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274 pages, Hardcover
First published December 2, 2025
❝𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝐴𝑙𝑧ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ? 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦—𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛? 𝑊𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑥𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑦. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡? 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑟. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡.❞
❝ “…𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑓����𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠, 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑡𝑜𝑜, 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ, 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒.” ❞
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❝ “𝐺𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔’𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢—𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡.” ❞
❝ 𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑛, 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑤𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑒-𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒; 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝐴𝑠 𝐼 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝐼𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡—𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 ❞
I am stuck between selves. Right now, I am no one.--------------------------------------
Sometimes our mistakes define us—that’s just how life is.Bad experiences in youth or young adulthood can embed in our DNA. For some, a broken heart can lead to a disconnected life, for good or ill. Gambles that turn out poorly can lead one to a low-risk, low-reward existence of mere emotional subsistence. Cricket Campbell had suffered one of those reverses that can permanently push one’s life off the rails. A tragedy had set her adrift a decade before. She subsequently made some bad decisions and does not now have the highest opinion of herself.

I barely have the wherewithal to take care of myself, let alone a seventy-four-year-old with dementia. I am only twenty-six, which means I am essentially a larva. In contemporary America, childhood can last well into one’s thirties, forties, and even fifties. I’ve seen it happen. And besides, my father doesn’t even know who I am anymore. He hasn’t recognized me for at least three or four years—I don’t know exactly when I faded from his memory, but I know I’m gone. “Me? Move to Catwood Pond? You’re kidding, right?”But Cricket (real name Christine) sees an opportunity to rebuild her relationship with Dad, playing with whatever marbles still remain in his bag. There is the usual sort of acclimatization to be endured. Although she had lived there every summer during her tender years, it has been nearly a decade since her last visit.
after two years, I no longer believe in Actualize’s mission. I’m convinced that Gemma’s version of wellness is really just a form of narcissism, a way to divide the body—sorry, the vessel—into infinite components that all beg to be lavished with money and attention.Dad, Arthur, is the why of the story. With Nina leaving, something must be done, probably relegation to a nursing home. The sisters have a look at a couple, but Cricket decides she will have a go as caretaker. She is in need of a change, and this may offer her the opportunity to grow as a human being. Cricket dips a toe in, then makes a leap, thinking of it as her “quarter-life crisis.”
Some of the ingredients of this story came from my own lived experience,” Tory continued. “My father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s when I was in my 20s, and though I was not his caretaker, his illness really affected my outlook and my sense of myself in the world. It made the stakes of life feel much higher, for better or worse. So, when planning this book, I started with a father-daughter relationship at the center of the story. - from Loomis ChaffeeWe follow Cricket’s growth as she takes in each new revelation of Arthur’s unusual talents, and as she takes each step in her personal maturation. While his grip may be slipping on the reality shared by the rest of us, he appears to be finding his footing in a range of parallel perceptions. He anticipates future events. He sees dead people. He is able to offer sage wisdom that joins his newfound talents with his innate self, becoming known, as The Oracle. Alzheimer's as a literary subject can be tricky. But this bit of magical realism leavens what could be a minefield with grace, delicacy and a sense of humor.
I "reinvented" myself in my mid-thirties, when I finally decide to pursue my dream of writing fiction. So I wanted to explore how Cricket reinvents herself in her 20s AND how Arthur reinvents himself in his 70s, despite his illness. - Goodreads Q/AForgiveness and acceptance are core themes, the persistence of parent-child love offering a sturdy bond, however much else of ourselves we may shed.
There is a particular richness to early September, when the sunlight is broad and lazy. Everything is holding on to life, but not as resolutely as it did in the earlier months of the season. Even the birdsong that sparkles through the canopy is a little off-tune, as if the birds are relaxed and tipsy after a spring and summer of diligent work (nest building, egg laying, chick rearing). It’s the end of the party, and all of nature is stumbling home, spent and satisfied. A breeze rustles the ferns along the road, and every once in a while, I get a quick whiff of decay, a reminder of the inevitable.The loon featured on the cover offers a thematic touchstone. Loons have been absent for some years but Arthur anticipates their return, a re-establishment of permanence. A loonlet must find its way in the world as Cricket must. The presence of loons is an ecological indicator. Thus it is simple, accessible imagery that adds warmth and texture to the tale.
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I grew up in Connecticut; graduated from Brown University; spent a few years becoming feral in Paris; then spent 15 years in New York City. I now live in Vermont with my daughter and two cats, and I’m an “SMBC” (solo mother by choice).Interviews