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Posing with Mary Beth Hurt

Posing with Mary Beth Hurt

On Wednesday night, I did a reading/book signing at the Manhattan Upper West Side Barnes & Noble.  Well, I should say, I did the signing and the amazingly talented Mary Beth Hurt did the reading!  Mary Beth is the narrator of the audio version of The Good House and I’ve blogged before about how thrilled I am with her rendition of Hildy.  So it was wonderful to sit back and listen to her read from my book on Wednesday night.  Then I answered questions from a wonderfully packed audience.  So many friends were there, and so many people that I had not yet met .

Publication Eve

Tomorrow The Good House will finally be available in bookstores everywhere! I hope I will see some of you on Wednesday, January 16th at the Barnes & Noble in Manhattan (Broadway and 82nd Street).

In the meantime, Redbook Magazine chose The Good House as it’s February “Must Read” book and included this very kind review in its February issue. They also posted a Q&A in its online edition, and I am reposting it here Thank you Redbook!

REDBOOK Reads: Q&A with Ann Leary

The author of The Good House shares how her childhood informed the novel, her feeling on psychics, and how a literary character can alter your real life behavior.

By Hannah Hickok

A Very Happy Thanksgiving

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We had a great day.  The kids were home and wanted to sleep in for most of the morning, so I left them slumbering and set off for the Roxbury Congregational Church.  I had volunteered to help out with the annual Thanksgiving Day Run For A Cure 5K road race. It’s a cancer benefit organized by the church, the town’s recreational commission and some others. It was a beautiful day.

Our crew:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Up in Smoke

We are staying near the town of Taormina on the eastern coast of Sicily.  In Taormina, as in many areas in this regions, Mt. Etna can be seen in the distance.  Mt Etna is the largest active volcano in Europe.  It’s a heavy smoker.

Mt. Etna from Taormina

A Relaxing Drive

Yes, we are in Sicily.

Yesterday, we spent the morning on the beach and then we took a little drive.  Our travel agent, Rosemary,  had told us not to rent a car because she thinks the driving is difficult in this area.  ”Most Americans find it to be a little intimidating,” she said.

We are NOT most Americans, so we insisted on the rental car and yesterday afternoon, we set off for a drive to a scenic town that a man named Enzo had told us about. We met Enzo on the beach yesterday morning. Enzo doesn’t speak English very well, and we don’t speak Italian, though I am constantly trilling, “Buongiorno” and “Grazie” and “Permesso” at hapless waiters and passersby, gesticulating wildly,  all my accents on the wrong syllables and my spittle bouncing off the wrong consonants.

We Are Here

Hi all. I’m back. I took a little unannounced leave of absence from the blog.  I know I have threatened this before, but I am now VOWING to blog each and every day until January 15th. Why January 15th?  Because that’s the day that my new novel, The Good House, arrives in bookstores!

So today is the first day of the rest of my blog.

We’re on vacation.  Where?  See if you can guess. It’s a place where we’ve never been before. A place where, no matter where you turn, there’s a view:

Not Much Going On Here

Holly in the city

Hello all.

Sneaker Rage

I’m always relieved to learn that there’s a medical term for a condition that plagues me. For instance, I recently learned that the reason I don’t love traveling and especially don’t love hanging out on beaches, is because I have something called relaxation-induced anxiety.  As long as I’m careening through life at full-throttle, writing, running, eating, riding, caring for animals, husband, children, playing tennis, riding on ambulances, etc, I am somewhat stable. Sit me down on a beach or a yoga mat, however, and my mind decides to pick up the slack, goes into overdrive and within minutes I am in a full-blown lather of anxiety and dread. But now I know I’m not just a hyperactive weirdo, I have relaxation-induced anxiety.

Why I Love New England

I was recently asked to write a short piece about New England and New Englanders.  It was for some kind of literary conference that is based in New England.  I think.  I honestly don’t really know what it was for, but I was happy to write about my experiences living in New England.  I’m not a native New Englander – we moved to Marblehead, Massachusetts when I was fourteen and before that we lived in mostly midwestern states, so I’ve always felt that I have a rather unique perspective on New England and its inhabitants, coming to it, as I did, from places where people smile at strangers, allow other drivers to pull in front of them on highways, hug their friends, etc.

Happy Nurses’ Day

Yesterday was National Nurse’s Day, so I thought I would write a few words about nurses.

In my memoir, An Innocent, A Broad, I wrote about my experience having my first baby, Jack, unexpectedly, during what was supposed to be a weekend visit to London. Jack was born a few months early, in a London NHS hospital, and though Denis and I had packed for two nights, it would be almost six months before we would return to the US with our baby. Denis had to return to the states to work, and since I didn’t know anyone in London, I spent most of my days and nights after Jack was born, hanging around the Neonatal Intensive Care unit, staring at my dear, tiny baby, and becoming friends with the nurses, who were my saviors.