoult book, for that matter!) and not finish it! Definately reccommended :)
mckguinness More than 1 year ago
wow! jodi picoult writes amazing literature. her books are so complex and posess many different layers....her books are like an onion, and you have to peel back the layers and see what is really at the core. i couldnt put this book down! it was great i would recommend it to anyone. if you love the story of someone wronged put to justice with romance and intrigue this would be the book for you!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My husband gave me this book a few years ago before Ms. Picoult became such a hit. I was immediately caught by the story and have gone on to read all her books. I bought this copy to give as a gift and to introduce another reader to her.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was so excited to read this book, being that I own 3 of her others... but it wasn't what I expected at all. It was so slow, I ended up just bringing it back half read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This novel was pretty good, but some of her earlier novels definitely outshine this one. The plot was easy to hold on to, and the courtroom scenes were captivating, but my main problem was with Picoult's depiction of Wicca. She portrays it like the movie 'The Craft', rather than an actual religion. The girls are able to completely heal a man with a stroke overnight, as well as give one of their popular peers a brain tumor...yeah, right. It is almost insulting to actual Wiccans or those very familiar with the religion, and it also added an element close to fantasy to this otherwise well-written novel. Additionally, there were far too many characters who were referred to on a first-name basis, causing confusion and unnecessary research into previous parts of the book to refresh one's memory. Pick up this novel if you are a huge Picoult fan, otherwise get one of her earlier novels instead.
bellamia on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book! You really do feel sorry for coach McBride after hearing his story. When he starts to fall in love you think people will start to change and forget his past but not so. My favorite part of the book was when the trial started and the most surprising was the end. Althought I suspected for a second, Jodi Picoult took you away from thinking that was the case. You'll know when you read it.
sleahey on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Small town culture run amok. Convicted--but innocent-- of sexual abuse with a student, Jack Mcbride moves to a new community, where he falls in love with Addie, who has been grieving for her dead daughter for years. Meanwhile, a g roup of teenage girls has formed a coven, with a ringleader damaged by her own family tragedy who falls for the new guy in town. The outcome is predictable from the start, and is reminiscent of The Crucible and other tales of witchcraft and victimization. Some positive characters redeem the downward spiral, and Picoult has a way of making us care for her characters, but this novel isn't up to her others.
ctmsjafe on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Salem Falls by Jodi Picoult was a pleasure to read . Picoult talks about the rough times of a new comer to Salem who is accused of lying and rape . I would recommend this book to teens who have went through that stage where you know you haven't done something but no matter what you do everything in your power to prove your innocence just like our main character Jack St. Bride
DF1A_LizzyM on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Salem Falls is another one of Jodi Picoult's page turners. Jack St. Bride comes into the town of Salem Falls after an 8 month prison sentence. By luck he finds a job at the Do-or-Diner and ends up falling for the store owner. He seems to slowly be piecing back together his life when 4 young girls who believe themselves to be witches find out his secret--and threaten to turn his life upside down. Jack's past catches up with him and the horrors of his past become public knowledge.Picoult has written another suspense that is well worth the read.
sarbear on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Pulled this off my bookshelf for a quick review. This one reminds me of the movie, "The Shawshank Redemption." It focuses on a man who served prison time for a wrongful rape accusation, and his integration back into society. It gives you a new view of judgements & actions driven by fear. It also gives an often overlooked glimpse of the experiences of the accused's loved ones. I'd give this 4 out of 5 stars. A good read that revolves around controversial matters, which is a recurring theme in Jodi Picoult's novels.
susanbevans on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Jodi Picoult's Salem Falls is a modern day re-telling loosely based on Arthur Miller's classic tale, The Crucible. After being released from a wrongful imprisonment for statutory rape, Jack St. Bride comes to Salem Falls in search of a new beginning. He finds a job at the local diner working for it's quirky owner Addie, but finds it difficult to gain the trust of the other small-town locals. He has to register with the local police department as a sex offender, and in no time, the entire town seems to know about his checkered, albeit undeserved past. When a naïve teenage girl is assaulted in Salem Falls, Jack quickly becomes the prime suspect. Salem Falls is my third Jodi Picoult book, having read both My Sister's Keeper and Plain Truth sometime in the last few years. I am familiar with Picoult's writing style, and so far, have enjoyed everything I've read from her. Salem Falls took a little longer to "hook" me than the others I've read, but once things started to snowball in Jack's new life, I had to see what would happen next.Picoult's writing is lyrical and the story captivated me, however, there was just something missing when it came to character development. I liked Addie and Jack's characters, but even they lacked a certain something that is difficult to define. The storyline about the girls practicing the Wican faith in Salem Falls was interesting, and were really some of the most engrossing parts of the book. That being said, Salem Falls is still a good read - it just didn't quite live up to the other Picoult books I've read. One thing that Picoult always does well is her endings, and this one is no different. It sneaks up on you out of nowhere - you'll never see it coming and it's one of the most fantastic things about reading a Picoult novel!As far as recommending Salem Falls to other readers, I would recommend you try another Picoult if it's your first foray into her world. However, if you are familiar with The Crucible you will enjoy tracing the parallels in Salem Falls. Overall I am glad I picked it up, and will definitely be reading more from Picoult in the future.
bbellthom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Not my favorite Jodi Picoult book, but I still enjoyed.
Naisy on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The absolute unfairness of life situations out of one's control is captured in this story by Picoult. I really disliked teenage girls for awhile after reading this book and as a Mom, it was hard to imagine what life would be like if you lost a child. I thought this Picoult book was pretty good.
shellyquade on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Jodi Picoult is lauded as a writer who makes her readers really think about difficult issues. So I guess I was expecting something new while I was reading Salem Falls.In a nutshell, Salem Falls deals with the topics of rape and witchcraft.I wouldn't say that Picoult dealt with it in a horrible manner. I thought she was sensitive, and I thought that she did a pretty good job of showing multiple facets of rape.I also, however, thought her book was fairly predictable. The very end of the novel feels like it's supposed to be a twist, something the reader didn't see on a first reading. Well, I saw it, and I saw it within the first third of the novel, which is relatively early.I did like that the ending wasn't quite so black and white. I was kind of expecting that all of the bad guys were going to be outed, and that the good guy (there was really only one) was going to be exonerated, and if the book had ended that way, I would be decrying it as a piece of unrealistic tripe.I would say this book is O.K. Nothing amazing; nothing horrible. Unfortunately, nothing special.