The Sugar Queen (Random House Reader's Circle)
Sarah Addison Allen
Language: English
Pages: 294
ISBN: 0553384848
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In this irresistible novel, Sarah Addison Allen, author of the New York Times bestselling debut, Garden Spells, tells the tale of a young woman whose family secrets—and secret passions—are about to change her life forever.
Josey Cirrini is sure of three things: winter is her favorite season, she’s a sorry excuse for a Southern belle, and sweets are best eaten in the privacy of her closet. For while Josey has settled into an uneventful life in her mother’s house, her one consolation is the stockpile of sugary treats and paperback romances she escapes to each night…. Until she finds her closet harboring Della Lee Baker, a local waitress who is one part nemesis—and two parts fairy godmother. With Della Lee’s tough love, Josey’s narrow existence quickly expands. She even bonds with Chloe Finley, a young woman who is hounded by books that inexplicably appear when she needs them—and who has a close connection to Josey’s longtime crush. Soon Josey is living in a world where the color red has startling powers, and passion can make eggs fry in their cartons. And that’s just for starters.
Brimming with warmth, wit, and a sprinkling of magic, here is a spellbinding tale of friendship, love—and the enchanting possibilities of every new day.
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change. I know. I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn’t love me back.” Josey hesitated, looking at the popcorn in her hand, before giving in and eating it. It was always easier after that. She chewed and swallowed. There. “I hate to break this to you, but I don’t think you’re the best person to be giving advice on relationships,” she said, feeling better. “I’m not listening to you anymore.” “Oh, but I am the best person,” she insisted. “You have to understand the wrong way
“So, you don’t own the apartment together?” “No, just him.” Josey looked worried. “Is he going to give it to you? I mean if the two of you don’t get back together?” “I don’t know.” The car was quiet for a moment. Life without Jake. She felt panic ballooning in her stomach, but she feigned a smile. She was not going to have an anxiety attack in front of Josey. “That’s it. I just wanted to show it to you.” “It’s a beautiful house,” Josey said. As they drove away, Chloe couldn’t help but look
scooted the box the rest of the way toward her and lifted the lid. “See those notebooks?” Della Lee said. “Those were my mother’s. Go ahead. You can look in them.” Josey lifted the first one out. It was a regular spiral notebook, the kind kids carried to school in backpacks. The paper was thin and graying but the ink was still dark and feathery, like that from a felt-tip pen. “Are these diaries?” “More like logbooks. My mother liked to follow Marco Cirrini and write down what he did. She did
including an interview with the jogger who found the body.” “Josey, what’s wrong?” Adam said, threading his hands in her hair, trying to get her to look at him. But her eyes were fixed on the screen. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” That made her turn to him. Suddenly her chest hurt. She couldn’t breathe. She quickly stood, disengaging herself from him in a tangle of arms and legs, pinches and pulls. She grabbed her sweater from the floor. “I’ve got to go home.” “What?” he said, clearly
cementlike, from the moisture. Later, the single-card invitations themselves seemed to hide and pop back up at random. Mrs. Jameson’s invitation disappeared for two days, then reappeared in a bird’s nest outside. Harper Rowley’s invitation was found in the church bell tower, Mr. Kingsley’s in his elderly mother’s garden shed. If anyone had been paying attention to the signs, they would have realized that air turns white when things are about to change, that paper cuts mean there’s more to what’s