Saint Maybe

Saint Maybe

Anne Tyler

Language: English

Pages: 352

ISBN: 0449911608

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

9 weeks on the New York Times bestseller list!

"A novel that attests once again to Ms. Tyler's enormous gifts as a writer."

"Captivating . . . . Compelling . . . . There is a kind of magic at work in this novel."

In 1965, the happy Bedloe family is living an ideal, apple-pie existence in Baltimore.  Then, in the blink of an eye, a single tragic event occurs that will transform their lives forever--particularly that of seventeen-year-old Ian Bedloe, the youngest son, who blames himself for the sudden "accidental" death of his older brother.

Depressed and depleted, Ian is almost crushed under the weight of an unbearable, secret guilt.  Then one crisp January evening, he catches sight of a window with glowing yellow neon, the CHURCH OF THE SECOND CHANCE.  He enters and soon discovers that forgiveness must be earned, through a bit of sacrifice and a lot of love...

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it’s part of his religion or something.” “Well, no,” Daphne said. She felt touched. She was seeing Ian, all at once, from an outsider’s angle. She said, “I didn’t mean to drag you down. I was just thinking of back in school when some of my friends had crushes on him. They used to end up so frustrated. They ended up mad at him, almost.” “Well, I can understand that,” Rita said. She took a hearty swallow of beer and wiped the foam off her upper lip. “And he is a good bit older than you,” Daphne

washcloth. Yes, she thought she could do it on her own. But still she didn’t answer. She tossed her head to flick her hair off her face. She felt Thomas come up cautiously to stand next to her. He was twiddling the pacifier between his fingers. Just as Daphne let go of the nipple after her last gulp (Squirrel-oh! the nipple said), he reached over and plugged her mouth with the pacifier. Daphne went on sucking. Thomas and Agatha took a step back, but Daphne stayed quiet. “Soose,” Thomas said

examine it further later on—consider, say, what happened to those foreigners who ended up not going home. The holiday couldn’t last forever, could it? Was there a certain moment when the movie set turned solid? But for now, he didn’t bother himself with all that. He was happy just to sit here, letting some of their Time Out rub off on him. Then Ollie turned toward the house and called, “Come see!” and for courtesy’s sake, Doug rose and followed Ray and John One to the yard. Other neighbors were

said, “Tell what was in her desk.” “She didn’t have a desk.” “Her topmost bureau drawer, then. Or that ragtag drawer full of string and such in her kitchen.” “All I know is, my dad went through her house and he didn’t find anything useful. He talked about how people don’t write letters anymore.” “So: no letters.” “And no address book, either. I remember he mentioned that.” “How about her divorce papers? She couldn’t have throwed them away.” “Maybe after she remarried she did.” “Well,

route—university and such. I was younger and had more time. You’re what, thirty-four? Still, Lawrence Bible School, down in Richmond—” “Richmond! I can’t go to Richmond!” “Why not?” “I have responsibilities here!” “But surely those are just about finished now, aren’t they?” Reverend Emmett asked. “Shouldn’t you be thinking ahead now?” Ian sat forward, clamping his knees. “Reverend Emmett,” he said, “Daphne at sixteen is more trouble than all three of them were at any other age. Do you know

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