Since We Fell

Since We Fell

A Novel

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Retreating from the world in the aftermath of a traumatizing reporting assignment, Rachel finds happiness with a raffish businessman before witnessing activities surrounding a conspiracy that tests the limits of her fragile psyche. By the best-selling author of Mystic River.

HARPERCOLL

The new novel from New York Times bestseller Dennis Lehane, author of Mystic River and Shutter Island

“Lehane is the master of complex human characters thrust into suspenseful, page-turning situations.” —Gillian Flynn

Since We Fell follows Rachel Childs, a former journalist who, after an on-air mental breakdown, now lives as a virtual shut-in. In all other respects, however, she enjoys an ideal life with an ideal husband. Until a chance encounter on a rainy afternoon causes that ideal life to fray. As does Rachel’s marriage. As does Rachel herself. Sucked into a conspiracy thick with deception, violence, and possibly madness, Rachel must find the strength within herself to conquer unimaginable fears and mind-altering truths. By turns heart- breaking, suspenseful, romantic, and sophisticated, Since We Fell is a novel of profound psychological insight and tension. It is Dennis Lehane at his very best.



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Retreating from the world in the aftermath of a traumatizing reporting assignment, Rachel finds happiness with a businessman before witnessing activities surrounding a conspiracy that tests the limits of her fragile psyche.

Publisher: New York :, HarperCollins,, 2017
ISBN: 9780062129406
Characteristics: 1 online resource
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Additional Contributors: OverDrive, Inc. - Distributor

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Zedd
Sep 18, 2017

Excellent author, excellent book. Many twists and turns. About a woman's experiences as a brave reporter with panic attacks and agoraphobia, a failed marriage, professional disgrace, and a marriage to a man she thinks is perfect. He turns out not to be who she thought he was, but tries to redeem himself as they run from the consequence of his cons and mistakes.

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pmn3032
Sep 18, 2017

This book has been returned please remove it from my list.

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PearlyBaker
Sep 06, 2017

Reading this book was like coming of age in the glory years of America from Si, se puede right through the sane, rational and long overdue diplomacy with Cuba; then dying in Trump's first year. Since this is most likely going to happen to all of us I guess this novel was profound. It was well written, engaging and made you care for so many different characters and left the reader yearning to learn what would happen next. The end, however was a jarring, juvenile mess and made you wonder why in the F is any of this happening?

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njon38
Sep 03, 2017

Dennis Lehane has written a couple really wonderful books. this is not one of them. Riding on the "Gone Girl" craze

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infinityg37
Aug 28, 2017

It's no Mystic River!!!

AL_ANNAL Jul 20, 2017

The plot keeps getting thicker!

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jimg2000
Jul 15, 2017

It is a three or four part story about Rachel who was born to unconventional parents, shaped by them and others, constantly transformed as she became an adult, career woman, lovers, marriages until she was drawn in a scam with dangerous men, and now must take charge to define her true self. Because of the diverse story lines, some readers may not enjoy part or parts of this multi-genre novel: the character studies, romances, the elaborate scam (along the plot line of the "Bre-X mining scandal") and the Hollywood action thriller towards the end. I liked all the components, even the romance parts. The ending hinted at a coming sequel as Rachel the butterfly had complete metamorphosis from a agoraphobic girl to a badass heroine.

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dontbugmeimreading
Jul 03, 2017

This was like two different books: Rachel's life growing up and then her life with Brian. And the two didn't really have much to do with each other. A similar book written from Brian's perspective would have been a better read. I finished it but it was not nearly as good as Mystic River.

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Chuckod451
Jul 03, 2017

If you like Dennis Lehane you will not like this book. He takes almost half the book to build the character and when he finally get's to something even resembling a plot it's pretty weak. I say this as someone who is a big fan of his writing having read just about everything he's published. I read another comment that said if you love Girl on a Train you will love this. I agree, if you think Girl on a Train was good you can be fooled into thinking this was a good story. It is very difficult to have empathy for the protagonist and the antagonist is not very interesting. Maybe he read Girl on a Train and said, heck I can write a meandering go nowhere boring book, let's see if I could make such a bad book a best seller as well.
Please don't judge Dennis Lehane by this one book. Mystic River is an excellent book as is the Kenzie Genarro series. I also loved The Given Day. I recommend Dennis Lehane very highly but I recommend you stay away from this book. Unless you like bad story telling like Girl on a Train. There you go, 2 reviews for the price of 1.

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Pageburner
Jun 19, 2017

I am relieved to find that others think this is a flop as well as me. I have read everything Lehane has ever written and dumped this one on Chapter 2 and thought how could you do that this is Dennis ....is there something wrong with you? are you finally a stupid old man?
Early 90's books absolutely super...Mystic River a great segue to a new format, Shutter Island ...just so so and now this which I suppose is his attempt to define a new audience.

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Jul 15, 2017

“He’s not your father,” her mother said with an air of unctuous sympathy. “He’s my sperm donor.”
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—love doesn’t trump all for you, safety does.
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“I worry she’ll waste her life searching out things to fill the hole, transitory things, soul-baubles, new age therapies, self-medication.
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We are all lost, Rachel realized, and resolved to bandage her own wound as best she could and never pick at the scab again.
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James, her mother wrote, was never meant for us. And we were never meant for him.
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“A man is the stories he tells about himself, and most of those stories are lies. Never look too closely. If you uncover his lies, it’ll humiliate you both. Best to just live with the bullshit.”
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Her mother, brilliant at analyzing the problems of strangers, never had a clue how to diagnose herself. So she spent her life in search of solutions to problems that were born, raised, lived, and died within the boundaries of her own marrow.

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Jul 15, 2017

But the energy that had come off him, cloaked in pleasantries though it may have been, struck her as
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“It’s like I’m in a beautiful library but none of the books have titles.”
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Felt too the old suspicion that life, as she had thus far experienced it, was a series of detachments. Characters crossed the stage, and some hung around longer than others, but all ultimately exited.
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“In Hell,” she said, “someone’s in charge.”Aryan ideals—hair several shades whiter than vanilla, cheekbones as sharp as their jawlines, Arctic eyes, and lips so small and thin they couldn’t help but appear secretive.
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… a nose so small you had to look for it,
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“I’ve never in my life been called a cool guy.” “That’s why you’re cool,”
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“You’re all the same,” he whispered. “You bleed men dry. Good men. You’re a pestilence.”
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… he was no more connected to her than the tractor.
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What was that kind of attentiveness called? Oh, right. Mothering. So that’s what it looked like.

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Jul 15, 2017

“But we don’t get what we want, just what we can handle.”
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“The only people who ask questions like ‘Did he want to be something besides a bartender?’ are people who can become whatever they want. The rest of us are just Americans.”
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Have you seen me? No, I haven’t. No one has. No one did. No one will. Even if you’d lived a full life. Didn’t matter—you vanished the moment you were born.
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I don’t know you, she thought. But I know this moment. I’ve lived it.
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Even a penny can shine, I guess, when it’s newly minted.”
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He fit the look of the profligate poet, the drug-addled painter-genius, the musician who’d die in a car crash the day after he signed his big record contract.

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Jul 15, 2017

He didn’t live his life, her mother would have said, it lived him.
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You want someone to tell you why. Yes. Why there’s pain and loss. Why earthquakes and hunger. But mostly: Why no one gives a shit about you, Rachel. “Stop,” she was pretty sure she said aloud. You know what the answer is? “Just stop.” Because. “Because what?” she said to the quiet of the cemetery. Because nothing. Just because. She lowered her head and didn’t weep. Didn’t make a sound. But for a very long time, she couldn’t stop shaking. You’ve come a long way to get this answer. And here it is. At long last. Right in front of your face. She raised her head. Opened her eyes. Stared at it. A foot and a half tall, twenty inches wide. It’s granite and dirt. And there’s no more to it.

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jimg2000
Jul 15, 2017

… she turned to share a look with her newly minted ex-husband, a look if not of two soldiers who’d found a modicum of victory in walking off the battlefield with their limbs intact at least one of common decency.
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We age as the rest of the world watches, she thought, but somehow we’re the last to know.
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He gave her a broad and beautiful smile. “I see you’ve spent time in my head.” “Ha.” She shook her head. “Just mine.”
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You handled that d-bag in the bar like you were his hypnotist.” “He was an idiot. Idiots are easy to outwit. That’s why they’re idiots.”
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He said nothing for a minute. Just looked at her. It wasn’t an intense stare, didn’t feel like a come-on or a challenge. It was an open look, forgiving, uncolored by judgment. It was impossible for her to characterize until she realized it was the look of a friend.
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We live in a world of disposable memory. Nothing’s built to last, not even shame.”

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jimg2000
Jul 15, 2017

... she never had to worry about him whining or bitching or kvetching in any way.
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“I do business with them,” he said. “I do not love them. I do not share the beautiful things in my life with them.”
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There seemed to be little rhyme or reason as to why one day snatching the correct words from the ether was like opening a faucet and other days it was like opening a vein, but she began to suspect both the good and the bad parts of the process were connected to the fact that she was writing without a map.
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Melissa, on her day off, barely touched her meal and was downing Bellinis as if prosecco would be outlawed at the stroke of midnight.
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Happiness, her mother used to say, was an hourglass with a crack in it.
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And she knew fine, fine people who’d stood before God and all their friends to profess their undying love to each other only to toss that love on a slag heap a few years later.

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Jul 15, 2017

A marriage, her mother often said, was only as strong as your next fight.
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“Love’s love until you toss kids into the mix. Then it becomes a business partnership with guaranteed economic instability.”
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Where did the brightly colored tennis shoe spring from? When was the moment all casual bicyclists decided they should dress in skintight spandex, replete with brand names all over the shirts and leggings, as if they required corporate sponsorship to pedal to Starbucks?
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“Man would find a silver lining in a concentration camp. ‘You don’t see barbed wire of that quality in other death camps. Plus the showerheads are top-notch.’”
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Brian said, “Anything’s possible,” she said, “No, Brian, it’s not. Curing world hunger is not possible, flapping our arms to take flight is not possible.”
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A glass-half-empty negativist who showed in a thousand ways, both large and small, that he believed the world awoke every morning thinking about ways to urinate in his food.
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Jul 15, 2017

“She did?” Rachel swallowed a scream.
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Already a ball of mild hysteria clotted her windpipe when she imagined interacting with the world again, with people, with strangers, with those who could not rescue her, who would run from her pain the moment they smelled it. (Thin the herd, thin the herd, thin the herd.)
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“A complaint that’s not looking for a solution is a disease that’s not looking for a cure.”
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… he was a genuine asshole. Such an asshole that he didn’t think he had to hide the fact.
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… they moved around each other in the apartment like they were circling a jar of anthrax.
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You ever gotten a disapproving look from an airport janitor? Shrivels the testes, it does.”
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Unless he’s a spy, she thought. Don’t spies do this kind of thing? Well, yes, Rachel, a sarcastic voice that sounded like her mother’s agreed, they surely do. So do cheating husbands and sociopaths.

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Jul 15, 2017

Laughed the way flood victims and earthquake survivors laughed. Laughed not because something was funny but because nothing was.
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My husband is an impostor, she’d say. She imagined some smarmy desk sergeant replying, “Aren’t we all, ma’am?”
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… “isn’t it sad that you can only love yourself if someone else gives you permission?”
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… the woman whose bitterness everyone always mistook for courage.
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“You say ‘fuck’ a lot.” “And why not?” he said. “It’s a great word. Verb, noun, adverb, adjective. ‘Fuck’ is fucking utile.”
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There’s darkness in this world you can’t learn about watching TV and reading books.”
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“I know a little bit about the darkness in this world,” Rachel told Trayvon Kessler. “Yeah?” His eyes searched hers. “Yeah.” “And what have you learned?” he whispered. “If you wait for it to find you, you’re already dead.”

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Jul 15, 2017

The closest stars were light-years apart, no closer to one another than she was to a tribeswoman of the Saharan steppe in the fifteenth century.
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In some time continuum, we’re all dead as soon as we’re born. By that logic, she was long dead somewhere, looking back through the portals of time at this very moment and smiling at all the fuss Corporeal Rachel was putting herself through.
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In some time continuum, we’re all dead as soon as we’re born. By that logic, she was long dead somewhere, looking back through the portals of time at this very moment and smiling at all the fuss Corporeal Rachel was putting herself through.
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That’s what was waiting, what had always been waiting, the next world. Whether it was above or below, white or black, cold or warm, it was not this world with its comforts and distractions and knowable ills. Maybe it was nothing at all. Maybe it was just absence. Absence of self, absence of sense, absence of soul or memory.

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