Cackle by Rachel Harrison (English) Paperback Book

Description: Cackle by Rachel Harrison A darkly funny, frightening novel about a young woman learning how to take what she wants from a witch who may be too good to be true, from the author of The Return. All her life, Annie has played it nice and safe. After being unceremoniously dumped by her longtime boyfriend, Annie seeks a fresh start. She accepts a teaching position that moves her from Manhattan to a small village upstate. Shes stunned by how perfect and picturesque the town is. The people are all friendly and warm. Her new apartment is dreamy too, minus the oddly persistent spider infestation. Then Annie meets Sophie. Beautiful, charming, magnetic Sophie, who takes a special interest in Annie, who wants to be her friend. More importantly, she wants Annie to stop apologizing and start living for herself. Thats how Sophie lives. Annie cant help but gravitate toward the self-possessed Sophie, wanting to spend more and more time with her, despite the fact that the rest of the townsfolk seem…a little afraid of her. And like, okay. There are some things. Sophies appearance is uncanny and ageless, her mansion in the middle of the woods feels a little unearthly, and she does seem to wield a certain power…but she couldnt be…could she? FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Rachel Harrison was born and raised in the weird state of New Jersey. She received her bachelors in writing for film and television from Emerson College. After graduating, she worked on TV game shows, in publishing, and for a big bank. She lives in western New York, with her husband and their cat/overlord. Review "This witty page-turner put its spell on me! Cackle is a charming and very contemporary story about self-realization—a gal-pal Addams Family, in the best way. Clever and massively enjoyable." —Zoje Stage, USA Today and internationally bestselling author of Baby Teeth and Getaway"Reading Cackle was like stumbling upon a candy cottage in a dark wood: utterly surprising, deceptively delightful, and a little bit scary, too. I gobbled it up in a weekend, cackling all the while."—emily m. danforth, author of Plain Bad Heroines and The Miseducation of Cameron Post"Cackle delivers a lesson that every woman needs to hear: embrace your inner witch! Sweet, sinister, and 100 percent delightful." —Alma Katsu, author of The Hunger and The Deep"Wry, dark, and deliciously witchy. I loved every page of this gripping feminist tale."—Alexis Henderson, author of The Year of the Witching "As funny as it is frightening, Cackle by Rachel Harrison is the perfect book to cuddle up with on a crisp fall evening." -PopSugar "Cackle is an all-too-relatable story about finding your inner strength even when youre at rock bottom, tackling the realities of post-break-up life with levity and charm. This book is an absolute delight, and everyone needs a friend like Sophie." - Genevieve Gornichec, Author of The Witchs Heart "Cackle is that rare book that has it all: a searingly honest portrayal of all-consuming heartbreak, an exploration of the pitfalls of making new friends past thirty, a few revenge fantasies come to life, and a whole lotta witchcraft. Harrisons clever prose will have you laughing and crying at once, and I promise you will never look at spiders the same way again."—Molly Pohlig, author of The Unsuitable"Its no surprise that Harrisons latest traffics in witchcraft, but theres nothing predictable about her take. She writes about womens autonomy and how it can be seen as a threat; about heteronormative romance and how it can suppress who women truly are. Its served in a friendship story that showcases Harrisons strength at writing powerful and empowered women with razor-sharp wit and a touch of darkness. This book wonders why this kind of woman is feared; in Harrisons hands, were totally under their spell." -- Library Journal (Starred Review)"Weird, disturbing, creepy, and wonderful, Cackle is one of my favorite books of the year." -Mystery and Suspense Magazine Review Quote "This witty page-turner put its spell on me! Cackle is a charming and very contemporary story about self-realization--a gal-pal Addams Family , in the best way. Clever and massively enjoyable." -- Zoje Stage , USA Today and internationally bestselling author of Baby Teeth and Getaway "Reading Cackle was like stumbling upon a candy cottage in a dark wood: utterly surprising, deceptively delightful, and a little bit scary, too. I gobbled it up in a weekend, cackling all the while." --emily m. danforth , author of Plain Bad Heroines and The Miseducation of Cameron Post "Cackle delivers a lesson that every woman needs to hear: embrace your inner witch! Sweet, sinister, and 100 percent delightful." -- Alma Katsu , author of The Hunger and The Deep "Wry, dark, and deliciously witchy. I loved every page of this gripping feminist tale."-- Alexis Henderson , author of The Year of the Witching "As funny as it is frightening, Cackle by Rachel Harrison is the perfect book to cuddle up with on a crisp fall evening." - PopSugar " Cackle is an all-too-relatable story about finding your inner strength even when youre at rock bottom, tackling the realities of post-break-up life with levity and charm. This book is an absolute delight, and everyone needs a friend like Sophie." - Genevieve Gornichec , Author of The Witchs Heart " Cackle is that rare book that has it all: a searingly honest portrayal of all-consuming heartbreak, an exploration of the pitfalls of making new friends past thirty, a few revenge fantasies come to life, and a whole lotta witchcraft. Harrisons clever prose will have you laughing and crying at once, and I promise you will never look at spiders the same way again."-- Molly Pohlig , author of The Unsuitable "Its no surprise that Harrisons latest traffics in witchcraft, but theres nothing predictable about her take. She writes about womens autonomy and how it can be seen as a threat; about heteronormative romance and how it can suppress who women truly are. Its served in a friendship story that showcases Harrisons strength at writing powerful and empowered women with razor-sharp wit and a touch of darkness. This book wonders why this kind of woman is feared; in Harrisons hands, were totally under their spell." -- Library Journal ( Starred Review ) "Weird, disturbing, creepy, and wonderful, Cackle is one of my favorite books of the year." - Mystery and Suspense Magazine Excerpt from Book Fortune The sky is a strange color. Not quite red but too violent to be orange. I search for the sun, imagine it tired and bitter, slouching into another long shift. I find it hovering over New Jersey. Poor sun. "Annie," Nadia whines behind me, "youre bumming me out." "Sorry," I say. I contort my mouth into what I think is a smile, but Nadia winces at the sight of it, so Im guessing the attempt is unsuccessful. "Girl," she says, "pull it together! Its your birthday." I groan. "All right, all right," she says, roping her arm around me. "Lets get you wasted." We dodge the bags of trash reclining on every curb, avoid the rogue dog turds swarming with flies, unashamed in the middle of the sidewalk. When I first moved to New York City twelve years ago, starry-eyed and energetic, a college freshman, it didnt seem so dirty. I cant tell if it was because I was young then, charmed by the skyline, always looking up, or if it used to be cleaner. "Here," Nadia says, putting her hands on my shoulders and ushering me into a random bar. Its almost chic. Draped-bead chandeliers hang from a high ceiling. The place is crowded with couches and mismatched armchairs, stuffing sneaking out through straining seams. Nadia directs me to two stools in the corner where the counter disappears into the wall. "Perfect," she purrs. Shes wearing a low-cut leopard-print jumpsuit, which at first I thought was a smidge much, but now that weve received immediate attention from the bartender, Im beginning to appreciate her strategic fashion choice. She orders us vodka lemonades and tequila shots. Ive been out with Nadia only once before, at a karaoke fundraiser for our school that was near torture. She performed an earnest cover of Natalie Imbruglias "Torn." I sat squirming in the corner, anticipating a flood of secondhand embarrassment, but the crowd was surprisingly into it. I watch her now, as she sticks her pink acrylics into the bowl of assorted nuts on the bar. She tilts her head to the side, searching for a specific nut, exposing her long, delicate neck. Her hair is dark and thick and falls down past her shoulders, curving like a chain of crescent moons. Shes got false lashes that are in a constant flutter. She teaches biology. Shes good at it, too. At school, she doesnt wear a lick of makeup. All the students whisper about how shes the hottest teacher. It doesnt matter how old you get. A superlative will always be insulting when its awarded to anyone but you. The bartender drops the shots in front of us. Theyre accompanied by a tiny plate with two lime wedges and a crusty saltshaker. Nadia lifts up one of the shots. "To you. And your new job. Oh, and fuck your ex." She takes her shot. I take mine, too. The mention of Sam is like an ice pick to the sternum. I begin to count the bottles of liquor lined up behind the bar. Are there enough? In this bar? In this city? In the tristate area? How much will it take? "Its all happening," Nadia says, snapping her fingers as our cocktails arrive. "New job. New city." "Its not a city," I say. "Its a small town no ones ever heard of." "Yeah," she says, and pauses to aggressively suck the remaining juice from her lime wedge. "But thats how all romance movies start. Youre going to move to this, like, small-ass town and meet some brooding lumberjack, and hes going to be named Lucien and have a six-pack even though hes a low-key alcoholic. Hell live in a trailer and have a tragic past. Itll be great." "Sounds great," I say, my voice flat. She nudges me. "Oh, come on, Annie. Loosen up! Have some fun. Its your birthday!" I wish she would stop reminding me of that. I hadnt planned on spending my thirtieth birthday with a coworker I barely know who just ate a bar cashew out of her cleavage, or drinking a vodka cocktail thats going down smooth as battery acid. Admittedly, its not the worst. Its just not what I had envisioned. I saw myself with Sam. On vacation somewhere. Butchering the French language while attempting to order food at a cafZ in Montmartre, in the shadow of the SacrZ-Coeur. Or in London contemplating the paintings at the Tate Modern and having cream tea, then smuggling back Cadbury bars in our suitcases. Or a simple weekend trip to the Hudson Valley or Mystic, somewhere we could take the train to and get a nice hotel room with a big tub and laze around in those cozy robes. "Okay," she says. "What is it? Is it him? Are you thinking about him? Is it thirty? Because thirty is not old, okay?" Shes twenty-seven. "Its all of it," I say. "Im sorry. It was nice of you to come out with me." She raises an expertly shaped eyebrow. "I told you all year we should go out. You were, like, not about it. Look, I dont know you that well. But I know youre not a super-social person. And its easy not to be social when you, like, have a person at home whos there all the time. What Im saying is, basically, maybe this is a good thing for you. You can get out there. Meet new people. Live your life." "I guess," I say. Unfortunately for me, "getting out there" and "meeting new people" are among my least favorite things. Ive forgotten how. The years since college have eroded my social skills, and Im shy to begin with. I prefer the couch. I prefer familiarity. I prefer Sam. "Here," she says. She reaches out for a small tea light candle and lifts it up, the yellow flame spasming, the wick decaying. "Make a wish." "Youre serious?" I ask her. In this moment, I do regret not going out with Nadia sooner. I bet shes a good friend. She seems like one of those people who are born knowing exactly who they are. Her entire personality written in the stars, set in concrete. "Yes," she says. "Quick! Before it burns out!" I close my eyes and think. We leave a collection of glasses sweating on the bar, along with a wad of crumpled bills and enough rinds to generously zest a pie. We stagger out into the June night, the air thick, sticky and sweet as syrup. It Details ISBN0593202031 Author Rachel Harrison Pages 304 Language English Year 2022 ISBN-10 0593202031 ISBN-13 9780593202036 Format Paperback Publication Date 2022-08-30 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2022-08-30 NZ Release Date 2022-08-30 US Release Date 2022-08-30 UK Release Date 2022-08-30 DEWEY 813.6 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:141710295;

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