Hello, Sunshine
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
FROM THE AUTHOR OF THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER THE LAST THING HE TOLD ME
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"A clever beach bag must-have" (People) from Laura Dave-the author of the "addictive" (Us Weekly) and critically acclaimed bestseller Eight Hundred Grapes-"a smart, fun read about trying to live an authentic life in the age of social media overload" (PopSugar).
Sunshine Mackenzie has it all...until her secrets come to light. Sunshine is living the dream-she's a culinary star with millions of fans, a line of #1 bestselling cookbooks, and a devoted husband happy to support her every endeavor. Sunshine Mackenzie has it all...until she gets hacked.
When Sunshine's secrets are revealed, her fall from grace is catastrophic. She loses her husband, her show, the fans, and her apartment. She's forced to return to the childhood home-and the estranged sister-she's tried hard to forget. But what Sunshine does amid the ashes of her own destruction may well save her life.
"A delightfully addictive page-turner" (WMagazine.com) that takes place in a world where celebrity is a careful construct, Hello, Sunshine is "wickedly funny and gorgeously entertaining...there is no chance you won't consume this golden summer read in one sitting" (Redbook.com).
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Hello, Sunshine 1 You should probably know two things up front. And the first is this: On my thirty-fifth birthday-the day I lost my career and my husband and my home in one uncompromising swoop-I woke up to one of my favorite songs playing on the radio alarm clock. I woke up to "Moonlight Mile" playing on the radio (where it is almost never played) and actually thought, as you only would think if you're a total fool (or, perhaps, if you were about to lose your career and your husband and your home in one uncompromising swoop): The world, my world, is good.
I stayed in bed, in my fresh Frette sheets (a birthday present to myself), the sunlight drifting through the windows, the air chilly and light. And I listened to the entire song, crooning assuredly through my apartment.
Are you familiar with the song "Moonlight Mile"? It's a Rolling Stones song-not nearly as popular as their ubiquitous "You Can't Always Get What You Want" or as wedding-song-sticky as "Wild Horses." "Moonlight Mile" is just the most honest rock song ever recorded. I don't offer that as my personal opinion. I share that as fact: an inarguable fact, which you should twist into your brain and heart so that when someone argues the virtues of a different song as the epitome of greatness (prepare for the Beatles, who naturally arise as a challenge to the Stones), you can smile and quietly think, I know better. It's nice to know better. It's nice to know that when you hear the closing guitar riff of "Moonlight Mile," what you're actually hearing is a piece of music so soft and difficult, so dangerous and quiet, so full of life and death and love, that just below its surface, the song is telling you a secret-a secret that I was just starting to understand-about everything that matters in this world, everything that grounds us and eventually leaves us, all at once.
The tricky part is that the song was the product of an all night jam session between Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones guitarist
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Mick Taylor. It was Taylor who had taken a short guitar piece recorded by Keith Richards and reworked it for the session. And it was Taylor's idea to add a string arrangement to the final song. The legend goes that Taylor, for good reason, was promised a songwriting credit. But "Moonlight Mile" was officially credited to Jagger/Richards. Keith Richards would later deny Taylor's involvement at all, and say that Mick Jagger delivered the song to the band all on his own.
Normally, if you were to ask me about this, I'd say: Who cares? The credit didn't matter, what mattered was the song. Taylor kept playing with the band, so he'd let it go.
Except on the morning in question-the morning of my thirty-fifth birthday, the morning of my crisp Frette sheets, of rightness in the world-the injustice of Mick Taylor's omission was at the forefront of my mind, and I looked him up on my phone.
Considering what was about to happen to my world, it was odd that this was the moment I focused on Taylor. Call it foreshadowing, call it intuition. For the first time, I found myself sympathizing with him. Even though, in my particular story, I'm not the guy you root for. I'm not Mick Taylor. I'm not even Mick Jagger.
I'm Keith Richards, getting credit and telling lies from outside the room.
I heard a groan next to me. "Didn't you make a rule about phones in bed?"
I turned to see my husband, waking up, yawning for effect. Danny Walker: Iowa raised, strong chin, fearless. His eyes were still closed, his long eyelashes (thick lashes, like someone had tinted them, slathered them with rich mascara) clasped tightly together.
"You can't even see my phone," I said.
"I don't have to, I can feel it," he said.
He opened his e
Normally, if you were to ask me about this, I'd say: Who cares? The credit didn't matter, what mattered was the song. Taylor kept playing with the band, so he'd let it go.
Except on the morning in question-the morning of my thirty-fifth birthday, the morning of my crisp Frette sheets, of rightness in the world-the injustice of Mick Taylor's omission was at the forefront of my mind, and I looked him up on my phone.
Considering what was about to happen to my world, it was odd that this was the moment I focused on Taylor. Call it foreshadowing, call it intuition. For the first time, I found myself sympathizing with him. Even though, in my particular story, I'm not the guy you root for. I'm not Mick Taylor. I'm not even Mick Jagger.
I'm Keith Richards, getting credit and telling lies from outside the room.
I heard a groan next to me. "Didn't you make a rule about phones in bed?"
I turned to see my husband, waking up, yawning for effect. Danny Walker: Iowa raised, strong chin, fearless. His eyes were still closed, his long eyelashes (thick lashes, like someone had tinted them, slathered them with rich mascara) clasped tightly together.
"You can't even see my phone," I said.
"I don't have to, I can feel it," he said.
He opened his e
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Autoren-Porträt von Laura Dave
Laura Dave is the author of the #1 New York Times bestseller The Last Thing He Told Me, as well as The First Husband, Eight Hundred Grapes, and other novels. She resides in Los Angeles with her family.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Laura Dave
- 2017, 256 Seiten, Maße: 15,6 x 23,1 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Simon & Schuster US
- ISBN-10: 1501140841
- ISBN-13: 9781501140846
- Erscheinungsdatum: 03.07.2017
Sprache:
Englisch
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