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The Silent Sister: A Novel Paperback – October 6, 2015
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"Chamberlain's powerful story is a page-turner to the very end." -Library Journal
Riley MacPherson has spent her entire life believing that her older sister Lisa committed suicide as a teenager. It was a belief that helped shape her own childhood and that of her brother. It shaped her view of her family and their dynamics. It influenced her entire life. Now, more than twenty years later, her father has passed away and she's in New Bern, North Carolina, cleaning out his house when she finds evidence that what she has always believed is not the truth. Lisa is alive. Alive and living under a new identity. But why, exactly, was she on the run all those years ago? What secrets are being kept now, and what will happen if those secrets are revealed? As Riley works to uncover the truth, her discoveries will put into question everything she thought she knew about her family. Riley must decide what the past means for her present, and what she will do with her newfound reality. Told with Diane Chamberlain's powerful prose and illumination into the human heart and soul, The Silent Sister is an evocative novel of love, loss, and the bonds among siblings.
"Enthralling and gripping...Chamberlain has a gift for telling stories about families whose good intentions go awry in difficult circumstances. Her characters are always portrayed with an understanding that sometimes life's most tragic mistakes require heroic strength to survive." -Book Reporter
- Print length368 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- Publication dateOctober 6, 2015
- Dimensions5.45 x 0.95 x 8.25 inches
- ISBN-101250074355
- ISBN-13978-1250074355
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“The Silent Sister is a powerful and thrilling novel. This tautly paced and emotionally driven novel will engross Chamberlain's many fans as well as those who read Sandra Brown and Carla Buckley.” ―Booklist
“Hard to put down.” ―Better Homes and Gardens
“A compulsively readable melodrama.” ―Kirkus Reviews
“Chamberlain's powerful story is a page-turner to the very end. A must for all mystery lovers and those who like reading about family struggles.” ―Library Journal
“…the readers of this tale will be surprised and shocked by the unveiling of a truth that they will never guess up front. Chamberlain has written an excellent novel with well-thought-out plotlines that never lose the suspense lover's interest for one solitary second.” ―Suspense Magazine
“A tense story with plenty of twists...Riley's world gets rocked and the readers' will be too.” ―The Parkersburg News and Sentinel
“This story had so many amazing twists and turns that I felt like I was right alongside Riley on her adventure to find her sister. And the way everything unraveled and came back together had me turning pages late into the night.” ―Tara Hans in First for Women
“Secrets make for the best mysteries, and Diane Chamberlain's The Silent Sister is no exception to this rule.” ―Campus Circle
“Great characterization, an excellent amount of taut suspense... If you're a whodunit fan, in fact, you might find The Silent Sister to be perfect.” ―North Dallas Gazette
“Chamberlain's timing is impeccable, and the reader is never left dangling on a plotless page.” ―O. Henry magazine
“The Silent Sister hurtles toward a surprise ending that's almost as much as a shock as the climax of Gone Girl-and, since Chamberlain is writing this, a lot more positive.” ―Wilmington StarNews
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Silent Sister
By Diane ChamberlainSt. Martin's Press
Copyright © 2015 Diane ChamberlainAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-07435-5
JUNE 2013
1.
Riley
I’d never expected to lose nearly everyone I loved by the time I was twenty-five.
I felt the grief rise again as I parked in front of the small, nondescript post office in Pollocksville. The three-hour drive from my apartment in Durham had seemed more like six as I made a mental list of all the things I needed to do once I reached New Bern, and that list segued into thinking of how alone I felt. But I didn’t have time to dwell on my sadness.
The first thing I had to do was stop at this post office, ten miles outside of New Bern. I’d get that out of the way and cross one thing off my list. Digging the flimsy white postcard from my purse, I went inside the building. I was the only customer, and my tennis shoes squeaked on the floor as I walked up to the counter where a clerk waited for me. With her dark skin and perfect cornrows, she reminded me of my friend Sherise, so I liked her instantly.
“How can I help you?” she asked.
I handed her the postcard. “I’m confused about this card,” I said. “My father died a month ago. I’ve been getting his mail at my address in Durham and this card came and—”
“We send these out when someone hasn’t paid their bill for their post office box,” she said, looking at the card. “It’s a warning. They don’t pay it in two months, we close the box and change the lock.”
“Well, I understand that, but see”—I turned the card over—“this isn’t my father’s name. I don’t know who Fred Marcus is. My father was Frank MacPherson, so I think this came to me by mistake. I don’t even think my father had a post office box. I don’t know why he would. Especially not in Pollocksville when he lives—lived—in New Bern.” It would take me a long time to learn to speak about my father in the past tense.
“Let me check.” She disappeared into the rear of the building and came back a moment later holding a thin purple envelope and a white index-type card. “This is the only thing in the box,” she said, handing the envelope to me. “Addressed to Fred Marcus. I checked the records and the box is assigned to that name at this street address.” She held the index card out to me. The signature did look like my father’s handwriting, but his handwriting was hardly unique. And besides, it wasn’t his name.
“That’s the right street address, but whoever this guy is, he must have written his address down wrong,” I said, slipping the purple envelope into my purse.
“You want me to close the box or you want to pay to keep it open?” the clerk asked.
“I don’t feel like it’s mine to close, but I’m not going to pay for it, so…” I shrugged.
“I’ll close it, then,” she said.
“All right.” I was glad she’d made the decision for me. I smiled. “I hope Fred Marcus doesn’t mind, whoever he is.” I turned toward the door.
“Sorry about your daddy,” she said.
“Thanks,” I said over my shoulder, and my eyes stung by the time I got to my car.
* * *
Driving into New Bern, I passed through the historic district. Old houses were packed close together on the tree-lined streets and gigantic painted bears, the town’s iconic symbol, stood here and there among the shops. A pair of bicycle cops pedaled down the street in front of me, lightening my mood ever so slightly. Although I hadn’t lived in New Bern since I went away to college, it still had a hometown pull on me. It was such a unique little place.
I turned onto Craven Street and pulled into our driveway. Daddy’s car was in the garage. I could see its roof through the glass windows—one of them broken—of the garage door. I hadn’t thought about his car. Was it better to sell it or donate it? I had an appointment with his attorney in the morning and I’d add that question to my ever-growing list. The car should really go to my brother, Danny, to replace his ancient junker, but I had the feeling he’d turn it down.
My old house was a two-story pastel yellow Victorian in need of fresh paint, with a broad front porch adorned with delicate white railings and pillars. It was the only house I could remember living in, and I loved it. Once I sold it, I’d have no reason to come to New Bern again. I’d taken those visits home to see my father for granted. After Daddy’s sudden death, I came back for two days to arrange for his cremation and attend to other details that were now a blur in my memory. Had he wanted to be cremated? We’d never talked about that sort of thing and I’d been in such a state of shock and confusion that I couldn’t think straight. Bryan had been with me then, a calming, loving presence. He’d pointed out that my mother’d been cremated, so that would most likely be my father’s wish as well. I hoped he was right.
Sitting in my car in the driveway, I wondered if I’d been too hasty in ending it with Bryan. I could have used his support right now. With Daddy gone and Sherise doing mission work in Haiti for the summer, the timing couldn’t have been worse. There was no good time, though, for ending a two-year-old relationship.
The loneliness weighed on my shoulders as I got out of my car and looked up at the house. My plan had been to take two weeks to clean it out and then put it—and the nearby RV park my father owned—on the market. Suddenly, as I looked at all the windows and remembered how many things were in need of repair and how little my father liked to throw things away, I knew my time frame was unrealistic. Daddy hadn’t been a hoarder, exactly, but he was a collector. He had cases full of vintage lighters and pipes and old musical instruments, among zillions of other things I would have to get rid of. Bryan said our house was more like a dusty old museum than a home, and he’d been right. I tried not to panic as I pulled my duffel bag from the backseat of my car. I had no one waiting for me in Durham and the summer off. I could take as much time as I needed to get the house ready to sell. I wondered if there was any chance of getting Danny to help me.
I climbed the broad front steps to the porch and unlocked the door. It squeaked open with a sound as familiar to me as my father’s voice. I’d pulled the living room shades before I’d left back in May and I could barely see across the living room to the kitchen beyond. I breathed in the hot musty smell of a house closed up too long as I raised the shades to let in the midday light. Turning the thermostat to seventy-two, I heard the welcome sound of the old air conditioner kicking to life. Then I stood in the middle of the room, hands on my hips, as I examined the space from the perspective of someone tasked with cleaning it out.
Daddy had used the spacious living room as something of an office, even though he had a good-sized office upstairs as well. He loved desks and cubbies and display cases. The desk in the living room was a beautiful old rolltop. Against the far wall, custom-built shelves surrounding the door to the kitchen held his classical music collection, nearly all of it vinyl, and a turntable sat in a special cabinet he’d had built into the wall. On the north side of the room, a wide glass-fronted display case contained his pipe collection. The room always had a faint smell of tobacco to me, even though he’d told me that was my imagination. Against the opposite wall, there was a couch at least as old as I was along with an upholstered armchair. The rest of the space was taken up by the baby grand piano I’d never learned to play. Danny and I had both taken lessons, but neither of us had any interest and our parents let us quit. People would say, They’re Lisa’s siblings. Surely they have talent. Why don’t you push them? But they never did and I was grateful.
Walking into the dining room, I was struck by how neat and orderly it appeared to be compared to the rest of the house. My father had no need for that room and I was sure he rarely set foot in it. The dining room had been my mother’s territory. The wide curio cabinet was full of china and vases and cut-glass bowls that had been handed down through her family for generations. Things she’d treasured that I was going to have to figure out how to get rid of. I ran my fingers over the dusty sideboard. Everywhere I turned in the house, I’d be confronted by memories I would need to dismantle.
I carried my duffel bag upstairs, where a wide hallway opened to four rooms. The first was my father’s bedroom with its quilt-covered queen-sized bed. The second room had been Danny’s, and although he hadn’t slept in our house since leaving at eighteen—escaping, he would call it—it would always be “Danny’s room” to me. The third room was mine, though in the years since I’d lived in the house, the room had developed an austere air about it. I’d cleaned out my personal possessions bit by bit after college. The memorabilia from my high school and college years—pictures of old boyfriends, yearbooks, CDs, that sort of thing—were in a box in the storage unit of my Durham apartment waiting for the day I got around to sorting through them.
I dropped my duffel bag on my bed, then walked into the fourth room—my father’s office. Daddy’s bulky old computer monitor rested on a small desk by the window, and glass-fronted curio cabinets filled with Zippo lighters and antique compasses lined two of the walls. My grandfather had been a collector, too, so Daddy’d inherited many of the items, then added to them by searching through Craigslist and eBay and flea markets. The collections had been his obsession. I knew the sliding glass doors to the cabinets were locked and hoped I’d be able to find where my father had squirreled away the keys.
Propped against the fourth wall of the room were five violin cases. Daddy hadn’t played, but he’d collected stringed instruments for as long as I could remember. One of the cases had an ID tag hanging from the handle, and I knelt next to it, lifting the tag in my hand. It had been a long time since I’d looked at that tag, but I knew what was on it: a drawing of a violet on one side and on the other side, my sister’s name—Lisa MacPherson—and our old Alexandria, Virginia, address. Lisa had never lived in this house.
* * *
My mother died shortly after I graduated from high school, so although I would never stop missing her, I was used to her being gone. It was strange to be in the house without Daddy, though. As I put my clothes in my dresser, I kept expecting him to walk into the room and I had trouble accepting the fact that it was impossible. I missed our weekly phone calls and knowing he was only a few hours away. He’d been so easy to talk to and I’d always felt his unconditional love. It was a terrible feeling to know that there wasn’t a soul in the world now who loved me that deeply.
He’d been a quiet man. Maybe one of the quietest people to ever walk the earth. He questioned rather than told. He’d ask me all about my own life, but rarely shared anything about his own. As a middle school counselor, I was the one always asking the questions and I’d enjoyed being asked for a change, knowing that the man doing the asking cared deeply about my answers. He was a loner, though. He’d died on the floor of the Food Lion after a massive heart attack. He’d been alone and that bothered me more than anything.
Bryan had suggested I have a memorial service for him, but I wouldn’t have known who to invite. If he had any friends, I didn’t know about them. Unlike most people in New Bern, my father hadn’t belonged to a church or any community organization, and I was certain my brother wouldn’t show up at a service for him. His relationship with our father had been very different from mine. I hadn’t even been able to find Danny when I got to New Bern after Daddy’s death. His cop friend Harry Washington told me he’d gone to Danny’s trailer to give him the news, and I guess Danny just took off. He’d left his car parked next to the trailer, and Bryan and I hiked through the forest looking for him, but Danny knew those woods better than anyone. He had his hiding places. Now, though, he had no idea I was in town, so this time I’d surprise him. I’d plead with him to help me with the house. I knew better than to hope he’d say yes.
Copyright © 2014 by Diane Chamberlain
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- Publisher : St. Martin's Griffin; Reprint edition (October 6, 2015)
- Language : English
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- ISBN-13 : 978-1250074355
- Item Weight : 11.2 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.45 x 0.95 x 8.25 inches
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About the author
Diane Chamberlain is the New York Times, USA Today and (London) Sunday Times best-selling author of 27 novels. The daughter of a school principal who supplied her with a new book almost daily, Diane quickly learned the emotional power of story. Although she wrote many small “books” as a child, she didn’t seriously turn to writing fiction until her early thirties when she was waiting for a delayed doctor’s appointment with nothing more than a pad, a pen, and an idea. She was instantly hooked.
Diane was born and raised in Plainfield, New Jersey and lived for many years in both San Diego and northern Virginia. She received her master’s degree in clinical social work from San Diego State University. Prior to her writing career, she was a hospital social worker in both San Diego and Washington, D.C, and a psychotherapist in private practice in Alexandria, Virginia, working primarily with adolescents.
More than two decades ago, Diane was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, which changed the way she works: She wrote two novels using voice recognition software before new medication allowed her to get back to typing. She feels fortunate that her arthritis is not more severe and that she’s able to enjoy everyday activities as well as keep up with a busy travel schedule.
Diane lives in North Carolina with her significant other, photographer John Pagliuca, and their odd but lovable Shetland Sheepdog, Cole.
Please visit Diane's website at www.dianechamberlain.com for her event schedule and for more information on her newest novel, Big Lies in a Small Town, as well as a complete list of her books.
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As Riley starts to search through her father's effects, she begins to wonder about the family's hidden secrets and the lies that stood between her and the family she covets with all her being.
What is the truth behind all of the lies that are beginning to surface? What really happened to Lisa and her privileged life as a child prodigy? What is the mystery behind her death? How does Jeannie Lyons fit into the picture? How did Riley's father manage to change the course of all of their lives by one series of actions? Who is Fred Marcus? And who is Jade, and how does she fit into the scheme of things?
"The Silent Sister" is a testament to the strength of family attachments in spite of the secrets that lie beneath what everyone sees on the surface. It in itself is an excellent 5 star book. However to become better in tune with this book may I suggest you read "The Broken String" first. It also is fantastic and will make you want to read the "sister" novel even more. The twists and turns in "The Silent Sister" will keep you on the edge of your seat and gasping with surprise more than once.
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
This book follows the life of Riley MacPherson as she goes through her father’s things when he passes away. Her mother had already passed away years earlier and so she travels back to her hometown to go through his things and to settle his affairs. Her brother Danny lives there, but wants nothing to do with any of it leaving Riley to clean up the mess all herself. As Riley begins to go through his things, she begins to uncover things about her past she hadn’t known yet, such as the secrets and lies revolving around her sister, Lisa’s, suicide. Before Riley came to town she thought she knew who she was, but she realizes soon after arriving that her life was not what she thought it was and she struggles to find out who she can really trust. As she uncovers the truth a little at a time, she comes to further realizations about herself and the people she believed.
4/5 stars.
Who’s Who: The Lovable and the Unlovable
Riley MacPherson
The main character. She goes through the process of dealing with her dad’s state of affairs and uncovers more truths (and lies) about him, as well as herself, as she goes along. She does come to a certain “coming of age” and realization throughout the story and grows as a character.
Danny
Riley’s brother. He is disturbed, injured, and has huge trust issues, especially when it comes to his parents. This leads to his non-caring attitude in reference to what happens to everything that their dad left behind.
Lisa/Jade
Riley’s sister that committed suicide.
Jeannie
Family friend. Helps Riley to go through her father’s things as well as deal with new information as it comes up.
They Did What? (Some Spoilers)
Riley travels back home upon the death of her father to help settle his affairs and get his estate sold as well as his will taken care of. Throughout it all, Riley comes to learn of new information about her sister, who she believed to be dead. While going through papers, she finds out that her sister murdered a man and then following that and before an upcoming trial, she committed suicide. After this introduction to Riley, we switch to Lisa’s viewpoint, where we learn that their father gave Lisa an out. A way to make it look like suicide and then instead run away with a new identity, under the name of Ann Johnson. The name so common that she could blend in, with the condition that she only contact him under extreme emergencies, but she would be on her own. She would leave and never be able to return or have contact with her family again. She was a music prodigy and part of the deal was to never play another instrument again. She had to leave her precious violin behind. Lisa decided to go with the nickname of Jade and began to make a new life for her. The following chapters in the book jump between how Jade began her new life years ago starting from when Riley was only 2 years old to the present day where Riley is in her mid-20s and settling affairs. Riley hears from tenants in her father’s trailer park that she was adopted, but she doesn’t believe it and everyone else tells her that is a lie. As the reader is brought back and forth between the two lives it shows how Jade got her start and found a new home, a new way to love music, as well as a new love of her life. The day that the inspector comes to Jade’s job at the music store, she goes to hide and her boss and frequent customer cover for her. She leaves that night, but not without going to say goodbye first. After that we are back to only Riley and her story. We watch her as she learns about her adoption and getting hassled for information about Lisa’s (as Riley knows her) whereabouts. Riley goes through bouts of emotional turmoil, exasperated by Danny who wants to see Lisa pay for the murder she committed. When Riley finally finds out who Lisa now really is, she goes on a search and eventually finds her, but that meeting ends in disaster for more reasons than one. Ultimately Riley lands in the hospital, upset about new information she learned from Jade’s wife and driving in the dark, she gets into a wreck, which brings together Danny, Jade, and Riley together all under the same roof. Danny, by the end, promises not to turn Jade in for her crimes, but can’t promise that she won’t be caught eventually. The true relationships come out as well and Riley’s world changes from a family she thinks is all gone, to a new family and new relationships to grow and build.
They Said What?
There are some topics, such as adoption, murder, and rape that are addressed and discussed in here that are not suited for some readers. This book deals with death in multiple instances and in different ways to show how various people are dealing with it.
Extra! Extra!
Great story and once you start reading, it is a fast read and was really hard to put down. I would be reading this while talking to friends or working, sneaking in pages where ever I could.
Writer’s Heads Up!
Great book to show how to switch between viewpoints without getting confused about who is talking and what is going on.
Last Call
Great read and really quick too. Highly recommend!
Riley and Lisa have a brother named Danny, who has had a tough time with life, and lives like a recluse in the woods. He can not bear to help Riley with the work with the estate and blames Lisa for all that has gone wrong with him and the family.
Riley has experienced her family differently, and does not bear any ill will toward Lisa.
As the story unfolds one mystery after another is revealed and we learn that just about everybody in the story has lied to Riley about something and/or has been lied to about something significant.
Although it was an enjoyable read, the reason that I can't give more stars is that I had trouble keeping track of all of the lies, what was true, who knew what when etc. There were plot points that I did not feel tied well together, and some 'reveals' happened in a way that seemed implausible.
At the beginning of the book there is a Prologue. By the end of the book, I had trouble figuring out who the woman was based on who would have known what at that time, who would have reasonably had those feelings, who would have been in town... I actually went back through and re-read all the portions of the book that related to try to tie it all together and I am reasonably sure that I know who the woman was supposed to be, but I am still not sure it fits 100%. It was more of the Sherlock Holmes 'Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.'
There was also a character who is later shown to be very shrewd by other actions who reveals something early on in the story to Riley that is the turning point to her starting to think there is more to her childhood than meets the eye. Later in the story it seems that same character does not want Riley digging in to her past. It seemed inconsistent with other behavior that they would not have been more careful.
Other than these type of inconsistencies, the book was an enjoyable read, which lead to the three stars. I'd recommend it, if you don't care too much about tying together all the loose ends at the end of a story.
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This is as much as can be told and you will appreciate learning the many truths as you read it for yourself. I liked this book very much. The story was riveting and well told, suspenseful but also a deeply heartfelt family story as much as anything. I read another of Diane Chamberlain's novels a couple of weeks ago and loved that one too. So I think I have found a new author to follow and will add another of her books to my wishlist.