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Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good: A New Mitford Novel (A Mitford Novel, 10) - Hardcover

Buch 12 von 15: Mitford

Karon, Jan

 
9780399167447: Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good: A New Mitford Novel (A Mitford Novel, 10)
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0399167447 ISBN 13: 9780399167447
Verlag: Putnam, 2014

Inhaltsangabe

"Karon knits Mitford's small-town characters and multiple story lines into a cozy sweater of a book....Somewhere Safe hits the sweet spot at the intersection of your heart and your funny bone. 4/4 stars"-USA Today

"Welcome home, Mitford fans...to Karon's gift for illuminating the struggles that creep into everyday lives-along with a vividly imagined world."-People

"The faster and more impersonal the world becomes, the more we need...Mitford."- Cleveland Plain Dealer



After five hectic years of retirement from Lord's Chapel, Father Tim Kavanagh returns with his wife, Cynthia, from a so-called pleasure trip to the land of his Irish ancestors.

While glad to be at home in Mitford, something is definitely missing: a pulpit. But when he's offered one, he decides he doesn't want it. Maybe he's lost his passion.

His adopted son, Dooley, wrestles with his own passion-for the beautiful and gifted Lace Turner, and his vision to become a successful country vet. Dooley's brother, Sammy, still enraged by his mother's abandonment, destroys one of Father Tim's prized possessions. And Hope Murphy, owner of Happy Endings bookstore, struggles with the potential loss of her unborn child and her hard-won business.

All this as Wanda's Feel Good Café opens, a romance catches fire through an Internet word game, their former mayor hatches a reelection campaign to throw the bums out, and the weekly Muse poses a probing inquiry: Does Mitford still take care of its own?

Millions of fans will applaud the chance to spend time, once more, in the often comic and utterly human presence of Jan Karon's characters. Indeed, they have never been more sympathetic, bighearted, and engaging.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Jan Karon is the #1 New York Times–bestselling author of twenty-three books, including the Mitford novels, the Father Tim novels, a popular cookbook, and several books for children. She lives near Mr. Jefferson’s Monticello, a World Heritage site in Central Virginia.

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This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof

Copyright © 2014 Jan Karon
One

His wife was determined to march him to the country club this Saturday evening. Worse, he'd have to stuff himself into his old tux like sausage into a casing.

The Irish breakfast-more properly, a resplendent banquet on a plate-was the culprit. He had tried to restrict himself to three such repasts during their stay in County Sligo, but ended up devouring seven, two of them out of view of his wife. He didn't know about St. Paul, but the grim baggage of diabetes was definitely this cleric's thorn.

'I'm still jet-lagged,' he said.

'Jet lagged? After ten days? Try again, sweetheart.'

There was a busy silence. They sat in his study, finishing a second cup of coffee. Rain gleamed on the leaves of the maple outside the vast window; fog capped the mountains beyond. 'Our observatory,' he reasoned, when faced with the alarming cost of so much glass.

'It's an important occasion, Timothy. Your doctor is retiring after decades of sleep loss and patients who won't do what the doctor ordered.'

So? Hardly anyone ever did what the priest ordered, either.

'Then he's volunteering to serve in one of the worst areas of famine in the world.'

She pressed her case as he wrestled an unsettling truth- with Hoppy Harper out of the picture, he would fall into the hands of Doctor Wilson, who, in his opinion, was yet the unlicked cub, medically speaking.

'And Father Timothy Kavanagh,' she said, 'highly esteemed friend and long-time priest of the guest of honor, wants to sit home.' The cocked head, the raised eyebrow, the gathering of hoarfrost.

'You're absolutely right,' he said.

'So you're going!'

'Cynthia, Cynthia. I didn't say I'm going, I said you're right that I want to sit home.' He gave forth a sigh.

'You're so southern.'

His Massachusetts-born spouse was keen on the notion that southerners were over-fond of sighing, something apparently beneath the dignity of Yankees. 'You won the war,' his father would have said, 'what's to sigh about?'

Did she have so much time on her hands that she could spend it conducting his business? Since she had started a new book, she should be insensible to life's vagaries for at least ten or eleven months.

'I just read an article,' she said, 'on what can happen to priests when they retire. Some of them end up refusing to leave the house.'

'I have left the house religiously,' he said with feeling.

And there she went, hooting with laughter. It was very hard to have a dispute with a woman who wouldn't stay aggrieved, but was ever looking to put a shine on things.

'I suppose it doesn't count,' he said, 'that I went to see Hoppy on Tuesday and we had a long talk and I prayed for him and wished him well and promised we'd stay in touch with Olivia and Lace whenever he's away.' He watched her eyes; this was clearly not enough.

'I gave him a nice pair of nail clippers,' he said. No need to say it was a pass-along gift from his cousin. 'In a leather case.'

The blank look.

'That was lovely, I'm sure, but it will honor him to have people there, like at a funeral. How would you feel if no one came to your funeral because they'd already said lovely things before you croaked?'

'Ok, ok, I'll do it. Peace be with you, Kav'na. Where are my studs?'

'In the right-hand section of your top bureau drawer. And also with you.'

He thought she looked pretty pleased with herself.

He headed upstairs to try on the tux, to look Veracity in the face, and assemble the required paraphernalia.

His dog lay sprawled and oblivious on the landing, warming himself in a patch of sunlight.

Barnabas raised his head, blinked.

Soon, he would have to move the Old Gentleman down to the study, as stairs were increasingly non-negotiable for his twelve-year-old Bouvier/Irish wolfhound. He had put off doing it; it would be unsettling for all, even for his wife's cat, Violet.

When Cynthia moved

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Verlag
Putnam
Erscheinungsdatum
2014
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0399167447
ISBN 13 
9780399167447
Einband
Gebundene Ausgabe
Anzahl der Seiten
400
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