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About the Book
Lulu and Merry's childhood was never ideal, but on the day before Lulu's 10th birthday, their father drives them into a nightmare. He's always hungered for the love of the girls' self-obsessed mother; after she throws him out, their troubles turn deadly.
Lulu had been warned never to let her father in, but when he shows up drunk, he's impossible to ignore. He bullies his way past Lulu, who then listens in horror as her parents struggle. She runs for help, but discovers upon her return that he's murdered her mother, stabbed her five-year-old sister, and tried, unsuccessfully, to kill himself.
Lulu and Merry are effectively orphaned by their mother's death and father's imprisonment, but the girls' relatives refuse to care for them and abandon them to a terrifying group home. Even as they plot to be taken in by a well-to-do family, they come to learn they'll never really belong anywhere or to anyone --- that all they have to hold onto is each other.
For 30 years, the sisters try to make sense of what happened. Their imprisoned father is a specter in both their lives, shadowing every choice they make. One spends her life pretending he's dead, while the other feels compelled, by fear, by duty, to keep him close. Both dread the day his attempts to win parole may meet success.
A beautifully written, compulsively readable debut, THE MURDERER'S DAUGHTER is a testament to the power of family and the ties that bind us together and tear us apart.
January 2011
I hope your new year is off to a wonderful start --- and that you're doing a lot less shoveling than we are! It seems every week brings a new storm to the Northeast and lots of snow, slick roads and school cancellations. I don't mind it as much during the weekends, when I'm home with a stack of books and a crackling fire in the fireplace, but the weather has made for some tough driving. As I write this, ANOTHER big storm is due in the New York/New Jersey area by midweek. Old Man Winter just won't quit!
January 28, 2011
For five days in January, life in my house takes a celebratory route as both of my sons mark their birthdays. Today Greg turns 21, and Cory turned 16 last Sunday. I took Greg to lunch today (he ordered a martini with olives, making me feel like I was in an episode of "Mad Men," and I asked the waiter to please "proof him") before driving him to the airport, as he is flying to California to meet friends to continue his celebration aboard the Queen Mary in Long Beach. I love that he figured out how to make this momentous birthday special --- and applaud his efforts to extend the marking of this day by three extra hours by spending it on the West Coast. Bravo! Cory celebrated with his good friends, who we call son 2A and son 2B, both of whom keep things hopping.