By Thrity Umrigar
From the significantly loved, bestselling writer of the realm We chanced on and the distance among Us, whom the hot York occasions ebook assessment calls a "perceptive and . . . piercing writer," comes a profound, heartbreakingly sincere novel approximately friendship, family members, secrets and techniques, forgiveness, and moment chances
An skilled psychologist, Maggie rigorously keeps emotional distance from her sufferers. but if she meets a tender Indian lady who attempted to kill herself, her specialist detachment disintegrates. bring to a halt from her family members in India, Lakshmi is desperately lonely and trapped in a loveless marriage to a domineering guy who limits her global to their small eating place and grocery store.
Moved via her plight, Maggie treats Lakshmi in her domestic place of work at no cost, fast figuring out that the despondent lady does not want a curb; she wishes a chum. made up our minds to empower Lakshmi as a girl who feels valued in her personal correct, Maggie abandons protocol, and shortly healthcare professional and sufferer became shut friends.
But whereas their courting is deeply affectionate, it's also warped by way of conflicting expectancies. whilst Maggie and Lakshmi open up and proportion long-buried secrets and techniques, the revelations will jeopardize their shut bond, shake their religion in one another, and strength them to confront painful offerings
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My God, you’re my best friend. I’ve told you every bloody thing that’s happened to me. ” “I couldn’t. I tried. I wanted to. Sophie always urged me to. ” Why not? Because it was too confusing, too shameful. Objectively, she had known that she was the wronged party. But always there was the nagging thought that she had made a mountain out of a molehill, that she and Odell—she, in the dumb ignorance of childhood, he, with the angry self-righteousness of youth—had not been sufficiently sympathetic to what Wallace was suffering because his wife had been dying a slow, harrowing death.
She had visited Sudhir’s parents, who lived halfway across the world in Calcutta, more often than that. The shock of seeing how old Wallace looked since she’d seen him last helped her to be polite to him for the entire evening. That and taking her cues from Sudhir, who, as always, was an impeccable host, attentive and gracious. She noticed the effort her husband made to play the role of the dutiful son-in-law, how he drew Wallace into every conversation, how he frequently refilled the older man’s glass with the single malt he was drinking, how he was polite even to Sybil, who had only gotten louder and sillier with age.
We have a late admission. Came in directly from ER. Hard case. Immigrant woman. Attempted suicide. I can’t get her to say a word. ” Maggie wanted to cry with frustration. Sudhir was out of town only until Tuesday, and she had spent all week looking forward to seeing Peter Weiss again, ever since he’d phoned her on Monday and casually asked her out today, as if simply picking up a dropped conversation, as if he had not disappeared from her life three years ago with barely a goodbye. ” she asked.