Then she found me

Elinor Lipman

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Published
New York : Pocket Books c1990.
Language
English
Main Author
Elinor Lipman (-)
Physical Description
263 p.
ISBN
9781416589938
9780671686147
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Review by Booklist Review

April Epner, brought up by adoptive parents in Providence, lives quietly in Quincy, Massachusetts, where she teaches high school Latin. Suddenly, two years after her parents' deaths, her birth mother swoops down upon her. Bernice Gravermen, now known as talk-show hostess "Bernice G!" sets out to create an instant mother-daughter relationship with a grown woman inclined to mellow self-effacement. First she tells April that her father was John F. Kennedy. When that backfires, she pushes her to the wall of embarrassment by staging a reunion with April's birth father--whom Bernice never got around to divorcing--on television. Lipman's wry portrayal of the timeless mother-daughter battle complicated by an orphan's hurt feelings is very real yet never mawkish. An engaging story of two well-developed personalities who take up their familial relationship, in many ways as though it had never been interrupted. --Cynthia Ogorek

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Quiet and content April Epner, a high school Latin teacher whose adoptive parents are recently deceased, is claimed by her birth mother, an obnoxious TV talk show hostess. ``Raising laughter and tears with acutely observed characterizations and dry, affectionate wit, Lipman also keeps dealing out the surprises, leaving readers smiling long after the last page is turned,'' PW said. (Apr.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

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Review by Library Journal Review

What happens when a well-adjusted adult is found by the birth mother she never sought? In Lipman's deft hands, the relationship between high school teacher April Epner and her newly discovered mother, talk-show hostess Bernice Graverman, is often strained, replete with humorous misunderstandings, but ultimately a warm and positive experience for both. Lipman's depiction of a 1980s family is a skillful rendering of the morals and manners of our time. Each character displays his or her human contradictions, whether it's Bernice frantically inventing preposterous stories concerning April's birth father, or April tentatively moving toward romance with the school librarian. This is a delightful addition to public library fiction collections.-- Andrea Caron Kempf, Johnson Cty. Community Coll. Lib., Overland Park, Kan. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

A mother tracks down the daughter she gave up for adoption 36 years earlier--a story that might be guaranteed wet-hanky material for Oprah or Donahue, though in this winningly wry and dry-eyed first novel, Lipman (stories: Into Love and Out Again, 1987) gives it a brand-new take. April Epner, happily raised by her now. dead adoptive parents, has never wasted much time being curious about the woman who gave birth to her: ""My biological mother was seventeen when she had me in 1952, and even that was more than I wanted to know about her."" Enter Bernice Graverman, star of a local TV talk show and natural mother of April Epner. It's not exactly love-at-first-sight when the prima donna mother, who wears ""wet-look white eyeshadow,"" arranges a reunion with her unassuming daughter, who teaches high-school Latin and favors Indian-print cotton jumpers. But it isn't unrelieved animosity either. Lipman plays it beautifully--right along the edge--as the two women grapple and blunder their way into each other's lives. Bernice tells whoppers about the identity of April's father, and April doesn't let her get away with it. April stiffly denies that her childhood was ever anything but rosy, and Bernice doesn't let her get away with it. Bit by bit they clear a path to the heart of matters and, as they do, their lives change. April falls in love; Bernice learns a few lessons about living with reality. And, finally, they realize they fit each other--not always comfortably, not without some squirming, but, really, not so differently from most mothers and daughters. Funny, moving, and very wise in the way of life: April and Bernice outshine anything on prime time. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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One My biological mother was seventeen when she had me in 1952, and even that was more than I wanted to know about her. I had no romantic notions about the coupling that had produced me, not about her being cheerleader to his football captain or au pair to his Rockefeller. When I thought about it at all, this is what I imagined: two faceless and cheap teenagers doing it listlessly in the unfinished basement where they jitterbugged unchaperoned. "Adopted" was never a label that made me flinch. Its meaning within our family was "hand-selected,'' "starcrossed," "precious." I loved the story of my parents' first glimpse o f me at the agency, how I solemnly studied their faces -- hers, his, back to hers -- then grinned. I was raised to be glad that the unlucky teenage girl couldn't keep me; the last thing I wanted was some stranger for a mother. Still, I slept with a light on i n my bedroom until I was twelve, afraid she'd exercise her rights. Later it annoyed me. The teenage girl annoyed me, nothing more. Could she ever have worn real maternity clothes or taken a single prenatal vitamin on my behalf? Here is where I remember to feel relief and gratitude and say, no matter. I am healthy, happy, better off. It is a lucky thing she didn't keep me. I'd barely have finished high school. I'd have become a beautician or a licensed practical nurse, and I would think I had a glamorous career. The grittier I made it the more righteous I felt. I invented these jitterbugging teenagers when I was in junior high school, as my adoptive parents began to look old. I voted against the irresponsible kids, emphatically for the Epners. My story suited me and I grew to believe it. I did not attend support groups for adoptees and I did not search for anyone. Then she found me. Copyright (c) 1990 by Elinor Lipman Excerpted from Then She Found Me by Elinor Lipman All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.