Starting Now: A Blossom Street Novel
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#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
Debbie Macomber returns to Seattle’s beloved Blossom Street in this heartfelt tale of friendship, renewal, and discovering what’s truly important in life.
For years Libby Morgan dreamed only of making partner in her competitive, high-pressure law firm. She sacrificed everything for her career—her friends, her marriage, her chance at creating a family. When her boss calls Libby into his office, she assumes it will finally be good news, but nothing can prepare her for the shocking reality: She’s been let go and must rebuild her entire life . . . starting now.
With no job prospects in sight, Libby reaches out to old friends and spends her afternoons at A Good Yarn, the local knitting store. There she forms a close bond with Lydia, the sweet-natured shop owner; Lydia’s spirited teenage daughter, Casey; and Casey’s best friend, Ava, a shy yet troubled girl who will shape Libby’s future in surprising and profound ways.
As A Good Yarn becomes a second home—and the women a new kind of family—Libby relishes the different person she’s become. She even finds time for romance with a charming and handsome doctor who seems to be her perfect match. But just as everything is coming together, Libby must make a choice that could forever change the life she holds so dear.
Warmly told and richly textured, Starting Now is filled with the promise of new beginnings and the unending delights of companionship and love.
Praise for Starting Now
“Debbie Macomber is undoubtedly among America’s favorite authors [with] a masterful gift of creating tales that are both mesmerizing and inspiring. . . . Her Blossom Street characters seem as warm and caring as beloved friends.”—Wichita Falls Times Record News
“There is a reason that legions of Macomber fans ask for more Blossom Street books. They fully engage her readers as her characters discover happiness, purpose, and meaning in life.”—Booklist (starred review)
“Macomber understands the often complex nature of a woman’s friendships, as well as the emotional language women use with their friends.”—New York Journal of Books
From the Hardcover edition.
shocked to discover that she’d slept nearly the entire drive there. They were in Woodinville, at the Busbee property. Because it was a surprise party, Phillip had to park his vehicle in a vacant field out of sight of the house and road. They walked toward the house hand in hand. Julie Busbee had arranged for everyone to hide in the barn. She planned to tell Scott his present was in the outbuilding. He’d assume it was the quarter horse he’d wanted. Julie had gotten him the horse, too, but when he
week passed without them attending some sort of social event. They would like to spend more time together, but Todd was busy with his broadcasting career. He had his sights set on getting an anchor position and focused most of his attention on achieving his professional goals. “Hello, Lauren,” Lydia Goetz said, coming up from behind her. “Oh, hi.” Lauren spun around to greet the owner of the yarn store. Lydia’s husband, Brad, had purchased his wife’s wedding band at John Michael Jewelers, where
she thought but didn’t say. At six o’clock, like a precision timepiece, Ben was out the door. Hershel picked up the same pen he’d so carefully positioned only a few moments before and held it between his palms. “You’ve carried a substantial load, which is one reason why this decision has been especially difficult.” “Decision?” she repeated as a sense of dread quickly overtook any elation she’d experienced earlier. “The problem is your lack of ‘making rain,’ ” he said. “You haven’t brought any
around his waist and her face buried in his chest, as she released what appeared to be years of stockpiled tears. She sobbed as violently as if it were the end of the world, as if there was nothing left for her to live for, and she’d lost everything that would ever be precious. The need to comfort her overwhelmed him and he pressed his cheek to the crown of her head. It’d been awkward at first, seeing her cry like this. He’d had his chance—she’d asked him to leave, and by all that was right he
changes in their lives for … Grace.” She stumbled over Amy Jo’s new name. Robin shook her head. “You have a generous heart, Libby.” Libby wasn’t convinced it was generosity as much as self-preservation. She didn’t want the baby furniture at the condo any longer than necessary. It was a constant reminder to her of all she’d lost. “Don’t you have a second appointment this afternoon with those friends of the Buckleys?” Robin asked. “I do.” At three Libby was scheduled to meet with the Nyquist