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The Kitchen House: A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Grissom, Kathleen
  • Author:  Grissom, Kathleen
  • ISBN-10:  1439153663
  • ISBN-10:  1439153663
  • ISBN-13:  9781439153666
  • ISBN-13:  9781439153666
  • Publisher:  Touchstone
  • Publisher:  Touchstone
  • Pages:  384
  • Pages:  384
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2010
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2010
  • SKU:  1439153663-11-MING
  • SKU:  1439153663-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100127311
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Kathleen Grissom,New York Timesbestselling author of the highly anticipatedGlory Over Everything, established herself as a remarkable new talent withThe Kitchen House, now a contemporary classic. In this gripping novel, a dark secret threatens to expose the best and worst in everyone tied to the estate at a thriving plantation in Virginia in the decades before the Civil War.

Orphaned during her passage from Ireland, young, white Lavinia arrives on the steps of the kitchen house and is placed, as an indentured servant, under the care of Belle, the master’s illegitimate slave daughter. Lavinia learns to cook, clean, and serve food, while guided by the quiet strength and love of her new family.

In time, Lavinia is accepted into the world of the big house, caring for the master’s opium-addicted wife and befriending his dangerous yet protective son. She attempts to straddle the worlds of the kitchen and big house, but her skin color will forever set her apart from Belle and the other slaves.

Through the unique eyes of Lavinia and Belle, Grissom’s debut novel unfolds in a heartbreaking and ultimately hopeful story of class, race, dignity, deep-buried secrets, and familial bonds.The Kitchen House
PROLOGUE

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Lavinia

THERE WAS A STRONG SMELLof smoke, and new fear fueled me. Now on the familiar path, I raced ahead, unmindful of my daughter behind me, trying to keep up. My legs were numb, unused to this speed, and my lungs felt as though they were scorched. I forbade myself to think I was too late and focused all my strength on moving toward home.

Foolishly, I misjudged, and meaning to take a shortcut to the stream, I swerved from the path to dash through the trel3ã

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