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Come Away with Me, by Karma Brown
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"Fans of Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat Pray Love will flock to this novel…." —Lori Nelson Spielman, author of The Life List
An unexpected journey leads one woman to find hope and healing in the most unlikely places…
Tegan Lawson has everything she could hope for: an adoring husband, Gabe, and a baby on the way. But suddenly, her life is irreversibly changed when a patch of black ice causes a devastating accident.
Just when Tegan is on the verge of hitting rock bottom, Gabe reminds her of their Jar of Spontaneity, a collection of their dream destinations and experiences. And so begins an extraordinary adventure of a lifetime. From the colorful, bustling markets of Thailand to the rich flavors of Italy to the azure ocean waves in Hawaii, Tegan and Gabe embark on a journey in search of forgiveness and renewal. And as they explore the cultures and beautiful landscapes of these faraway places, they learn that acceptance often comes when we least expect it. Heartbreaking, hopeful and utterly transporting, Come Away with Me is an unforgettable debut and a luminous celebration of the strength of the human spirit.
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"One woman's journey through grief becomes the journey of a lifetime... This emotional love story will stick with you long after you've turned the final page."" —Colleen Oakley, author of Before I Go
"[F]ull of lush locations, memorable characters, and a turn of events that is nothing short of jaw-dropping." —Taylor Jenkins Reid, author of Forever, Interrupted and After I Do
"[A] beautifully written story of love and loss... Come Away with Me had me smiling through my tears." —Tracey Garvis Graves, New York Times bestselling author of On the Island
"[A] heartbreaking yet hopeful tale…Karma Brown is a talented new voice in women's fiction." —Lori Nelson Spielman, author of The Life List
Come Away with Me, by Karma Brown- Amazon Sales Rank: #18941 in eBooks
- Published on: 2015-09-01
- Released on: 2015-08-25
- Format: Kindle eBook
Review "Brown's debut knocks it out of the park... An impressive study of loss, reconciliation, and brave choices with a stunning, three-hanky ending. A strong ensemble of supporting characters fills out this impressive story that carries away the reader's heart and imagination."-Publishers Weekly"Brown's novel is cathartic and heartbreaking. The travel settings will make the reader feel right in the midst of amazing foreign countries. The turn of events in the story will leave you in tears, so definitely have a box of tissues handy."-Romantic Times, 4 stars"A warmly compelling love story... Have tissues at hand for Brown's deeply moving debut."-Booklist"Fans of Elizabeth Gilbert's EAT PRAY LOVE will flock to this novel...." –Lori Nelson Spielman, author of The Life List"One woman's journey through grief becomes the journey of a lifetime... This emotional love story will stick with you long after you've turned the final page. "- Colleen Oakley, author of Before I Go"[F]ull of lush locations, memorable characters, and a turn of events that is nothing short of jaw-dropping." –Taylor Jenkins Reid, author of Forever, Interrupted and After I Do"[A] beautifully written story of love and loss... Come Away with Me had me smiling through my tears." –Tracey Garvis Graves, New York Times bestselling author of On the Island"[A] heartbreaking yet hopeful tale... Karma Brown is a talented new voice in women's fiction." –Lori Nelson Spielman, author of The Life List
About the Author Karma Brown is an award-winning journalist and freelance writer, who probably spends too much time on her laptop in coffee shops. When not writing, she can be found running with her husband, coloring (outside the lines) with her daughter, or baking yet another batch of banana muffins. Karma lives just outside Toronto with her family. Come Away with Me is her first novel.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Even now, the smell of peppermint still makes me cry…* * *We drive the dark streets a little too fast for the weather. Beside me, Gabe crunches a candy cane and drums his thumbs against the steering wheel, singing along to his favorite holiday tune on the radio.He reaches for the second half of the candy cane with one hand and uses the other to turn up the radio. I tell him to keep his hands on the wheel, but I'm not sure he hears me above the music.If only he listened, if only I said it louder.It's 6:56 p.m. I watch the clock nervously…6:57 p.m. We're going to be late, and my mother-in-law hates it when we're late.At this hour the sky has already turned black, a particularly depressing fact about winter in Chicago. But the twinkling Christmas lights that wind around the lampposts almost make up for it. On vacation from the law firm, with a whole six days of freedom, Gabe is in a feisty and festive mood. Plus, it's Christmas Eve and we have so many reasons to celebrate this year. He crunches the candy cane enthusiastically, too impatient to savor it. The candy's sweet, refreshing scent fills the car."Your mom is going to lose it," I say, eyeing the Jetta's dashboard clock. "We're going to be so late.""Five minutes. Ten tops," Gabe says. "She'll live.""Wonder if we will." I give him a wry glance. After eight years of being part of the Lawson family, there are three things I can count on. One, they love to eat, and dropping by for lunch generally means a six-course meal, prepared from scratch by his Italian mother. Two, Gabe inherited his love of life and unwavering positivity from his dad, which I am grateful for. And three, you never, ever, show up late to a Lawson family event…or without a good bottle of red wine."You need to relax, my love." Gabe takes his right hand off the wheel and rests it on my knee briefly, before sliding it up my thigh. His calloused palm—rough from sanding the antique cradle he's been refinishing, the one I slept in as a baby—scratches against my tights as it works its way along my thigh. The bottle of wine tumbles off my lap."Gabe!" I laugh and playfully swat at him. I right the wine bottle and place it between my suede winter boots on the floor. "Get your hand back on the wheel. If this bottle breaks, you're done for."But he keeps his hand where it is. "Trust me," he murmurs, his smile widening. "This will do the trick.""We're almost there," I protest, pressing my hand down hard on his, temporarily stopping its climb. "Let's save this for later, okay? When we're not late and you're not driving.""Don't worry, I'm an expert one-handed driver," he says, inching his hand higher despite my efforts. "Besides, I don't want you going into my parents' house all wound up. You know how my mom smells fear." He turns and winks at me, and I melt. Like always.His fingers hook the thick waistband of my tights, which sit just underneath my newly swelling belly, and I stop protesting.Rockin' around the Christmas tree…have a happy holiday…My breath catches as Gabe's fingers work their way past the waistband and into my not sexy, but quite practical, maternity underwear. I look over at him but he stares straight ahead, a smile playing on his lips. I close my eyes and lean my head against the headrest, as Gabe's hand moves lower.Then, suddenly, too much movement in all the wrong directions. Like riding a roller coaster with closed eyes, unable to figure out which turn is coming next. Except there's no exhilaration—only panic at the realization Gabe no longer has control over the car. The tires lose their grip on the road and Gabe's fingers wrench from between my legs. I gasp out his name and brace my hands against the edges of my seat. We fishtail side to side, and for a moment it seems as though Gabe is back in control. I allow myself a split second of relief. One quick thought that being late to dinner isn't the worst thing that could happen, after all. An instant to contemplate how lucky we are.Then, with a sickening lurch, the car swerves. The momentum is so great it tosses me sideways like a rag doll, and my head cracks against the window. Stars explode behind my eyes, mingling with the lampposts' twinkle lights and creating a dizzying kaleidoscope. I feel like I'm watching a lit Ferris wheel, spinning high in the night sky.As our car smashes into the lamppost, steel meets steel and everything slows down. I wonder if the bottle of wine will be okay. I think that at least now we have a good excuse for being late for dinner. And I'm amazed the radio continues playing, as if nothing has changed.After the impact comes the shriek of metal as our sturdy car rips practically in two. And still, the music plays. When the airbag explodes into my face and chest I worry I may suffocate. But then a rush of pain, deep and frightening, crushes my belly—where the most important thing to both of us is nestled—and it takes my breath away.Seconds later, everything goes quiet.I try to call out for Gabe, but have no air left to make a sound. With my left hand I reach out, hoping to feel him beside me. I need to tell him something is wrong. My head hurts terribly.He'll know what to do.But there's nothing beside me except cold, empty space. Then I realize it's snowing inside the car. We will not be lucky this time.* * *The biscotto shatters into a million pieces, the butter knife clanging against the fine china plate I'd planned to use for Christmas dinner. Back when I was looking forward to Christmas. Or to anything. Staring into the crumbs, I realize how closely they resemble my life. No one piece big enough to be satisfying; too many that even if you try to gather them all, a few will be left behind. Lost forever in the cracks."I don't know why you insist on trying to cut that stuff." Gabe leans against the doorjamb between our kitchen and the hallway."Because I only want half," I say. "Why do they have to make them so damn long?""So you don't burn your fingers when you dip them in your coffee," he replies, shrugging. Obviously, his expression adds, though he doesn't say anything out loud.I sigh, tucking a stringy piece of dark hair behind my ear. "Why are you still here anyway?" It's two o'clock in the afternoon on a Wednesday, the middle of a workday. It's been a long time since I went to work, nearly three months. I pick up a small chunk of the broken biscotto and dip it in my coffee, appreciating the hot liquid's burn against my skin. Physical pain is good. It dulls the ache that won't leave my chest.Gabe moves into the kitchen and sits on the empty stool beside me at the island. "I live here," he says, his tone purposefully light. He's trying to bring a smile to my face, I know, like he used to so easily.The soggy corner of the cookie falls from my fingers and disappears below the surface of the coffee. "Besides, you need me," he adds with a resigned sigh. "I'm not going anywhere."I look back into my mug, oily dots popping to the surface, and grab another piece of biscotto. My mother-in-law, Rosa, brought it over earlier, a whole tray's worth, because she believes eating dilutes grief. But the cookies are Gabe's favorite, not mine. To be honest, I don't much care for them although I didn't have the heart to tell his mom. Especially not now.I put the thick, crusty cookie on the plate and pick up the knife again. Gabe raises an eyebrow but I ignore him, cutting the piece in half, once again unsuccessfully.My mother bustles into the kitchen and I glance up at the stack of tiny folded blankets, covered in green turtles and fuzzy brown teddy bears, she holds in her arms. "What would you like me to do with these?" She looks uncomfortable to be asking the question, even though I've asked her here specifically to help pack up the nursery—something Gabe and I are incapable of facing alone."Get rid of them, please," I say as if I'm talking about tomato soup cans in our trash bin. "Give them away or something."My mom opens her mouth, then closes it as she fingers the fine, muslin blanket on top of the pile—the one I imagined swaddling our son in before rocking him to sleep. "I could just put them in storage, until you're sure.""No," I say, shaking my head. The air in the kitchen is charged with tension. No one knows how to deal with me these days; I can't say I blame them. If I could escape my body and mind, I wouldn't look back. "Give them away. Or throw them out. I don't really care, as long as they're gone.""Are you sure?" Gabe asks. He looks sad. But I'm sure I look worse. I tuck my hair behind my ear again, smelling how long it's been since my last shower.My mom hasn't moved. She's standing on the other side of the island and staring down at the blankets, sweeping her hands across the top one to try and straighten out the wrinkles. It occurs to me she imagined wrapping her grandson in that blanket, too."Get rid of them," I say with an edge this time. But I keep my eyes on Gabe, who has gotten up and is now standing beside my mom. I'm challenging him to argue. "Please don't make me say it again.""Okay, hon, okay," Mom says, looking apologetic before leaving us to finish the conversation I don't want to have."I'm sorry, Tegan." Gabe's voice carries a sadness I understand but don't want to deal with.I pick up another biscotto and put it on the plate full of broken cookie pieces. "I know," I reply, setting the knife directly in the middle of the cookie. I press down firmly and a large chunk of the biscotto flies off the plate, still intact. Finally. "But it doesn't really matter anymore, does it?"* * *"I've never seen you look more beautiful." Gabe is beside me on our couch. I'm looking at the collection of photos on my lap that have yet to make it to a scrapbook or album. I shuf-fie through the photos, stopping at one of Gabe and me in Millennium Park, in front of Cloud Gate, or what Chicago-ans call "the Bean." In it Gabe kisses my cheek, my one foot kicked up and my hands holding the dress's frothy layers of material in a sashay move. Our image is reflected back in the Bean's smooth, shiny steel surface, along with the Chicago skyline and a slew of strangers, now part of our memories. A day I'll never forget."Aside from the tinge of green on my face," I say. Remembering. It's only been six months, but feels like a lifetime.We were married at dusk, during an early September heat wave. The ceremony was on the rooftop of the Wit hotel under the glass roof, which, along with the potted magnolia bushes that were somehow in bloom despite the season, made it feel as though we were inside a terrarium. Glowing lanterns lined the aisle and guests sat on low, white couches that would later become seating for the reception. It was all much more than we could afford, me a kindergarten teacher and Gabe just out of law school. But his well-off parents insisted—and paid—so the Wit it was.I was horribly sick at the wedding, throwing up most of the day—including right after the picture at the Bean, in a bag Gabe wisely tucked in his suit pocket, "just in case"—and only five minutes before I walked down the lantern-lit aisle. Luckily my best friend and maid of honor, Anna, grabbed a wine bucket just in time. My mother-in-law blamed the catering from the rehearsal dinner the night before, which my parents had organized. My mom, bristling at Gabe's mother's implication, suggested it was nerves, telling all who would listen I'd always had a weak stomach when I was nervous. As a child that was quite true. I did my fair share of vomiting before important school exams, anytime I had to public speak and, most unfortunately, onstage when I was one of the three little pigs in the school play. But I had outgrown my "nervous stomach," and figured I'd just caught a bug from school. When you teach five- and six-year-olds all day you spend a good part of the year ill.Gabe was so sweet that morning. Sending me a prewed-ding gift of a dozen yellow roses, a bottle of pink bismuth for my stomach and a card that read:You've always looked good in green—ha-ha. You are my forever. G xo Even sick, it was the best day of my life.We found out a week later it had nothing to do with food poisoning, or nerves, or a virus. I was pregnant. I'd never seen Gabe happier than when he opened the envelope I gave him, telling him it was a leftover wedding card previously misplaced. When he pulled out the card, which had a baby rattle and "Congratulations" printed on its front, at first he looked confused. Then I handed him the pregnancy test stick, with a bright pink plus sign, and he burst into tears. He grabbed me and spun me around, laughing and hollering with joy, until I couldn't see straight. There is nothing like being able to give your husband, the man you've loved since the day you laid eyes on him, a dream come true.We met at Northwestern in our first year, during frosh week. My dorm was having an unsanctioned floor crawl. Gabe, who had been invited by a friend who lived in my dorm, had backed into me coming out of the Purple Jesus room, his giant Slurpee-sized cup of grape Kool-Aid mixed with high-proof vodka spilling all over both of us. Shocked at the cold, rubbingalcohol-scented drink sopping into my white T-shirt and shorts, I simply stared at him, my mouth open. But then we burst out laughing, and he offered to help clean me up in the women's washroom, which also happened to be the orgasm shooter room for the night."How apropos," Gabe said, wiggling his eyebrows at me and handing me a shot glass. I laughed again, tossing back the sickly sweet shooter."Thanks," I said. "That was the best one I've ever had."While we'd been together for so many years after that, our lives intertwined, the day we were married was the day it all really began. If only we'd had more time to bask in that happiness. There was a carton of orange juice in our fridge that had lasted nearly as long.I stack the photos back together, not bothering to wipe away my tears."Teg, please don't cry." Gabe shifts closer to me, but I can barely feel his touch. I'm so numb."Do you think I'll ever be happy again?" I close the lid on the box of photos. Saving them for the same time tomorrow night. "I mean, really happy?""I know it," he says. "You're just not ready yet, love."I touch my necklace, still trying to get used to it. It's a white-gold, round pendant, about the size of a quarter and a half-inch thick. It hangs from a delicate chain. And while the pendant was hollow when the necklace arrived, via a white-andorange FedEx box nowhere near special enough for its cargo, it's now filled with the ashes of a broken dream.
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9 of 9 people found the following review helpful. 5 Heartbreaking, Captivating and Adventurous stars By Trish Bacher - NIH Come Away With Me just blew me away.This beautiful love story between Tegan and Gabe is perfectly breathtaking, tragic and painful, adventurous.Karma Brown takes you on a powerful emotional journey. One that starts with a devastating loss and the struggle to get it together to a story of finding your way back to each other through an adventure of a lifetime.How does one recover from an overwhelming loss? How does a couple stay together after such heartbreak?This story is a beautiful story of discovering yourself within a marriage once again. Finding a way back to one another. The struggles, the heartache, the happiness, the adventure. You will feel for them, you will cry with them and laugh with them.The details of this story are so vivid. Karma Brown leaves nothing to the imagination. She writes in delicate detail which will leave you transported to that place and time.I will say that the twist at the end left me shattered. I still can’t believe it.Totally surprised by this author, this story. A great debut novel. One you should read for yourself.Definitely a Must Read.
9 of 10 people found the following review helpful. Come Away With Me By Colleen T. Please excuse me while I gush a little bit (well, maybe a lot!) about Come Away With Me by Karma Brown. It has been quite a while since a book made me actually, physically cry...like big, fat, hiccup-inducing tears...but that is exactly what happened on and off as I read this story. The raw emotions these characters are experiencing are written so vividly I at times felt like I could feel their pain, anger, anxiety and hollowing sadness along with them. While this did bring about some strange looks from my husband and dogs I am so happy to have experienced these feelings along with Tegan. This is a story that will consume you, and in my opinion that makes one hell of a great read.After the accident Tegan can't seem to get out of her own head or see past her grief, and is so filled with an emptiness and livid anger that she can't help but want to hide away from the world and lash out at anyone who even attempts to get her to think about a time when she can start healing and moving on. While I have thankfully never experienced a tragedy like Tegan's, my son was born two months early and had to spend the first month of his life in the hospital. He is now a healthy, happy ten year old, but I will never forget going home from the hospital without him and the abject emptiness I felt the first time I walked through the door without him in my arms. Ms. Brown nails describing this feeling and made me instantly sympathize with Tegan and the myriad physical and emotional symptoms that come along with an accident like she experiences.As the story progresses the reader not only gets to go along with Tegan and Gabe as they travel to three dream locations but, disbursed throughout, are chapters that go back into Tegan and Gabe's life so we get to see how their love developed and the life they had been living up until the horrible accident. These chapters are filled with laughter and love, and if you haven't fallen a little in love with Gabe by the end I would be shocked. He is such a kind, patient person with Tegan and his careful treatment of her as they travel to Thailand, Italy and Hawaii was beyond touching. Oh, and be prepared to add these three locations to your bucket list, if you haven't already, because Karma Brown's ability to transport the reader made me feel like I was riding an elephant, taking a cooking class filled with ripe tomatoes and garlic and learning how to surf right along with Tegan and Gabe. She hits all the senses with a bang and I am now ready to put my backpack on and take off!There is a twist towards the end of the novel that actually made my heart start beating faster. I honestly didn't see it coming and it really hit me harder than I would have expected given the fact that these things weren't really happening. Regardless, I think it was perfectly done as it drives the story in a direction that will finally come to a conclusion with a sense of satisfaction and hopefulness. After all the tears I was very happy to come to this sort of conclusion!I can't recommend Come Away With Me enough, to anyone who wants to travel along on a sometimes sad yet always fascinating adventure with some unforgettable characters. The fact that this is Karma Brown's debut novel is astounding to me, and I can tell you that she has found a forever-fan in this reader.
9 of 10 people found the following review helpful. A beautifully written, heart-wrenching story of love and loss and hope By Susan Crispell Come Away With Me is a beautifully written, heart-wrenching story of love and loss and being brave enough to face what life throws at you. I worried at the beginning of this book that I wouldn’t connect with Tegan and her grief over losing her baby (full disclosure, I do not have a single mothering bone in my body so while I felt awful for her, it didn’t get me the way it will most women). But then her journey—both emotional and physical—began, and I was so caught up in it that it swept me right along with her to experience the painting elephants and fried crickets in Thailand, the gorgeous views and decadent pasta (and wine!) in Italy, and the rolling swells of Hawaiian waves. Everything in this book is vibrant, from the people Tegan meets in each country to her love story with Gabe—and her heartbreaking fighting with Gabe over the accident—to her depression that is so all-consuming at times that it feels like it’s happening to the reader too. And the story is so delicately woven together that when you’re done you want to go back and reread it in a whole new light.
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