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Fowler's debut is the heartbreaking story of a woman who made what she thought was a responsible decision, only to have to live with the consequences...When Meg discovers she has amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), she knows she has only one chance to make peace with the past and give her daughter hope for the future. The choices made by Meg and Savannah may be controversial with some readers, but, nevertheless, this outstanding debut is recommended for all public libraries. --Library Journal (starred review)
"Souvenir is tender, touching, and completely compelling. I cared so much about these characters, couldn't put the novel down, read through the night. Therese Fowler writes with such wisdom about young love, intense and impossible choices, and the way one decision can affect an entire life."
-Luanne Rice
In this powerful fiction debut, Therese Fowler combines the emotional resonance of Nicholas Sparks with the intense, true-to-life richness of Jodi Picoult to create a stunning and dramatic novel all her own.
Meg Powell and Carson McKay grew were raised side by side on their families' farms, bonded by a love that only deepened. Everyone in their small rural community in northern Florida thought that Meg and Carson would always be together. But at twenty-one, Meg was presented with a marriage proposal she could not refuse, forever changing the course of her life.
Seventeen years later, Meg's marriage has become routine, and she spends her time juggling the demands of her medical practice, the needs of her widowed father, and the whims of her rebellious teenage daughter, Savannah, who is confronting her burgeoning sexuality in a dangerous manner, and pushing her mother away just when she needs her most. Then, after a long absence, Carson returns home to prepare for his wedding to a younger woman. As Carson struggles to determine where his heart and future lie, Meg makes a shocking discovery that will upset the balance of everyone around her.
Unfolding with warmth and passion, Therese Fowler's vibrant and moving debut illuminates the possibility of second chances, the na#65533;ve choices of youth, the tensions within families, and the wondrous designs of fate. A searing yet redemptive novel, Souvenir is an unforgettable tale about the transforming power of love.
Author Notes
In 2005, author Therese Fowler received a Master in Fine Arts degree in creative writing from North Carolina State University (NCSU). Before becoming a full-time author, she was a graduate teaching assistant and creative writing instructor for NCSU. Her debut novel, Souvenir, was published in 2008; followed by Reunion in 2009. She currently lives in Raleigh, North Carolina with her family.
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Reviews (3)
Publisher's Weekly Review
The melodrama is thick and heavy in Fowler's debut. Meg Powell turned her back on the love of her life, Carson McKay, to marry Brian Hamilton, the scion of a banking family who saved her parents' farm from foreclosure in exchange for her hand. Now, 16 years later, Meg and Brian are so busy with their careers that they overlook their 16-year-old daughter, Savannah, who has typical adolescent concerns about being pretty and popular. Carson, meanwhile, has become a rock star and is now on the verge of marrying a much younger surfing champion, but he's never gotten over Meg. Trouble comes as Meg is diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's disease and Savannah meets an unsavory 23-year-old man online who woos her with the kind of positive reinforcement she wants to hear. Unfortunately, Fowler does little to create narrative tension or well-rounded characters: Meg and Carson reunite before Meg's health declines, Brian is a predicable schmuck, and Savannah gets a rough comeuppance at the hands of her bad news beau and his pals. The bungled handling of saccharine material limits this would-be tearjerker. (Mar.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Booklist Review
Fowler's debut centers on two star-crossed lovers, Meg Powell and Carson McKay, who fell in love as teens but were torn apart when Meg agreed to marry wealthy Brian Hamilton in order to save her family's farm. Sixteen years later, Meg is a successful doctor with a beautiful 15-year-old daughter, Savannah, and Carson is a famous rock star engaged to a younger surfing champ. Meg is thrown off guard when she runs into Carson at the tailor on a trip home to prepare for his wedding. She tries to put him out of her head, but it doesn't help that her teenage daughter who might in fact be Carson's child is a huge fan of Carson's and wants to go a concert he's putting on in Orlando. Savannah is harboring a secret: she's been seeing an attractive older guy she met on the Internet. But Meg, too, is hiding a secret, one that will change the lives of those around her forever. Truly impossible to put down, Fowler's first novel offers appealing characters and clever, unexpected twists.--Huntley, Kristine Copyright 2007 Booklist
Library Journal Review
Fowler's debut is the heartbreaking story of a woman who made what she thought was a responsible decision, only to have to live with the consequences. Meg Powell had always loved Carson McKay, and the families thought they'd end up together. But when Brian Hamilton offered to forgive the mortgage Meg's irresponsible father couldn't pay, Meg agreed to marry him. Seventeen years later, Meg's a successful obstetrician in a loveless marriage. Her daughter, Savannah, almost 16, thinks she's found love on the Internet and acts recklessly. Carson is a successful musician, on the verge of marriage to a younger woman, although he's never forgotten Meg. When Meg discovers she has amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), she knows she has only one chance to make peace with the past and give her daughter hope for the future. The choices made by Meg and Savannah may be controversial with some readers, but, nevertheless, this outstanding debut is recommended for all public libraries.-Lesa M. Holstine, Glendale P.L., AZ (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
One Reminders. Meg didn't need more of them, but that's what she got when her father let her into his new apartment at the Horizon Center for Seniors Wednesday evening. He held out a plastic grocery bag. "What's in there?" "Notebooks, from your mother's desk," he said. "Take 'em now, before I forget." He did more and more of that lately, forgetting. Idiopathic short-term memory loss was his doctor's name for his condition, which right now was more an irritation than an issue. Idiopathic, meaning there was no particular explanation. Idiopathic was an apt term for Spencer Powell, a man who lived entirely according to his whims. Meg took the bag and set it on the dining table along with her purse. This would be a short visit, coming at the end of her twelve-hour day. Hospital rounds at seven am, two morning deliveries, a candy-bar lunch, and then four hours of back-to-back patients at her practice--women stressing about episiotomies, C-section pain, stretch marks, unending fetal hiccups, heavy periods, lack of sex drive, fear of labor. And still four hours to go before she was likely to hit the sheets for five. An exhausting grind at times, but she loved her work. The ideal of it, at least. "So how was today?" she asked, taking the clip out of her shoulder-length hair and shaking it loose. "Are you finding your way around all right?" "Colorful place," he said, leading her to the living room. He sat in his recliner--why did old men seem always to have one, fraying and squeaky, with which they wouldn't part? "Pair o' guys over in wing C got a great system for winning on the dogs." The greyhounds, he meant. "Is that right?" she asked, looking him over. He looked spry as ever, and his eyes had regained the smile she'd never seen dimmed before last fall. His hair, once the brightest copper, had gone full silver, making him seem more distinguished somehow, silver being more valuable. Distinguished, but no less wild than before--a man whose mind was always a step ahead of his sense. His diabetes was in check, but since her mother had died suddenly seven months earlier, Meg felt compelled to watch him closely. She was looking for signs of failing health, diabetic danger signals: swollen ankles, extra fluid in the face, unusual behaviors. All his behaviors were unusual, though, so that part was difficult. The other difficult thing was how he kept confronting her with random pieces of her mother's life. A pitted chrome teapot. Stiff and faded blue doilies from their old dining hutch. Rose-scented bath powder, in a round cardboard container with a round puff inside. Last week, a paper bag of pinecones dipped in glitter-thick wax. Trivia from a life forever altered by the sudden seizure of Anna Powell's heart, like a car's engine after driving too long without oil. "Yeah, those boys said they win more'n they lose, so what's not to like about that? Hey--my left kidney's acting up again. Steady pain, kinda dull, mostly. What d'ya s'pose that's about?" "Call Dr. Aimes," she said, as she always did when he brought up anything relating to his kidneys. "Tomorrow. Don't wait." He looked all right--but then, she'd thought her mother had too. What a good doctor she was; she should've seen the signs of runaway hypertension, should've known a massive heart attack was pending. She never should have taken her mother's word that she was doing fine on the blood pressure medication, nothing to worry about at all. Her father frowned in annoyance, as he always did when she wouldn't diagnose him. "What good are you?" "If you go into labor, I'll be glad to help out. Otherwise, tell Dr. Aimes." She would remind him again when she called tomorrow. His apartment was modest--one bedroom, one bath, a combined dining-living area, and a kitchen--but comfortable, furnished mostly with new things. He'd sold the business, Powell's Breeding and Boarding, along with the house and all the property, in order to move here. She didn't know the financial details because he'd insisted on handling that part of things himself. But he assured her he could afford to "modernize" a little, as he'd put it. Meg looked around, glad to not see much of her mother here. Memories were like spinning blades: dangerous at close range. Her mother's empty swivel rocker, placed alongside the recliner, would take some getting used to. If her father would just stop regurgitating things from the farm--or send them to her sisters, all of whom wisely lived out of state--she might be able to get comfortable with the new order. Was that his strategy, too? Was he giving things away so that he didn't have to be reminded of his loss every time he opened a closet or a drawer? He certainly wasn't much for facing the past, himself. The past was where all his failures lived. Well, they had that in common. He pulled the recliner's lever and stretched out. "So yeah, I'm doin' fine. Why'nt you bring Savannah over Sunday; we'll have dinner in this establishment's fine dining room. They just put in one of them self-serve ice cream machines, you know what I'm talking about? Toppings, too. Y'oughta see the old farts elbowing each other to get there first! If I'd known this place was so entertaining, I'd've moved Mom here. This would be her kind of place, don't you think? Lots of biddies around to cackle with." "Sure, she would've liked it a lot," Meg said. The farm had overwhelmed her mother perpetually, even after Brian and his father-- officially Hamilton Savings and Loan--forgave her parents' mortgage as promised. In the years afterward, Meg liked to take her mother out to lunch for a break and a treat; she offered her spending money (as she secretly did her sisters too), but the reply was always, "Oh, heavens no, Meggie. You've done so much as it is. Besides, you know your father." She did. Though cursed with a black thumb for profits, he was too proud to let her put cash in their hands. He hadn't been too proud, though, to let her--to encourage her--to take Brian's offer. That was different; no money changed hands. Meg hadn't had to give up anything--Carson didn't count. It was her choice anyway, that's what he always said. "Hey--why'nt you bring our girl over here for dinner Sunday?" He said this as if the idea had just occurred to him. She stood next to his chair, noting how his invitation didn't include Brian--intentionally? "I'll do that," she said. "Right now I need to get going." "Okay, fine, go on, Miss Hectic Schedule. I know, you got things to do. Y'oughta enjoy the ride a little more, though. Now that you can. Don't you think? I'm fine here, everything's settled. I don't know why you don't just get on with your life." Now that she could? What was he talking about? He continued, "You're not happy. I've known that for a long time. Move forward, Meggie, while you're still young." She looked at him quizzically--he didn't always make sense, but he hated having it pointed out--and kissed him without pursuing it. "I'm fine, Dad," she said. "It's just been a long day." Excerpted from Souvenir by Therese Fowler 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.