From the bestselling author of the beloved book Must Love Dogs , later made into a film starring John Cusack and Diane Lane, comes a new novel about what happens when we think everything is falling apart, and discover that we can pick up the pieces after all.
Years ago, Melanie followed her husband, Kurt, from the New England beach town where their two young sons were thriving to the suburbs of Atlanta. Time Flies is an epic trip filled with fun, heartbreak, and friendship that explores what it takes to conquer your worst fears…so you can start living your future. The following ISBNs are associated with this title:.
- MORE BY CLAIRE COOK.
- SMM7: Standard Method of Measurement of Building Works;
- Time Flies;
- Time Flies by Cook, Claire.
- Work Stress: The Making of a Modern Epidemic.
An enormous magnolia held court in the front yard, surrounded by camellias and Lenten roses, as well as a solitary blue hydrangea that reminded me of home. As soon as I opened the barn doors on one side of my Honda Element, I leaned in and flipped one of the two back seats forward at the waist.
Then I lifted the whole seat up and hooked it to the side of the car with the carabiner that dangled from the ceiling. I circled the car and repeated the steps on the other side. I wanted a house like that. I was fine as I backed out of my driveway. I rolled down the hill in my safe little neighborhood and pretended I was just going to Publix or Whole Foods, or to get my hair done.
Enclaves of new brick and stone neighborhoods peeked out between clumps of chain stores and restaurants. If you could shop it or eat it, you could find it within a three-mile radius of my house. Except for Ikea. The instant I saw the sign for the highway, my mouth went dry.
I willed my foot to stay on the accelerator. The feeder lane dumped me out onto the highway. The car behind me screeched past and catapulted into the maze of speeding steel as if it were hurling itself off a cliff. Lane after lane after lane stretched out to my left, cars flying downhill at terrifying speeds. Anxiety sat on my chest like a baby elephant. The skin on my arms prickled, closing me in, walling off any hope of escape.
Impending doom climbed in and took the passenger seat beside me. My right leg started to shake from working so hard to keep my foot on the gas pedal. I risked a quick peek at the speedometer and made myself push it up to fifty-five. I mean, if you could drive fifty-five-miles-per hour, you were perfectly normal, right? I just had to drive past four highway exits, take the fifth, and then it was only a hop, skip and a jump to Ikea.
A sign came into view announcing that the first exit was coming up in three miles. For three endless miles I white-knuckled it. By the time the first exit finally appeared, I knew I had to get off the highway. But it felt as though fear had frozen my arms in place.
I crawled my way to a semi-deserted fast food parking lot just down the road from the off ramp.
Time Flies - Claire Cook
I leaned back against the headrest until my sweat chilled and my heartbeat returned almost to normal. Keep reading! Same old, same old. What does it make you want to know? And if I was really, really honest, a part of the draw was that Kurt hated the idea. Can you share any examples from your own life? Can you imagine it ever crossing the line into a full-blown phobia? Why or why not? What are the clues?
What does he mean by that? Do you think all moms have that tendency? How do you see it?
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