Home Truths
Freya North reunites her popular McCabe girls – sisters Cat, Fen and Pip – in her sexy, funny new novel.Family matters. Doesn’t it?Our mother ran off with a cowboy from Denver when we were small.Raised by their loving and eccentric uncle Django, the McCabe sisters assume their mid-thirties would be a time of stability and happiness.However, Cat, the youngest, is home from abroad to begin a new phase of her life – but it’s proving more difficult than she thought. Fen is determined to be a better mother to her baby daughter than her own was to her – though her love life is suffering as a result . Pip, the eldest, loves looking after her stepson, her husband, her uncle and her sisters – even if her own needs are sidelined.At Django's 75th birthday party secrets are revealed that throw the amily into chaos. Can heart and home ever be reconciled for the McCabes? After all, what does it mean if suddenly your sisters aren’t quite your sisters?
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FREYA NORTH
Home Truths
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This edition 2006
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‘An eye-poppingly sexy start leads into a family reunion laced with secrets. Tangled mother/daughter relationships unravel and tantalising family riddles keep you glued to the end.’
Cosmopolitan
‘An engrossing emotional drama that's sure to feature on bestseller lists.’
Eve
‘You'll laugh, cry, then laugh some more.’
Company
‘Freya North manages to strike a good balance between drama, comedy and romance, and has penned another winner in Home Truths … touching, enjoyable.’
Heat
‘Extremely skilful.’
Daily Telegraph
Praise for Freya North:
‘Freya North has matured to produce an emotive novel that deals with the darker side of love – these are real women with real feelings.’
She
‘Tantrums, tarts, tears and text-sex … what’s not to love about this cautionary tale for true romantics?’
Heat
‘A distinctive storytelling style and credible, loveable characters … an addictive read that encompasses the stuff life is made of: love, sex, fidelity and, above all, friendship.’
Glamour
‘Passion, guilt, envy, love and sex, topped with lashings of laughs. Freya North has done it again, only better.’
Daily Express
For Georgiamy beautiful, beautiful girl
Contents
Django McCabe and the Nit-Pickin’ Chicks
Sweet is the Voice of a Sister in the Season of Sorrow
Where Were You When You Heard that Django McCabe Had Cancer?
‘How do you say goodbye to a mountain?’
From her vantage point, Cat York looked across to the three Flatirons, to Bear Peak and Green Mountain. She gazed down the skirts of Flagstaff, patting the snow around her and settling herself in as though she was sitting on the mountain’s lap. ‘It’s like a giant, frozen wedding dress,’ she said. ‘It probably sounds daft, but for the last four years, I’ve privately thought of Flagstaff as my mountain.’
‘There’s a lot of folk round here who think that way,’ Stacey said. ‘You’re allowed to. That’s the beauty of living in Boulder.’
The sun shot through, glancing off the crystal-cracked snow on the trees, the sharp, flat slabs of rust-coloured rock of the Flatirons soaring through all the dazzling white at their awkward angle.
‘When Ben and I first arrived and I was homesick and insecure, I’d walk to Chautauqua Meadow and just sit on my own. It felt like the mountains were a giant arm around my shoulders.’ Cat looked around her with nostalgic gratitude. ‘Then soon enough we met you lot, started hiking and biking the trails and suddenly the mountain showed me its other side. You could say it’s been my therapist’s couch and it’s been my playground. It’s now my most favourite place in the world.’
Stacey looked at Cat, watched her friend cup her gloved hands over her nose and mouth in a futile bid to make her nose look less red and her lips not so blue. ‘This time next week, the only peaks I’ll be seeing are Victorian rooftops,’ Cat said, ‘grimy pigeons will replace bald eagles and there’ll just be puddles in place of Wonderland Lake. Next week will be a whole new year.’
