I'd heard it when he wasn't even asleep, when he sat in his leather wing chair after dinner, reading through the column of psychiatric journals rising from the floor, and it would seem like the cadence against which my entire life was set. to what could only be a calamity, then rain pummeling the roof of our old Victorian house, sluicing its sneaky way to the basement, and finally small puffs of air coming from Hugh's lower lip, each one perfectly timed, like a metronome. You can read an excerpt from Kidd's "The Mermaid Chair" below.įebruary 17, 1988, I opened my eyes and heard a procession of sounds: first the phone going off on the opposite side of the bed, rousing us at 5:04 a.m. Ap— - Sue Monk Kidd scored a literary smash with her debut novel, "The Secret Life of Bees." Now she's back with her follow-up novel, "The Mermaid Chair," which follows the story of Jessie Sullivan, a middle-aged woman whose stifled dreams and desires take shape during an extended stay on Egret Island, S.C., where she is caring for her troubled mother, Nelle.
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