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Summary
Summary
After years spent in the shadow of her movie-star sister, Monica, Anna Vincenzi remakes herself. Anna's emerging sexiness escapes no one's attention, least of all her sister's.
But with her murder it appears Monica claims the ultimate victory when Anna is arrested as the prime suspect. But Anna is not alone as she fights to exonerate herself. When a Carson Springs dweller as beloved as Anna needs help, all the valley's residents rally together, each working in his own special way to help one of their own. And what of her passionate encounter with Dr. Marc Raboy?
Wish Come True is an inspiring Cinderella story about a woman whose fairy godmother turns out to be the whole community of people Eileen Goudge's readers have come to know and love. Gripping and emotionally complex, Wish Come True is the most satisfying Carson Springs novel yet.
Author Notes
Eileen Goudge was born July 4, 1950 and grew up in the San Francisco bay area. She began writing at the age of eight. At eighteen, she dropped out of college, ran off with a man dodging the draft, and got married. Two years later, she was divorced, with a baby, and had to go on welfare. She decided to become a professional writer, started writing non-stop and managed to sell a few articles. In the early eighties, she was chosen to help launch a new line of teen romances, which became the successful Sweet Valley High series. She now had enough money to end another bad marriage and move to New York City with her two children. She continued to write the Sweet Valley High titles while working on a novel. Her first novel, Garden of Lies, was sold in 1986 to Viking for nearly one million dollars. Since then, she has written over thirty novels for young adults and over ten works of women's fiction. Her other works include Thorns of Truth, The Diary, and Once in a Blue Moon. Her title The Diary is a New York Times bestseller.
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Reviews (4)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Goudge's third Carson Springs novel (Stranger in Paradise; Taste of Honey) revives familiar themes of family secrets and complicated love lives among California's rich and semifamous. Anna Vincenzi works by day for her domineering sister, wheelchair-bound movie star Monica Vincent, and by night caring for their Alzheimer's-afflicted mother. The beleaguered, stifled Anna gets her wish for freedom when Monica is found dead in her swimming pool. Unfortunately, police arrest her for her sister's murder-not exactly the kind of attention she's been craving. Accustomed to helping others, she hesitates to contact her younger sister, Liz, who has distanced herself from the family, or Dr. Marc Raboy, Monica's therapist, whom she has secretly pined for. Instead, Anna reaches out to friend and neighbor Laura, whose extended family, nicely recovered from the scandals described in Strangers in Paradise, provides emotional support as well as bail and a good lawyer. Anna and Marc investigate Monica's death, uncovering secrets about her parents along the way. The novel's charm lies in its unabashed quotation of the Cinderella story. Modern touches (the heroine doesn't sweep the fireplace, she answers her sister's e-mail; Prince Charming is a married therapist; the mean sister is a Hollywood star) combine with the familiar plot line of the ur-romance. It's not groundbreaking, but readers who enjoyed the first two in this series will not be disappointed. Agent, Susan Ginsburg. (June) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Booklist Review
The last book in the Carson Springs trilogy begins with Anna Vincenzi's arrest for the murder of her sister, Monica, whose career as a movie star ended abruptly when an accident left her in a wheelchair. Monica's condition did nothing to sweeten an already sour personality, and before her untimely death, she heaped most of her displeasure on fat, plain Anna, whose plan to embark on a new life for herself seems derailed when she is arrested. Goudge's strong suit here is not the mystery of who killed Monica, although the plot twists its way along interestingly enough. Rather, it is her sure handling of the tried-and-true Cinderella motif--set attractively against a lush Southern California backdrop--that gives this blend of romance and mystery its charm. Readers new to the series may be a bit confused by the many characters who wander in and out, but those who prefer gentle mysteries will find much to enjoy on Anna's road to redemption and true love. --Ilene Cooper
Kirkus Review
Another Carson Springs murder, given more than due diligence by Goudge (Taste of Honey, 2002, etc.). Why would shy, formerly overweight, mousy Anna Vicenzi want to kill her glamorous sister? (1) Monica wasn't very nice; (2) Monica was a world-famous movie star; (3) Monica drank like a fish and hated everybody, especially after the speedboat accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. Nonetheless, her fans still adored her, even if they never knew Anna was the one who dutifully answered their e-mail, posing as Monica with heartfelt but down-to-earth advice. No one saw mean old Monica drown in the pool of her million-dollar mansion after someone pushed her in, wheelchair and all. But a lot of people in Carson Springs think Anna did it--hey, wait . . . it's flashback time! Monica was sexually assaulted as a girl by their drunken father Joe, mutters Betty, their deranged mother. Anna and her sister Liz do remember vicious beatings and terrified cries in the night, but they didn't know that. Gee, maybe that's why Monica was always so bitchy. She drank to hide the pain, huh? (Dated-sounding group therapy sessions are rehashed to make this point several times.) Ah, sweet mystery of life: at last Anna finds love as sexy therapist Marc Raboy encourages her to admit her codependent rage and seek closure. How did she really feel about her sister? Angry, and ashamed of her anger. But Anna counts her blessings and realizes that she's much luckier than Monica! She finds out that other people have terrible problems too. For example, Marc's wife is a schizophrenic, in an institution. Talk about your insurmountable obstacles to true love! But Marc always does the right thing, even helping Anna and her chums look for the real killer. Could it be a freaky fan? But which one? Will the culprit will show up at Monica's funeral? Endless. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Library Journal Review
After a determined makeover, Anna is definitely catching up with movie star sister Monica. But then she becomes a prime suspect in Monica's murder. Can her Carson Springs neighbors help her out? (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
CHAPTER ONE Anna Vincenzi had never seen so many reporters. Not even in the days when her sister's every move was gobbled up by millions hungry for the smallest scrap-or in the aftermath of the accident that had left Monica paralyzed from the waist down. They swarmed like insects at the end of the drive, where it emptied onto Old Sorrento Road, jockeying for position, Minicams and boom mikes poised to strike. Lining the road were interchangeable white panel trucks sprouting satellite dishes and antennae nearly as tall as the surrounding sycamores. A blond female anchor decorously holding a microphone to her glossy lips stood with her back to the hedge in the glare of a handheld re-flector while a scruffy-looking cameraman filmed her stand-up. For a disoriented instant, as the patrol car bumped its way down the pot-holed drive amid a boiling cloud of dust, Anna felt as though she were watching it all on TV. Then someone shouted, "It's her!" and all hell broke loose. Panic sluiced through her in an icy wave as bodies surged around the car, slowing it to a crawl. Knuckles rapped against her window and faces loomed into view, distorted by the sun's glare glancing off the dust-streaked glass. A man's voice bellowed, "Anna! Can you comment on your arrest?" Another one rasped, "Did ya do it? Did you kill her, Anna?" The cop behind the wheel, a heavyset middle-aged man with pale creases on the back of his tanned neck, swore. "Christ. Don't they feed these animals?" Anna wanted to shout, I'm innocent! This is all a mistake! But when she reached for the button to roll her window down she once more became aware of the handcuffs holding her shackled at the wrists, and stopped short. That was when it sank in: She was under arrest. Which was why, on this sunny day in April, with the daylilies in bloom and the acacia snowing yellow blossoms over the mailbox-which leaned drunkenly, a legacy from when Finch had been learning to drive-she was on her way downtown to be booked. A wave of dizziness spiraled up and the world went pale and grainy, like the snowy reception on the old black-and-white Zenith in her mother's bedroom. She thought, This isn't happening. In fact, the past few days had been nothing short of surreal-starting early Friday morning with the hysterical call from Arcela. Even with all that had happened since, it still hadn't sunk in. How could her sister be dead? It was like trying to grasp that the planet had spun off its axis. It was 70 degrees outside but Anna was chilled to the bone. With some difficulty-the handcuffs made even the slightest movement ungainly-she drew about her a sweater that she'd grabbed from the closet on her way out the door and that was several sizes too big. She must have forgotten to pack it up with the rest of her fat clothes. Her mouth flickered in a small ironic smile. And she'd thought being overweight was her biggest worry. The patrol car slowed to a near standstill. Vic Purdy, in the passenger seat, a veteran cop with more than thirty years under his belt-one that over time had had to be let out a few notches to accommodate his ever-expanding girth-rolled his window down to bark, "Move it along, folks! You'll all get your chance down at the courthouse!" A set of meaty fingers hooked over Vic's partially lowered window and a face loomed into view, only its upper half visible: a pair of beady eyes peering from under an australopithecine brow. "Anna! Did ya do it for the money? Your sister must've left you a bundle." The fingers were snatched back just in time to keep them from being caught in the window as it whirred up. The cop behind the wheel muttered another curse and gunned the engine. They jerked forward, the throng fanning out on either side, then with a final lurch over the worst of the potholes, in which every spring at least one hapless motorist became mired, they were on the road. Hearing her name spoken-no, shouted-had had the effect of cold water being dashed over her. Ever since she could remember, it had been Monica in the spotlight, Monica they clamored for. Few had even noticed Monica's mousy nobody of a sister-whose last name was Vincenzi, not Vincent-standing quietly off to the side. Anna might have found it exciting, that she was the center of attention now, if the circumstances that had placed her there hadn't been so ghastly. The patrol car picked up speed as it headed toward town, a pale scarf of dust twisting in its wake. Anna sat rigidly in her seat, staring out the window at the fields and pastures scrolling past. They rattled over cattle grids and jounced over potholes. Cows and horses, peacefully grazing, flashed by like storybook images from a period in her life long past. The cop seated beside her, a young Hispanic woman, asked if she wanted the air conditioner turned down. Anna, who hadn't realized she was shivering, turned toward her, noticing her for the first time. irma rodriguez, her nameplate read. She had glossy black hair pulled back in a braid and would have been pretty if not for the acne that had ravaged her face. Anna found herself mentally counseling: Eat plenty of leafy green vegetables, stay away from saturated fats, and cleanse with a good exfoliative. But Irma Rodriguez wasn't one of Monica's fans seeking advice. Anna recalled the last e-mail to which she'd replied, just hours before word came of Monica's death. To: Mamabear@earthlink.com From: monica@monicavincent.com Subject: RE: What now? Dear Jolene, What's going to be different this time? From what you've told me, he's begged your forgiveness before. If he were really sincere, he'd get help. But if he won't, that shouldn't stop you from doing so. If not for yourself, then for your kids. Do you want them growing up this way? Do you think the fact that he hasn't hit them-yet-is any reason to keep from leaving him? There are other ways to damage a child, believe me. Now she would never know how it had all turned out. Not just for Jolene, but for the countless others to whom she'd doled out big sisterly advice, everything from beauty tips to safe sex. What if they found out she had been posing as Monica? Would they feel betrayed, think-ing it some sort of cruel joke, not something she'd fallen into almost by accident, the result of Monica's indifference to her fans? The thought brought a sharp stab to the pit of her stomach. Would she get the chance to tell them she'd had only their best interests at heart? Irma offered her a stick of gum. Anna sensed she was nervous, like someone on a first date. Crimes of this sort were almost unknown in Carson Springs. There'd been the nun murders the year before last, but Sister Beatrice was now safely locked away in an institution for the criminally insane. Other than that, the most that ever happened were Waldo Squires's overnight detentions for being drunk and disorderly. Now, with Monica's death, cops whose public exposure had been limited to addressing the town council about such matters as the need for more parking meters downtown found themselves thrust into the glare of the limelight. Excerpted from Wish Come True by Eileen Goudge 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.
