Now What?

As the book opens, Carly gets that dreaded call from the hospital in the wee hours of the morning. Somehow, fifty-year-old Carly must accept the awful news and must, somehow, now, adjust to widowhood. With the assistance of four dear friends, and her own special gifts, Carly tells that story in a way that had me cheering.

This is a beautifully structured story about mid-life loss and dealing with the depression, sadness, and internal hollowness that often attacks in the wake of such tragedy. It is a novel that is written in a matter-of-fact, no nonsense manner that is immediately appealing. During the course of Carly’s recovery and her dedicated attempts to find meaning in a life shattered by death, anger and guilt, the reader is swept right along on the journey with her.

Carly has some psychic ability that allows her to see the auras of others. She, and her dogs, are comforted knowing, also, that her husband’s spirit remains close by. Touching and often humorous, this book is easy to read - never mushy-sounding or overly sentimental - and written from a perspective that is entertaining yet also seems realistic. It was no chore suspending disbelief and becoming fully invested in this remarkable novel. Carly is an endearing character; her story sublime and heart-warming. Highly Recommended.


Book Blurb for Now What?

It was 2:30 a.m. when the phone rang. I fumbled for it, my heart starting a race toward bad news. Our doctor’s voice urged me to hurry. I crammed into clothes as if I expected this call.

It is only a fever that won’t go down, isn't it?

Our doctor shook his head. "...We did everything possible to save him. I held him in my arms when he took his last breath. Carly, I’m so sorry.”

Settling in beside my Bob, I held his cooling hand and asked the two words spoken many times during our years together. “Now what?” This time there was no response. I was on my own for the first time. When my fingers touched his wedding ring, I slipped it off and held it in my fist. The gold band was warm. I clung to him. “Come back to me, dearest.”

Sometimes what you wish for is more than you can live with. 


Night Owl Reviews Mar, 2011 4.75