Summer on Blossom Street

Debbie Macomber

Large print - 2009

As new clients, including a woman recovering from a broken engagement and a lawyer fighting to save his career, find friendship in her knitting class, Lydia Goetz deals with her own share of drama when a stranger comes to her bookstore stirring up trouble.

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Published
Thorndike, Me. : Center Point Pub 2009.
Language
English
Main Author
Debbie Macomber (-)
Edition
Center Point large print ed
Item Description
Originally published: Don Mills, Ont., Canada : Harlequin, 2009.
Includes knitting pattern.
Physical Description
434 p. (large print) ; 23 cm
ISBN
9781602854543
Contents unavailable.
Review by Booklist Review

Macomber's new Blossom Street novel begins in Lydia's store, A Good Yarn, located in downtown Seattle. Lydia has a new class,  Knit to Quit, for people who need to redirect their energies while trying to quit negative habits. Phoebe joins on impulse. She's just called off her engagement for the second time and needs to quit her fiancé, a controlling, self-absorbed manipulator. The small class also attracts Bryan, whose stress-filled job has made this young man a prime candidate for a heart attack. Both find that the knitting helps them with their problems, and brings them together. Our old friend Alix joins to help her quit smoking before she tries to get pregnant. And Lydia herself is a major player this time as she and her husband decide to adopt a baby. What happens instead is heartwarming in the extreme. Macomber's typical strengths are at full capacity in this must-read for her fans, who will find their emotions fully engaged and completely satisfied.--Hatton, Maria Copyright 2009 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Macomber adds a tear-jerking installment to the Blossom Street series with this account of lives intersecting at the series-hinging yarn store, A Good Yarn. Upbeat cancer survivor Lydia and her pragmatic sister, Margaret, start a "Knit to Quit" group in their Blossom Street yarn store, hoping to bring in customers for weekly self-help sessions. Casey, the 12-year-old girl Lydia takes in while waiting for an infant of her own to adopt, helps out in the shop when she's not sulking in her room or causing trouble for Lydia's family. Local baker Alix wants a baby as much as Lydia does, but she and her husband agree she needs to quit smoking first. Then there's super-stressed chocolate magnate, Hutch, who takes the knitting class after his doctor suggests it. Hutch hits it off with Phoebe, who is trying to quit obsessing about a broken engagement. Rounding out the crowd, bookstore owner Ann Marie must deal with her adopted daughter Ellen's biological father, a recovering addict, re-entering their lives. Macomber deftly handles the multiple story lines and emotional terrain of families, while the predictably happy ending is very genuine. (May) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

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Review by Library Journal Review

This tie-in to one of Macomber's popular romance novels includes easy knitting and crochet patterns, along with excerpts from Summer on Blossom Street. None of the designs is innovative, but the simplicity of the patterns and the inexpensive yarn choices combined with Macomber's familiar name make this a good bet. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Summer on Blossom Street By Debbie Macomber Center Point Large Print ISBN: 9781602854543 In knitting, as in life, we grow when we challenge ourselves. The concentration required to learn a new stitch or technique is good for both our hands and our brains. -Bev Galeskas, Fiber Trends Patterns and U.S. distributor of Naturally New Zealand Yarns. www.fibertrends.com Lydia Goetz Wednesday morning, a not-so-perfect June day, I turned over the Open sign at my yarn store on Blossom Street. Standing in the doorway I breathed in the sweet scent of day lilies, gladiolas, roses and lavender from Susannah's Garden, the flower shop next door. It was the beginning of summer, and although the sky was overcast and rain threatened to fall at any moment, the sun shone brightly in my heart. (My husband, Brad, always laughs when I say things like that. But I don't care. As a woman who's survived cancer not once but twice, I feel entitled to the occasional sentimental remark. Especially today...) I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, enjoying the early-morning peace. I just don't think there's anyplace more beautiful than Seattle in the summer. All the flowers spilling out of Susannah's Garden are one of the benefits. The array of colors, as well as the heady perfume drifting in my direction, makes me so glad A Good Yarn is located where it is. Whiskers, my shop cat, as Brad calls him, ambled across the hardwood floor and leaped into the window display, nestling among the skeins of pastel yarns. He takes up residence there most days and has long been a neighborhood favorite. The apartment upstairs is an extra storeroom for yarn at the moment; perhaps one day I'll rent it out again but that isn't in the plans yet. The French Café across the street was already busy, as it is every morning. The windows were filled with pastries, breads and croissants warm from the oven, and their delectable aroma added to the scents I associate with summer on Blossom Street. Alix Turner is usually there by five to bake many of these wonderful temptations. She's one of my dearest friends-and was among my first customers. I'm so proud of everything she's accomplished in the past few years. It's fair to say she reinvented her life-with a little help from her friends. She has an education and a career now, and she's married to a man who seems completely right for her. Blossom Street Books down the street was ready for business, too. Anne Marie Roche and her staff often leave the front door open as a welcoming gesture, inviting those who wander past to come inside and browse. She and her daughter, Ellen, would be coming home from Paris later today. Nearly every afternoon Ellen walks their Yorkie past the window so Whiskers and Baxter can stare fiercely at each other. Ellen insists it's all for show, that the cat and dog are actually good friends but don't want any of us to know that. I grinned at Whiskers because I couldn't resist sharing my joy and excitement-even with the cat. In fact, I wanted to tell the whole world my news. Yesterday, we found out that we'd been approved for adoption. I hadn't yet shared this information with anyone, including my sister, Margaret. We've been through the interviews, the home test and fingerprinting. And last night we heard. We're going to adopt a baby. Because of my cancer, pregnancy is out of the question. While the ability to conceive has been taken from me, the desire for a baby hasn't. It's like an ache that never quite goes away. As much as possible I've tried to hide this from Brad. Whenever thoughts of what cancer has stolen from me enter my head, I try hard to counter them by remembering all the blessings I've received in my life. I want to celebrate every day, savor every minute, without resentment or regret. I have so much for which to be grateful. I'm alive and cancer-free. I'm married to a man I adore. His son, Cody, now nine years old, has become my son, too. And I have a successful business, one that brings me great pleasure and satisfaction. When I first opened A Good Yarn, it was my way of shouting to the world that I refused to let cancer rob me of anything else. I was going toliveand I was going to do it without the constant threat of illness and death. I was determined to bask in the sunshine. I still am. So A Good Yarn was the start of my new life. Within a year of opening the store, I met Brad Goetz and we were married the following spring. Because of what I'd been through in my teens and again in my twenties, I didn't have a lot of experience with men or relationships. At first, Brad's love terrified me. Then I learned not to reject something good just because I was afraid of its loss. I learned that I could trust this man-and myself. How blessed I am to be loved by him and Cody. Each and every day I thank God for the two men in my life. Even with all I have, my arms ached to hold a baby.Ourbaby. Brad, who knows me so well, understood my need. After discussing the subject for weeks on end, after vacillating, weighing the pros and cons, we'd reached our decision. Yes, we were going to adopt. The catalyst for all this happened when Anne Marie Roche adopted eight-year-old Ellen. I realized the wait for a newborn might be lengthy but we were both prepared for that. Although we'd be thrilled with an infant of either sex, I secretly longed for a little girl. I heard the back door close and turned to see my sister, Margaret. She's worked with me almost from the first day I opened the shop. Although we're as different as any two sisters could be, we've become close. Margaret is a good balance for me, ever practical and pragmatic, and I think I balance her, too, since I'm much more optimistic and given to occasional whimsy. "Good morning!" I greeted her cheerfully, unable to disguise my happiness. "It's going to pour," she muttered, taking off her raincoat and hanging it in the back storeroom. My sister tends to see the negative. The glass would always be half-empty to Margaret. Or completely empty-if not shattered on the floor. Over the years I've grown accustomed to her attitude and simply ignore it. When she'd finished removing her coat, Margaret stared at me, then frowned. "Why areyouso happy?" she demanded. "Anybody can see we're about to have a downpour." "Me? Happy?" There wasn't much point in trying to hold back my news, even though I knew Margaret was the one person who wouldn't understand my pleasure. She'd disapprove and would have no qualms about imparting her opinion. It's her pessimistic nature, I suppose, and the fact that she worries about me, although she'd never admit that. Margaret continued to glare. "You're grinning from ear to ear." I made busy work at the cash register in order to avoid eye contact. I might as well tell her, although I dreaded her response. "Brad and I have applied for adoption," I blurted out, unable to stop myself. "And our application's been accepted." A startled silence followed. "I know you think we're making a mistake," I rushed to add. "I didn't say that." Margaret walked slowly toward me. "You didn't need tosayanything," I told her. Just once I wanted Margaret to be happy for me, without doubts and objections and concerns. "Your silence said it all." Margaret joined me at the counter next to the cash register. She seemed to sense that her reaction had hurt me. "I'm only wondering if adoption's a wise choice for you." "Margaret," I began, sighing as I spoke. "Brad and I know what we're doing." Although Margaret hadn't said it openly, I could guess what concerned her most. She was afraid the cancer would return. I'm well aware of the possibility and have been ever since its recurrence ten years ago. It was a serious consideration and one that neither Brad nor I took lightly. "Brad agrees?" My sister sounded skeptical. "Of course he agrees! I'd never go against his wishes." Margaret still didn't look convinced. "You'resurethis is what you want?" "Yes." I was adamant. Sometimes that's the only way to reach her. "Brad knows the risks as well as I do. You don't need to spell it out, Margaret. I understand why you're afraid for me, but I'm through with living in fear." Margaret's eyes revealed her apprehensions. She studied me and after a moment asked, "What if the adoption agency doesn't find you a child?" This was something Brad and I had discussed and it could certainly happen. I shrugged. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. We'll take the chance." "You want an infant?" "Yes." I pictured a newborn, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, gently placed in my waiting arms. I held on to the image, allowing it to bring me comfort, to fill me with hope. To my surprise Margaret didn't immediately voice another objection. After a thoughtful minute or two, she said in low tones, "You'd be a good mother... you already are." I'm sure my jaw fell open. The shock of Margaret's endorsement was almost more than I could take in. This was as close as Margaret had ever come to bestowing her approval on anything regarding my personal life. No, that wasn't fair. She'd been partially responsible for Brad and me getting back together when I'd pushed him away-a reconciliation that led directly to our marriage. "Thank you," I whispered and touched her arm. Margaret made some gruff, unintelligible reply and moved to the table at the back of the store. She pulled out a chair, sat down and took out her crocheting. "I put up the poster you made for our new class," I told her, doing my best to conceal the emotion that crept into my voice. The last thing I'd expected from Margaret had been her blessing, and I was deeply touched by her words. She acknowledged my comment with a nod. Excerpted from Summer on Blossom Street by Debbie Macomber 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. Excerpted from Summer on Blossom Street by Debbie Macomber 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.