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RITA Award winner Barbara Delinsky's New York Times best-selling novels have sold over 30 million copies. In Suddenly, Dr. Paige Pfeiffer's life is thrown into turmoil when her medical partner Mara O'Neill commits suicide. Taking the loss hard, Paige agrees to care for Mara's recently adopted daughter. Just when life seems darkest, Paige meets Noah Perrine. But is she ready to open her heart to happiness again?
Author Notes
Barbara Delinsky was born on August 9, 1945 in suburban Boston. She received a B.A. in psychology from Tufts University and an M.A. in sociology from Boston College. After graduate school, she worked as a researcher with the Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children. After her first child was born, she worked as a photographer and reporter for the Belmont Herald.
She has written more than 60 novels including Shades of Grace, Coast Road, While My Sister Sleeps and Not My Daughter. Some of her novels have been made into television movies including Three Wishes starring Valerie Bertinelli and A Woman's Place starring Lorraine Bracco. She wrote the nonfiction book Uplift: Secrets from the Sisterhood of Breast Cancer Survivors. She has also written under the pen names Bonnie Drake and Billie Douglass.
Barbara's novels, Blueprints and Sweet Salt Air, made the New York Times bestseller list in 2015.
(Bowker Author Biography)
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Publisher's Weekly Review
When pediatrician Mara O'Neill is found drugged with Valium and dead of carbon monoxide poisoning--an apparent suicide--it sets off crises in the lives of the three pediatricians who were in practice with her in a small Vermont town. For Angie Bigelow, dealing with Mara's death becomes the final straw in the disintegration of her once-well-organized--and ostensibly happy--home and marriage. Peter Grace, whose involvement with Mara was more complex than he admits publicly, must resolve a sense of discontent rooted in his youth. Paige Pfeiffer, who was Mara's friend since college, copes with her deep sense of loss by caring for the infant from India that Mara had arranged to adopt. Paige's life is further complicated by the attentions of Noah Perrine, acting head of the posh but troubled private school where Paige coaches girls' athletics. Delinsky ( More Than Friends ) does her usual good job of creating a dynamic interaction among a varied ensemble of characters, but their lives convey a subtle and complex subtext on parenting--that being a perfect parent is integral to being a perfect person--that may wilt some readers' enjoyment. Author tour. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
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Suddenly Chapter One Paige Pfeiffer Ran At The Front Of The pack, setting a pace that a less bold thirty-nine-year old might not dare, but she had a point to prove and a bet to win. The bet involved dinner at Bernie's Béarnaise, central Vermont's most chichi restaurant. The point was that a woman her age who was in shape could easily beat a woman half her age who wasn't. At stake was the respect of the Mount Court Academy girls' varsity cross-country team, of which she was head coach for the fifth year in a row. The race had become a tradition, albeit a predictable one. For the first of the three miles, the girls tossed cocky comments from one to the next. The comments waned during the second mile, which wove through a path in the woods and grew demanding of teenage bodies that had spent the summer indulging in the luxuries of the rich. Back on the road for the third mile, the pack thinned. Laboring runners fell behind. Only the stars of the team stayed with Paige. There were six stars this year. Five of them had run for her the year before. The other was new to the school. "How we doin'?" Paige asked of the group, and heard gasping complaints. Feeling wicked, she smiled. "Let's pick it up." She moved easily ahead of the others. Three moved with her. Minutes later, when she increased the pace again, only one remained. It was the new girl, so quiet up to that point that Paige knew little more than that her name was Sara Dickinson. Paige was surprised by her stamina. She was doubly surprised when, with a surge of speed, the girl took the lead. Paige had to work to stay with her as they turned in under the wrought-iron arch that marked the school's entrance, and for a minute she wondered if indeed she were past her prime. When the thought of that rankled, she dug deep inside and found the wherewithal to draw even. Shoulder to shoulder they ran, down the long drive cordoned with tall oaks whose leaves were a ripe September green. Without missing a beat, they veered off onto the dirt path that cut to the field house. "You're good," Paige breathed with a look at the girl beside her. She was tall for her age, had a lithe build, a comfortable stride, and a look of concentration that was nothing if not stern. As Paige watched in darting glances, that concentration suddenly shifted, and in the space of seconds she was alone. Sara had reversed direction and was walking, winded but intent, toward the shrubbery edging the path. One by one, the others joined her there. Paige made a wide turn and, slowing to a cooldown pace, headed back. In various stages of breathlessness, the girls were grouped around Sara, who was crouched beside a spreading yew. It was a minute before Paige saw what was beneath the bottommost branch. "It's so tiny. "Whose is it?" "How did it get here?" Forgetting the race, Paige knelt down. She took the kitten, which was orange and gray and mewling piteously, in her hand and asked Sara, "How did you ever spot it hidden this way?" "Something moved," Sara said, and the chorus resumed. "It doesn't belong here. Mount Court only has dogs." "Someone must have snuck it in --" "Then abandoned it." "It looks starved." Paige was thinking the same and wondering what could be done, when all eyes turned her way. "We can't leave it here." "It'll die, it's so little." "That'd be cruel." "You'll have to take it, Dr. Pfeiffer." Paige pictured her overstuffed home. "I don't have room for a pet. I don't have time for one." "Cats are easy. They take care of themselves." " You keep it," Paige countered. "We can't." "It's against dorm rules." Paige had coached at Mount Court long enough to know that breaking the rules was a way of life, and while she certainly didn't condone it, she was amused. "Against dorm rules? What else is new?" "The Head, that's what." "He's an asshole." " Big time." "He expelled two guys on the second day of school." "For what?" Paige asked, overlooking foul language for the sake of goodwill. "Smoking pot." "There was no warning, nothing." "He's totally anal." "We're talking crack-down city --" "No-no-Noah --" "Mount Court Penitentiary." Paige hadn't met the new Head yet and was picturing something with horns when the pleading resumed. "Take the kitten, Dr. Pfeiffer." "It'll die if you don't." "Do you want that on your conscience?" Paige stroked the tiny creature, which was little more than a handful of fur and bones, and trembling at that. "I'm being manipulated." "It's for a good cause," one of the girls said. Paige shot her a chiding look. "It's for a good cause" was what she always said when she pushed the girls for an extra campus loop. "But I don't know where to begin, " she protested, a mistake if ever there was one because the words were barely out of her mouth when she was barraged with advice on food, litter, and housing. Ten minutes later she found herself in her car with the kitten in a cardboard box on the seat beside her. "Only until I find it a home," she warned out the window as she drove off and, determined to do just that, headed straight into town. She pulled up at the police station, intent on presenting the kitten to the animal officer, but he was gone for the day. So she left him a note and tried the General Store. The family who owned it had cats. They had lots of cats. She didn't figure another would make a difference, especially one so tiny. Suddenly . Copyright © by Barbara Delinsky. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Suddenly by Barbara Delinsky All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.