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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Picoult, Jodi
  • Author:  Picoult, Jodi
  • ISBN-10:  1439102775
  • ISBN-10:  1439102775
  • ISBN-13:  9781439102770
  • ISBN-13:  9781439102770
  • Publisher:  Atria/Emily Bestler Books
  • Publisher:  Atria/Emily Bestler Books
  • Pages:  480
  • Pages:  480
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Mar-2013
  • Pub Date:  01-Mar-2013
  • SKU:  1439102775-11-MING
  • SKU:  1439102775-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100134240
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An astonishing novel about redemption and forgiveness from the “amazingly talented writer” (Huffington Post) and #1New York Timesbestselling author Jodi Picoult.

Some stories live forever . . .

Sage Singer is a baker. She works through the night, preparing the day’s breads and pastries, trying to escape a reality of loneliness, bad memories, and the shadow of her mother’s death. When Josef Weber, an elderly man in Sage’s grief support group, begins stopping by the bakery, they strike up an unlikely friendship. Despite their differences, they see in each other the hidden scars that others can’t.

Everything changes on the day that Josef confesses a long-buried and shame­ful secret and asks Sage for an extraordinary favor. If she says yes, she faces not only moral repercussions, but potentially legal ones as well. With the integrity of the closest friend she’s ever had clouded, Sage begins to question the assumptions and expectations she’s made about her life and her family. In this searingly honest novel, Jodi Picoult gracefully explores the lengths to which we will go in order to keep the past from dictating the future.The Storyteller

SAGE


On the second Thursday of the month, Mrs. Dombrowski brings her dead husband to our therapy group.

It’s just past 3:00 p.m., and most of us are still filling our paper cups with bad coffee. I’ve brought a plate of baked goods—last week, Stuart told me that the reason he keeps coming to Helping Hands isn’t the grief counseling but my butterscotch pecan muffins—and just as I am setting them down, Mrs. Dombrowski shyly nods toward the urn she is holding. “This,” she tells me, “is Herb. Herbie, meet Sage. She’s the one I told you about, the baker.”

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