Publication Date: Sept 2016
ARC copy from Netgalley.com and Algonquin Books
Excerpt from back cover: For every woman who has ever fantasized about driving right past her exit on the highway instead of going home to make dinner, for every woman who has ever dreamed of boarding a train to a place where no one needs constant attention—meet Maribeth Klein. A harried working mother who’s so busy taking care of her husband and twins, she doesn’t even realize she’s had a heart attack.
How does a woman of forty-four get so wrapped up in life that she doesn’t even realize she has had a heart attack? When a woman is chasing twin four year olds, editing a high profile magazine, and trying to accommodate a needy husband, it is easy to simply get bogged down in the details. Personal time and a personal life seize to exist. Maribeth Klein does not even realize she has had a heart attack. She fails to acknowledge the symptoms for a couple of days as she continues running on the hamster wheel of her life.
After a hospital stay that is entirely too short, Maribeth comes home to the twins, still needy husband, and a mother that has given up cooking and doing anything stressful in life. While trying to recover from emergency bypass surgery, Maribeth finds that she gets nominal help and little sympathy from the people from whom she needs it the most.
Minimal rest and a multitude of stress cause Maribeth to walk away from the kids, the husband, and the job. Underlying Maribeth’s stress is a hidden layer of questions contributing to her inability to heal both mentally and physically. By leaving the life she knows behind, Maribeth goes in search of answers and peace and quiet in which to heal.
The story takes some interesting twists as layers are exposed and situations arise that require difficult choices. I enjoyed the story and the characters. An appealing read! Not a light story, but a book to make you think!
This ARC copy was received from Algonquin Books and Netgalley.com in exchange for an honest review. The above thoughts and opinions are wholly my own.