Instead, it is a substantial, chewy, sink-your-teeth in story that starts off so ordinary and ends up so, well, extraordinary. This is not a flitty piece of chick lit (though I don't mean that in a derogatory way as I enjoy that genre). The image on the front of the paperback edition says it all: a broken snow globe with a house inside, the shattered glass giving you an idea of the magnitude of the troubles that will shatter Mary Beth's own life. By the end of the book more than one thing in that sentence has changed, and for Mary Beth life is barely recognisable as the predictable if slightly mundane passage of time it once was. Would things be better if life were more exciting, varied, newsworthy? Is that a legitimate thing to hope for? They say to be careful what you wish for, and Mary Beth never comes right out and says this is what she wants, but there are hints to this effect.Īs we first get to know her she is a mother of three and a wife of one, who fills her days landscaping other people's gardens and decorating the Christmas trees of those too busy or lazy to do it themselves. Mary Beth Latham is contemplating her average, ordinary life where every day is more of less the same.
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