Wallflower in Bloom
[a Novel]Book - 2012
From the acclaimed bestselling author of Must Love Dogs comes a winning and witty new novel about a woman who emerges from the shadow of her overbearing family and finds herself "dancing with the stars."
Deirdre Griffin has a great life; it's just not her own. She's the around-the-clock personal assistant to her charismatic, high-maintenance, New Age guru brother, Tag. As the family wallflower, her only worth seems to be as gatekeeper to Tag at his New England seaside compound.
Then Deirdre's sometime boyfriend informs her that he is marrying another woman, who just happens to be having the baby he told Deirdre he never wanted. While drowning her sorrows in Tag's expensive vodka, Deirdre decides to use his massive online following to get herself voted on as a last-minute Dancing with the Stars replacement. It'll get her back in shape, mentally and physically. It might even get her a life of her own. Deirdre's fifteen minutes of fame have begun.
Irresistible and offbeat, Wallflower in Bloom is an original and deeply satisfying story of having the courage to take a leap into the spotlight, no matter where you land.
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The sole of one of my sandals caught in the space between two deck planks, and I pitched forward.
Steve Moretti caught my shoulders just before I went over the edge and splashed into the lake. It didn’t come off as a particularly romantic gesture, like catching me in his arms or anything. It was more the way you might use a dolly to tilt a refrigerator until it was upright again.
Over the years I’d become a diet connoisseur. . . . They all worked. And then as soon as I started eating normally again, my weight went right back to where I’d started, plus a few extra pounds. Sometimes I thought that if I’d never started dieting, I’d probably be looking pretty good right now.
I was having a hard time gauging just how insulted I should be. I mean, here was this little person whose thigh was probably the size of my wrist on a good day talking to me about looking like a horse. What did that make me? A hippopotamus?
. . . Tag flashed his pearly whites and gestured eloquently while he told one of his favorite stories. I wondered, as I had a gazillion times before, what it would be like to always be so _on_. It was as if my brother didn’t even exist unless he had an audience.
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