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Nine-year-old Carrie Parker and her mother are making a fresh start in a North Carolina small town, ready to put their turbulent past behind them. When Carrie meets the Chaplin ladies, these three generations of warmhearted women seem to have the home Carrie has always dreamed of.
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Nine-year-old Carrie Parker and her mother, Libby, are making a fresh start in the small town of Hartsville, North Carolina, ready to put their turbulent past behind them. Violence has shattered their family and left Libby nearly unable to cope. And while Carrie once took comfort in her beloved sister, Emma, her mother has now forbidden even the mention of her name. When Carrie meets Ruth, Honor, and Cricket Chaplin, these three generations of warmhearted women seem to have the loving home Carrie has always dreamed of. But as Carrie and Cricket become fast friends, neither can escape the pull of their families' secrets-and uncovering the truth will transform the Chaplins and the Parkers forever. Look for special features inside. Join the Circle for author chats and more.
Author Biography
New York Times bestselling author Elizabeth Flock is a former journalist who reported for Time and People magazines and worked as an on-air correspondent for CBS. She is the author of several acclaimed novels, including But Inside I'm Screaming and Me & Emma. She lives in New York City.
Review
"Absolutely unforgettable . . . Haunting, harrowing, and exquisitely told, Flock's brilliant, bold novel is all about imagination, grief, and one stunning young narrator's struggle to transcend an unimaginable past in order to carve out a future."—Caroline Leavitt, New York Times bestselling author of Pictures of You"A gripping read that is at once heartbreaking and heartwarming. Flock masterfully combines a deeply affecting family drama with relentless suspense. You'll find yourself reading late into the night to find out what life has in store for the indomitable Carrie Parker."—Heather Gudenkauf, New York Times bestselling author of The Weight of Silence"From the opening sentence of Elizabeth Flock's exceptional new novel, I was at its tender mercies. These memorable, lovable characters jumped off the page and lodged themselves in my heart."—Elinor Lipman, author of The Family Man and Then She Found Me"Elizabeth Flock has created a young heroine who will win your heart. Caroline Parker is fierce, bright, and endlessly lovable. Amid this well-plotted mystery, there's a story of great hope, survival, and resilience."—Julianna Baggott, author of Girl Talk and Pure"Readers who loved Me & Emma will pounce on the sequel." —Booklist"Flock conjures the world of young Carrie with the pathos and heartbreak of Mary Karr's The Liar's Club. You will not put this novel down." —Antoinette van Heugten, bestselling author of Saving Max"Carrie Parker is one of the toughest, scrappiest, most endearing child protagonists I've ever encountered in a novel. I fell in love with her immediately, and also with the rest of this wonderful cast of survivors—compelling characters the world has kicked hard, but who rise up and become stronger at those broken places. I was rooting for every one of them and haven't stopped thinking of them since." —Katrina Kittle, author of The Blessings of the Animals
Review Quote
"Haunting, harrowing, and exquisitely told, Flock's brilliant, bold novel is all about imagination, grief, and one stunning young narrator's struggle to transcend an unimaginable past in order to carve out a future. Absolutely unforgettable." --CAROLINE LEAVITT, New York Times bestselling author of Pictures of You "Elizabeth Flock has created a young heroine who will win your heart. Caroline Parker is fierce, bright, and endlessly lovable. Amid this well-plotted mystery, there's a story of great hope, survival, and resilience." --JULIANNA BAGGOTT, author of Girl Talk and Pure "From the opening sentence of Elizabeth's Flock's exceptional new novel, I was at its tender mercies. I kept asking myself, How did she accomplish this storytelling feat?--heart-wrenching and funny in unexpected ways, beautifully told and so satisfying. These memorable, lovable characters jumped off the page and have lodged themselves in my heart." --ELINOR LIPMAN, author of The Family Man and Then She Found Me
Discussion Question for Reading Group Guide
1. The mother-daughter relationship is an important theme in this novel. What lessons can be learned from Libby and Carrie, and from Honor and Cricket? 2. Why do you think Elizabeth Flock chose to narrate the story from Carrie's and Honor's points of view? How would the novel differ if it were told through the eyes of Cricket? Of Ruth? 3. Honor's relationship with Cricket is very different from Eddie's relationship with Cricket. Do you think that father-daughter relationships are inherently different from mother-daughter relationships? If yes, how so? 4. What are the characteristics of a strong mother-daughter relationship? Do you think that Honor and Cricket have a strong relationship? What in their relationship works? In what ways do you think Honor approaches motherhood differently than Ruth does? 5. Discuss Carrie's relationship with Cricket. How are the two girls alike? How are they different? 6. The death of a child has a devastating impact on parents, and the death of Caroline was one of the main reasons that Eddie and Honor separated. Do you think Eddie and Honor would have gotten back together if Carrie hadn't come into their lives? 7. Libby seems to put all of her needs before Carrie's. Do you think that she was always like this? Or was there a time when she was good to Carrie? Is Libby's act of confession at the end a sacrifice for her daughter, or is it a selfish act? 8. Carrie's flashbacks hint at what really happened to Emma. At any point before the ending, did you guess the truth? What surprised you most? 9. Ruth kept alive the dream that she was related to Charlie Chaplin for many years. Is her behavior in any way similar to Carrie keeping alive the dream that her mother cared about her? And that her "good" behavior could influence her mother's moods? Have you ever wanted something so much that you held out false hope? What are the benefits or consequences of fooling ourselves? 10. After losing her first child, Honor has a desperate need to keep control in her life. How does Carrie ease Honor's need for control? 11. Can you imagine living in a world like Carrie's? Do you think that you would be able to be as resourceful and optimistic as she? 12. In this book, Mr. Burdock is the only positive male figure in Carrie's life. Do you think that he should have called Child Protective Services when he saw that Libby wasn't really looking after Carrie? How do you define the line between minding your own business and stepping in to help someone? 13. Do you feel differently about Mr. Burdock's inaction versus the Dressers' overreaction? If Honor and Eddie hadn't been wrongly accused of child abuse, do you think that they would have been quicker to intervene in Carrie's situation? Or do you think that Honor made the right decision by feeding and helping Carrie as much as she did? 14. Did Carrie's unfamiliarity with modern technology make you think about how much of the way we live our lives has changed over the past few years? How would this story be different if it was set in a time without the Internet? Do you think that Carrie would ever have learned the truth about her family? 15. Elizabeth Flock extensively researched child psychology and trauma in order to portray Carrie in a realistic way. Though Carrie is never officially diagnosed or labeled with a psychological condition, how did you interpret her character? Why do you think the author refrained from labeling her in the novel?
Excerpt from Book
CHAPTER ONE Carrie Parker If you''re reading this, I must be dead and maybe you''re going through this notebook hunting for clues. It always bugs me when I''m looking real hard for something and after a long time it turns up right under my nose where it was the whole time, so I''m going to tell you right here in the beginning all I know for certain. It may or may not make sense right now but who knows, maybe it will later on. The first certain thing I know is that Richard''s not ever gonna hurt Momma again. The second thing is that I had a sister named Emma. Here''s what else I know: we were moving to my grandmother''s house but now we''re not. Momma says in the river of life I''m a brick in her pocket, and I''m not sure what that has to do with her changing her mind, but Momma is most assuredly not driving in the direction of Gammy''s house. So until I figure it all out, the number one most important thing you need to know so you can tell ever-body is that I, Caroline Parker, am not crazy. I don''t care what anybody says--I''m not. I swear. People think I cain''t hear them say things when I''m in town like shh, shh, shh--there goes that Parker girl bless her crazy little heart but I''m not deaf, y''all. I''m just a kid. I''m not peculiar or crazy as an outhouse rat. And I''m gonna prove it once and for all. You wait and see. They''ll be lining up to say sorry and they''ll ask for a hug or something embarrassing like that but the best part''ll be when ever-body finally admits they''re wrong about me. I''m gonna do ever-thing right from now on. I''m gonna be like the other kids. I''m gonna be the best daughter in the whole wide universe--so good Momma''s not going to believe it. Just you wait and see. CHAPTER TWO Carrie Right now Momma and me are riding in our old beat-up station wagon with all we got to our names stuffed into Hefty sacks in the way back. Momma has an old-fashioned square little bitty suitcase she calls her travel case locked up next to her in the front seat. I never saw it before in my life. Heck, I never knew it existed till we lit out of town. She must have thought I''d go breaking into it if I''d found it back at the house and truth to tell I probably would have because I love little bitty things of any kind. What I dearly love more than anything in the universe is little bitty animals. We don''t have any pets but I''m hoping that''ll change in our new life because I want a dog so bad and I''m thinking if I''m real good and I never say the name Emma and I do ever-thing Momma wants she''ll give in and we''ll get a puppy. I promised Momma she wouldn''t have to do a dang thing because I''d take care of it but every time I bring it up she says I''d probably kill it along with everything else. But I swear I wouldn''t. I''d take perfect care of her. I''d name her Pip. Short for Pipsqueak. Along with boring stuff like clothes, I own this notebook I like to draw and write in. My favorite thing is making lists. I can make a list out of anything really. You name it and I''ll make a list out of it. It''s something else. That''s what Mr. Wilson our old neighbor says about my list-making abilities. That''s something else, he said when I showed him how I was making a list of his guns and bullets and holsters. But that was before I used his gun to shoot Richard and now I ain''t allowed to mention Mr. Wilson or guns anymore. What I Own Personally 1.Two pairs of shoes if you count flip-flops, which I do. 2.Une polka-dot dress I hate because it''s a polka-dot dress for goodness'' sake and it''s a dress and no one wears dresses to school if they can help it. I cain''t recall when I ever wore it outside of church, back when we used to go to church. 3.A button-down shirt Momma calls a blouse that I''ve hardly ever worn on account of it being fancy and I haven''t ever done anything even close to fancy because we''re dirt-poor. 4.A book of words with the title Vocabulary 101. 5.Two pairs of shorts and one pair of blue jeans that don''t fit no more. 6.Five old T-shirts from the Goodwill truck that used to come a couple times a year to sell things in the lot out back of Zebulon''s. I just turned nine. One year from double digits. One more year till I''m a young lady--that''s what my teacher in my old town, Toast, where we lived before moving to Hendersonville with Richard, used to call the older kids in school. The little ones--the single digits--she just called them kids. I wish I could be ten back in Toast just to hear Miss Ueland call me young lady. My birthday must have slipped Momma''s mind because the first thing she said to me two days ago was "Go on get dressed I need you to run to the post office and get a change of address form." I waited a second just in case she remembered what day it was but when she told me to quit lollygagging and move my lazy behind I knew it''d just be another regular day. I walked to town and when I was sure no car was coming in either direction I sang myself the Happy Birthday song real low. I doubled up and sang the "smell like a monkey" version too. But our plans changed yesterday, after Momma went to use the pay phone in town. When she left the house the plan was to go stay with my momma''s momma, Gammy, but when Momma came back home, all the sudden we weren''t. Just like that. She said she wouldn''t go where she wasn''t wanted. Even though I didn''t say so, I know just what she meant. That''s how come I know the outside of our house better than the inside. With my eyes closed I could find the little hole behind the lichen and vines that grow over the mossy old tree stump out back in the holler. I know which rocks to step on if you want to cross the creek and which ones only look like they''ll hold steady. I could draw from memory the dead tree trunk crossing the path between Mr. Wilson''s and our house. To me it always looked like the thicket''s taking that tree back to where it came from, with moss over most all of it, vines choking it to crumbling in parts, and a big opening where a gnome would live if gnomes were real and lived in piney woods. I liked it better outside anyway. I pretended little bitty forest creatures were watching, looking out for me and Emma. Whoops. I mean, looking out for me. I figured they liked for me to be there because they knew I''d never let anything hurt them, no sirree I wouldn''t and that''s a fact. Whenever I went back inside the house, when the screen door slammed and Momma looked up from whatever she was doing, she''d see it was me and the air would go out of her like a day-old birthday balloon. Then she''d say oh, it''s you and turn back to her chores. I don''t know who else she thought was gonna be coming through our door. "Trouble," Emma would say. "Momma looks scared ever-time the door opens because she''s used to Trouble coming through it." I''d tell her, "But we come through it all the time and we ain''t Trouble." "You and me are small," Emma''d say, looking up from playing with the dirty old Barbie doll who lost her hair before we found her, "we''re small but as far as Momma''s concerned we''re Trouble." That''s Emma for you--always knowing more than me about pretty much ever-thing that matters. If she were here I bet she''d probably even know where Momma and me are moving to. All I know for certain is it''ll be a place we''ll be wanted. What with us fixing to leave town for good there just wasn''t time for a birthday fuss anyway. I don''t mind. Really I don''t. Emma would have remembered, though. I know, I know--like Momma said, she ain''t real. She was made-up, I''m supposed to say. But if she''d been real--if I''d really had a sister named Emma--I bet she''d have made me a real nice daisy-chain necklace with White Rain hair spray all over it so it''d last forever. Hair spray makes things last to infinity, just so you know. I''m not kidding. We''re starting fresh. That''s what Momma says. To get ready for our drive Momma even cleaned out the crumbs, empty RC Cola cans, and chew-tobacco tins left over from Richard so the inside of the car would look spiffy. When she''s in a good mood Momma says words like that. Spiffy. Or Jeez Louise. Jiminy Cricket. And when something surprises her, she says well I''ll be. I helped her get the old car ready and when I opened the ashtray up front and asked what all I should do with the cigarette butts crammed in on top of one another she said well I''ll be, that sure is one full ashtray in need of emptying all right. Once I even heard her say jeepers. That was when there was a long line of ants marching into our kitchen from outside. Momma''s mostly been in a good mood getting ready to start fresh. That''s also on account of her feeling loads better, I bet. Today Momma''s neck bruise is about as wide as the rope Mr. Wilson tied his dog Brownie to the tree with. It''s been fading pretty slow but at least it''s thinner now. Last week it was wide as a hand, the exact shape of Richard''s hand. In back, where his fingers dug in good and hard, it''s red mixed with black but the blue is turning the same yellow ringing the mark on her left cheek. When a bruise gets yellow that''s good news. It means your skin''s trying to be normal again. Momma hates it when I watch her closely. She says I been doing it all my life but I''m good at pretending I don''t do it no more because I once overheard her telling Richard I study her like I was gonna be quizzed. She said to him it makes my skin crawl, her looking at me like that. So ever since I make myself think about other things when I''m around her so I won''t make her skin crawl. That''s where my vocabulary book comes in handy. I f
Details ISBN0345524438 Author Elizabeth Flock Short Title WHAT HAPPENED TO MY SISTER Language English ISBN-10 0345524438 ISBN-13 9780345524430 Media Book Format Paperback Year 2012 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Imprint Ballantine Books Inc. DEWEY FIC Subtitle A Novel UK Release Date 2012-08-07 Publication Date 2012-08-07 AU Release Date 2012-08-07 NZ Release Date 2012-08-07 US Release Date 2012-08-07 Birth 1930 Affiliation University of Memphis Position Author/Illustrator Qualifications M.D. Pages 304 Publisher Random House USA Inc Audience General We've got this
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