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The Real Mother

A Novel

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Sara Elliott has been forced to give up her own dreams to return home to Chicago and take charge of her young sisters and brother. She finds a job and settles into the house where she grew up, building a life for ten-year-old Doug and teenagers Carrie and Abby.

But Sara has another brother. Mack, now twenty, suddenly reappears, cheerful and unconcerned, as if he had never broken his promise to help Sara with the children. With bewildering volatility, Mack swings from kindness to cruelty, affection to hostility, keeping the family on edge, his past and present a mystery. But Mack is winning over the children and sometimes the four of them stand together against Sara.

And then, when she thinks her life has room only for work and family, Sara meets Reuben Lister, a client from New York. As Sara helps him find and furnish a house, they discover a closeness neither has known before. Together, Sara and Reuben find answers to the questions: What is a mother? What is a parent? What is a family?

This is Judith Michael’s most poignant exploration of the pressures and joys facing modern adults and children, in a story that will resonate with everyone for its universal themes and discoveries.

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    • AudioFile Magazine
      At 24, Sara Elliott has a big job on her hands as she tries to raise her siblings, 10-year-old Doug and teenagers Carrie and Abby, after their mother has an incapacitating stroke. She mothers everybody, including her clients, and falls in love with Ruben Lister, an unhappily married man who hires Sara to help him find a house. Suddenly her estranged brother, Mack, just 20 years old, returns home and turns their lives upside down, buying presents he can't afford and twisting his siblings' emotions into knots. Melissa Leo performs admirably in delivering Sara's slowly burgeoning adulthood and her siblings' inexperience. But vulgar language and whiny characters stretch Leo's skills. And, unfortunately, the story line doesn't seem to jell; the action is slow. M.B.K. (c) AudioFile 2005, Portland, Maine
    • Publisher's Weekly

      January 10, 2005
      The bestselling pseudonymous husband-wife duo Judith Barnard and Michael Fain return (after 1999's A Certain Smile
      ) with a formulaic novel set in their hometown of Chicago. Saintly 27-year-old Sara Elliott works as City Greeter (aka "Everybody's Schlepper")—a job that swiftly, conveniently introduces her to both arch-villain Lew Corcoran and romantic hero Reuben Lister. Sara meant to be a doctor, but her paycheck provides for three adolescent half-siblings, ever since their mom, Tess, had a disabling stroke that landed her in a nursing home. All the other grownups have checked out—Sara's father died; Tess's second husband ran off; and Mack, eldest child of Tess's second marriage, has also vanished. Now Mack comes back, playing havoc with the kids' emotions and assaulting Sara's primacy. The novel is generally short on shades of gray, but Mack is coal black. When he isn't saying "shit" or "fuck" to his appalled, delighted sibs, he talks in odd litanies of three: "A fine robe finely made that feels fine." Ages before Sara catches on, the reader is certainly certain of the certainty that he's working with Lew to squelch Reuben's low-income housing project. Curiously, Chicago itself never comes to life, although Greenwich Village is finely drawn when Sara visits Reuben on his home turf. Alas, Mack burns down the house while she's trysting, but that's the kind of middle-America melodrama that Michael's readers seem to love. Agents, Jane Rotrosen and Meg Ruley
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