House and Home

House and Home

by Kathleen McCleary

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The story of a woman who loves her house so much that she'll do just about anything to keep it. Ellen Flanagan has two precious girls to raise, a cozy neighborhood coffee shop to run, terrific friends, and a sexy husband. She adores her house, a yellow Cape Cod filled with quirky antiques, beloved nooks and dents, and a million memories. But now, at forty-four, she's about to lose it all. After eighteen roller-coaster years of marriage, Ellen's husband, Sam--who's charismatic, spontaneous, and utterly irresponsible--has disappointed her in more ways than she can live with, and they're getting divorced. Her daughters are miserable about losing their daddy. Worst of all, the house that Ellen loves with all her heart must now be sold. Ellen's life is further complicated by a lovely and unexpected relationship with the husband of the shrewish, social-climbing woman who has purchased the house. Add to that the confusion over how she really feels about her almost-ex-husband, and you have the makings of a delicious novel about what matters most in the end. . . .

Set in the gorgeous surroundings of Portland, Oregon, Kathleen McCleary's funny, poignant, curl-up-and-read debut strikes a deep emotional chord and explores the very notion of what makes a house a home.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781401395445
Publisher: Hachette Books
Publication date: 07/01/2008
Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 272
File size: 481 KB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Kathleen McCleary is a reporter and writer whose work has appeared in The New York Times, Good Housekeeping, More, and Health. A column she wrote on marriage for USA Weekend magazine generated more mail than any other first-person column the magazine had ever run. She is also a regular columnist for; one of her pieces sparked such huge reader response that it launched a TV series on the HGTV network, Bad Bad Bath.

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House and Home

By Kathleen McCleary
Copyright © 2008

Kathleen McCleary
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4013-4073-5

Chapter One The house was yellow, a clapboard Cape Cod with a white picket fence and a big bay window on one side, and Ellen loved it with all her heart. She loved the way the wind from the Gorge stirred the trees to constant motion outside the windows, the cozy are of the dormers in the girls' bedroom, the cherry red mantel with the cleanly carved dentil molding over the fireplace in the living room. She had conceived children in that house, suffered a miscarriage in that house, brought her babies home there, argued with her husband there, made love, rejoiced, despaired, sipped tea, and gossiped and sobbed and counseled and blessed her friends there, walked the halls with sick children there, and scrubbed the worn brick of the kitchen floor there at least a thousand times on her hands and knees. And it was because of all this history with the house, all the parts of her life unfolding there day after day for so many years, that Ellen decided to burn it down.

At first she thought she wouldn't have to. While she had known at every step that moving was a mistake, she could almost picture someone else in the house, perhaps a nice retired couple who would stay a few years before moving on, or a quiet bachelor who would love the garden and the big bedroom on the main floor. She was totally unprepared for Jordan, whose brisk efficiency and patronizing air of possession and pity just turned Ellen's stomach.

"I want to assure you that the house will be well-loved," Jordan told her repeatedly, after showing up unexpectedly at the back door one day, tape measure in hand. "I adore it and we have great plans for it."

Ellen was silent. She didn't want Jordan loving her house, any more than she would want Jordan loving her husband, even if he was her soon to be ex-husband. She didn't even want to meet Jordan, who had bought the house just weeks ago, with the stipulation that Ellen could rent it back until the end of May. Ellen didn't want to be able to picture the new family who would be living in her house, the other children who would make a clubhouse in the attic under the eaves and measure their growth against the doorjamb of the closet in the master bedroom. She had attended the closing last week by herself, signing the papers after Jordan and her husband had signed their part, signing away a whole life embodied by the little yellow house.

Ellen instantly mistrusted Jordan, quickly assessing her straight blond hair, cut in the usual suburban-mom bob, her small size (she stood barely five foot three, Ellen guessed), and her persistently upbeat tone of voice, and making an immediate judgment that this was someone she would never like. Jordan had a heart-shaped face, with a sharp, almost elfin chin, china blue eyes, and a spattering of pale freckles across her nose. She had probably been a cheerleader, Ellen thought, and a sorority sister. Ellen, as a petite person herself, felt strongly that small people should avoid perkiness at all costs.

"I know this must be hard for you," Jordan said. "But you should know that I'm very good with houses. I was an art history and architecture major at U.Va. Where did you go to school?"

The question irritated Ellen. To begin with, it had been more than twenty years since she'd been in any kind of school, so she had no idea why that should be important. And it was also a question that was so completely "East Coast" as to be embarrassing. No one in Oregon ever asked-or cared-about your school affiliation.

"This is the West Coast," Ellen said, a little sharply: "You're not supposed to ask what college someone went to here."

Jordan smiled. "I need to measure the kitchen window again for my contractor," she said, putting her bag down on the tile countertop. "I'll only be a minute."

Ellen watched Jordan, standing on tiptoe in her tiny black capri pants and gray U.Va. sweatshirt, stretching the tape measure from one end of her windowsill to the other. Ellen felt suddenly and unreasonably enraged. And that's when she first thought of burning down the house, picturing Jordan's pert month in a perfect little O of astonishment when she heard the news.

Ellen didn't know what to do with the intensity of her feelings about the house. If she lost a parent, God forbid, or even a beloved pet, the outpouring of sympathy from her friends and family would be enormous and complete and sincere. But no one seemed to empathize with the huge sense of loss she had over the house, the grief that felt as real as any she had experienced. It was the death of a life, the life she and Sam and Sara and Louisa had had here and now would never have again.

To be perfectly honest, the house had its flaws. The kitchen was too small and dark and the upstairs bathroom ridiculously crowded, up under the eaves. The stairwell from the first floor to the second was so steep and narrow they couldn't even fit their queen-size box spring into the opening and had had to special-order one that was split in two. But their bedroom window looked out across the orchard next door, an overgrown tangle of espaliered apple trees, and beyond that over a row of Douglas firs to the purple and blue mounds of the Cascades in the distance. She had ripped up the carpet there herself, and stripped and sanded and polished the old oak floors until they glowed. She'd spent weeks poring over paint chips and mixing colors and painting swatches on the walls to come up with just the right shade of blue-lavender, the same color as the mountains that ribboned across the horizon outside the window. She'd stood each of the girls against the doorjamb to Sam's closet twice a year and carefully marked the date and their height and their initials. It was not just rooms, not just a house; it was an expression of Ellen herself, nurtured as carefully as the people she'd loved inside its walls.

Jordan, standing in Ellen's kitchen, tapped her little foot impatiently. Ellen noted that she was wearing Tinker Bell sneakers. Why on earth a thirty-something woman who clearly had given birth and seen something of life would want to wear a Disney character on her feet was inexplicable to Ellen.

"Ellen? You'll be out by May thirty-first, right? I really need to get my carpenters in here as soon as possible."

Carpenters. Ellen saw hammers smashing great holes in the plaster of her walls, crowbars prying loose carefully painted moldings and cupboards.

"Yes," she said. "By five on May thirty-first."

"Good." Jordan picked up her big brown handbag, overflowing with pens, blueprints (for my house! Ellen thought), and a sterling silver key fob attached to a ring of at least sixteen jangly keys.

"Oh, and Jordan?"

Jordan turned, running a hand possessively over the smooth ceramic countertop.


"Harvard. Early decision. Magna cum laude," Ellen lied flawlessly. "See you in a few weeks."

The last day of May was little more than three weeks away. Immediately after Jordan left, Ellen poured herself a cup of tea and sat down at the computer. Of course she couldn't do anything obvious-she had two girls to raise, and no intention of spending the next twenty years in jail. She had to make sure no one was hurt. It had to be a contained fire, one that couldn't spread to the neighbors' homes or injure the firefighters. It had to be just enough to gut a room, pour thick smoke through the rest of the house, just enough to leave the house unsalvageable. Then Jordan and her carpenters could tear it down and build a perfect new house, one that wouldn't include the room where Ellen had lain in bed for five days after losing the baby, her middle child, or the rooms where Sara had taken her first step and Louisa had whispered "hot, hot"-her first word.

Ellen looked up electrical hazards. Overloaded sockets. Loose wires. Bare wires. Water near wires. The house was almost seventy years old, after all. Then again, the intricacies of electrical wiring terrified Ellen, who still had those little plastic protectors stuck in the sockets even though the girls were no longer babies, just because it made her feel better. No, she needed an accidental fire, something simple. Candles.

The screen door to the kitchen slammed, and Ellen quickly turned off the computer screen.


"Here, in the office."

Sam walked in and sat on the arm of the blue and white striped couch. His Navy, almost black hair stuck out in every direction. He was dressed in baggy tan corduroys and a navy blue Henley shirt that lay untucked over his pants. A two-day stubble of beard, black speckled with gray, covered the lean angles of his cheeks and chin. Ellen had always loved his rumpledness, even when he drove her crazy. Part of it was simply that he was so physically beautiful and didn't even know it, and clearly didn't care. With his high cheekbones, thick dark brows, and brown-black eyes, he looked almost foreign, exotic. A gifted athlete, he moved with an unthinking grace, with a complete ease and familiarity with his body that Ellen envied. She looked at him and realized that, even though she was about to divorce him, she was still attracted to him and probably always would be.

"Are the girls home? I promised I'd take them for ice cream."

"No, they're not home yet. They're staying at Joanna's for dinner," Ellen said. "But Jordan Boyce was here. She just left."

"I thought you didn't want to meet her," Sam said. He picked up Louisa's pink rubber ball from the floor and began to toss it up and down absentmindedly with one hand, catching it without even seeming to look at it.

"I didn't! She called and asked if she could come take some measurements. I told her I'd be out until six but would leave the back door unlocked. She showed up twenty minutes after I got home. I know she did it just so she could meet me and tell me how wonderfully she's going to take care of the house. I hate her."

"That's silly," Sam said, deftly tossing the ball above his head and catching it behind his back.

"It's not silly," Ellen said. "And stop throwing that ball."

"It's silly to hate someone you don't even know," Sam said, with some exasperation. He placed the ball down on the couch and looked at her. "You don't know Jordan Boyce. You just met her. You hate her because you hate moving."

"No," Ellen said. "I hate moving and I hate her."

"This is like having a conversation with a three-year-old," Sam said.

"Oh, come on, Sam. She's an idiot, with her little U.Va. sweatshirt and her fake sincerity. And the Realtor told me she's named her children Lily and Daisy and Stamen, so they all have flower names."

"She didn't name a child Stamen," said Sam. "Really?"

"She did! When she had her son, she couldn't name him Poppy or Iris or another girls' flower name, so she named him Stamen. It sounds close enough to Holden and Caden and all those other trendy boy names you hear at every preschool now. And she kept telling me again and again how the house will be so well-loved-as though I didn't love it well enough!" Ellen felt like crying again.

"Oh, come on," Sam said. "It's a house. It's four walls and a roof and it's been a good house for us and now our life is changing. You'll have another house."

"But it won't be this house," Ellen said. "That's like saying if Sara dies I can just have another child."

"It's nothing like that," Sam said. He made a disgusted tsking sound with his tongue that really irritated her. "That's a totally inappropriate analogy. You wanted this, remember?"

"I didn't want this," Ellen said. "I never wanted to leave the house."

"Right," said Sam. He stood up in front of the couch, both hands on his hips. "You just wanted to leave me. It's no big deal to leave me, and to take the kids away from their father, but it's huge to have to give up the house."

Ellen looked at him mutely. She was forty-four, and she was tired. For the first six years of their marriage they had moved, on average, once every eighteen months. Sam was an inventor. After getting a degree in chemical engineering followed by a brilliant early career in product development for Procter & Gamble, he'd decided to start his own business, SamCan, Inc., where he created a series of wildly imaginative new products. The problem was that every new idea seemed to be accompanied by his conviction that he had to live in just the right place to launch it. They moved to Fort Worth when Sam invented the line-dancing boot, footwear that contained a small metronome that tapped out the dance beat for the rhythm-impaired. When that didn't take off (no one in Texas seemed to consider themselves rhythm-impaired), they moved on to Los Angeles, Salt Lake City, and then Brooklyn. Finally, twelve years ago, they arrived in Portland to perfect the Gutter Buddy, a motorized little broom that fit inside a gutter, chopped the pine needles and leaves into bits, then pushed them down the drainpipe.

And then Ellen simply refused to move again. After years of putting off having children, and working endless hours to get her decorating business up and running in one town after another, she was done. She wanted to buy a house and paint the walls red, not some neutral rental color. She wanted to get pregnant and have babies. She wanted to plant bulbs and know she'd be there in the spring to watch them bloom. She wanted to make friends and reminisce over shared memories that went back more than twelve months.

So they stayed. Sam took a job at Oregon Health & Science University, working in biomedical engineering, and she opened her shop, Coffee@home, where she sold espresso drinks and home furnishings, and she had the babies and worked on the house and planted a perennial garden. She became best friends with Joanna, her next-door neighbor. They went through pregnancy and breast feeding and croup together, and their children were so close that Joanna's daughter, Emily, became known as "Three," the third child Ellen and Sam had wanted but couldn't have. Alter twelve years in Portland, Ellen had finally allowed herself to believe that this was it, that she had roots that were deep and strong and permanent. So when Sam came home one day and announced that he had an absolutely brilliant idea that could fly only in New York, she said, simply, "No."

The baby beeper was his best idea yet, Sam said. It was a tiny electronic beeper, the size of a pencil eraser, that could be sewed inside a onesie or a diaper cover. When the button was pushed on a remote, the beeper would go off, revealing the whereabouts of a wayward baby. Ellen had to admit that she loved the idea of the beeper. Louisa, an amazingly agile baby, had walked at ten months and taught herself to climb out of her crib at twelve months. Within a week she'd thoroughly mastered the crib escape, leaving Ellen in a complete panic when she went to wake the baby from her nap, only to find an empty mattress and a lonely stuffed Winnie the Pooh. Over the course of one memorable week she had found Louisa hiding in the cupboard under the bathroom sink, cheerfully eating a bar of vanilla-scented soap; inside the wicker toy chest, humming to the stuffed animals; and, most frightening of all, outside on the front lawn, holding out her naptime bottle to a fat robin. The idea that Louisa had managed to get out of not just the crib but the house terrified Ellen, who had spent fifteen agonizing minutes searching for her. If she'd had a baby beeper, she could have found Louisa instantly And imagine how useful it would be in a mall or grocery store when a child darted off, Sam pointed out.

Once the idea for the baby beeper hit, Sam spent hours trying to develop a transmitter that was small enough to be easily stitched into a piece of baby clothing, yet powerful enough to send a loud signal from a good distance away. He wanted to quit work to devote himself to the baby beeper full-time. He made a few prototypes and took them to local baby clothing stores like Hanna Andersson. He drew up a marketing plan. Still there was no place in the world like New York City for obsessed parents willing to spend money on the latest baby gadget, he said, and New York was the place to be if they were really going to make the baby beeper a success.

Ellen, while impressed with the baby beeper's potential, still had her doubts and was adamant about not moving. What if the baby beeper didn't take off? she argued. What if they ended up eighteen months from now with their savings depleted and Sam out of work? They had children in school, with friends and routines and all the familiarity that years in one place finally had brought them.


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House and Home 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 22 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is one of those books you keep thinking about months after you have finished. Excellent ;)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of the few books of all time that I remember the title and recommend over and over.
oldeagle More than 1 year ago
Ellen's husband is a great guy; no love affairs, good father. Why does she ask him to leave home? Because he has them in terrible debt. Their house is sold to a couple she doesn't like and she decides to burn it down. Easy reading...
Timberlake More than 1 year ago
Overall, the characters were believable and vividly described. However, those of us that have made a house a home, would never want to burn it down if we couldn't stay there ourselves. We may not be able to imagine someone else occupying any part of our home, but each corner is sacred and the memory will still live on when we depart. I think the book would have been better if the main character had tried a different means of separating herself from the house. However, it did express the importance between stsying together as a family unit versus being apart.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm very surprised to read these glowing reviews. I found this book to shallow and unrealistic. I could not relate to any of the characters in the slightest. But I guess that's what I get for buying a book based on the jacket cover!
Guest More than 1 year ago
My Review of HOUSE AND HOME by Kathleen McCleary-- Submitted by Karen Haney: Kathleen McCleary¿s first novel, House and Home, reverberates with devotion and passion from the first page when we read about main character Ellen¿s feelings about her house, her home: ¿¿because of all this history with the house, all the parts of her life unfolding there day after day for so many years, that Ellen decided to burn it down.¿ Ms. McCleary draws the reader in right there! Raised in a home that later was mine when I married, I spent 45 years of my life there, so I fervently identify with Ellen¿s feeling. Despite all the positives that came with our move, there was that feeling of personal possession just like Ellen had which made turning my house over to the new buyers a heart wrenching experience. House and Home is about Ellen Flanagan¿s marriage, which is at the heart of the story that lives in this charming yellow Cape Cod home in Oregon. Ellen¿s years of loyalty to her husband Sam has led them all over the country to follow his dream of inventing THE next best discovery for mankind! Sam feels they need to live where the invention would be best used and so every mishap is followed by a new idea and a new address. Finally, Ellen convinces Sam to let them put down roots so they can have a family and she can fulfill her dream of owning a decorating business. That dream plays out in Portland in the very house that they now find they are forced to sell. With his newest invention, a baby beeper, Sam wants to move again to a better test market, and this results in Ellen and Sam separating as Ellen can¿t do it one more time. She does not want to give up all they have in their home, in their lives. The painful sale of the house is a result of Sam losing so much money on this newest project. It is at this point that the action really takes off, and you can¿t put this book down as you live, laugh, and experience Ellen¿s misguided, but desperately well intended, plot to keep her home after all. Ann Douglas once said, ¿Home is an invention on which no one has yet improved.¿ Unfortunately, THIS is not the invention Sam made and so the house must be sold to pay off the debts. Ellen¿s dealing with this and the new insufferable buyers is a fun ride and read. Kathleen McCleary does a splendid job of developing characters that the reader cares about and can relate to. The story is clever and funny, but also tugs at your heartstrings. The story contains delightfully unexpected twists and turns that lead to a surprise ending most will never see coming! This treasured first novel makes one eager for Ms. McCleary¿s next book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Kathleen McCleary¿s novel ¿House & Home¿ is a delightful book. She describes places and people in such detail you feel you are there. The dialogue flows easily. If you are afraid of seeing yourself in the various characters of the book, you won¿t like it. If you are not afraid to examine and relate to the characters in the book, you will love it and keep thinking about it. Don¿t be surprised if you forget that it is work of fiction and not a true story. If you like to laugh and don¿t mind a good cry you won¿t be disappointed. It is a must read for all us 40ish Moms living in Portland, Oregon, and a great read for the rest of you.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The feelings explored by the main character in this novel actually made me cry because they hit me so close to home -- I have felt the ambivalence of separating from my husband in this very way. I was still up reading this book at 2am last night!
Guest More than 1 year ago
A wonderful read. Deals with many interesting and complex issues of how we deal with crisis (often by projecting our anger and hurt feelings on other people and objects). Beautiful and loving depictions of Oregon and the Pacific Northwest (I lived in Seattle for a while... this book made me homesick). Warm and witty, with some wonderful characters.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Pride myself in predicting plot and found this book unpredictably fun, good dialogue, humorous, and yet heartwarming. Enjoyed the fact that it was 259, 5'x7' pages so just right for someone who is grabbing an hour or two with a good book. I was surprised to find out this was the author's first book...highly recommend it!
CatieN on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Ellen and Sam Flanagan are getting a divorce. Sam is an inventer, and his latest invention emptied their bank account, they are losing their home, and Ellen has had enough and calls it quits on her marriage. Ellen and her two young daughters are devastated at the thought of moving out of their house in 2 weeks. It has been sold to a couple who have issues of their own. So rather than let someone move into her house, Ellen, a successful and intelligent businesswoman and mother, decides to burn it down. It just gets more ridiculous from that point, and the inconsistencies pile up and also the unbelievable coincidences. Hopefully, this author will have more success next time around.
charlotteg on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was a fast read. But was it a "good" read?Well, I alternated between feeling empathy & contempt for Ellen Flanagan.Ellen Flanagan is 44 years old & she has had enough. Her husband, Sam, has lived their entire marriage going from one dream to another. None of his inventions bringing in the money, or security that Sam has promised. Ellen did get him to settle down & they have lived these last twelve years in Portland raising their children. But when the money runs out & they are forced to sell the house, Ellen demands a divorce. How can she stay married to a man who has forced her to sell her home? Her beloved home with the growth marks in the door jams?On the one hand, I can empathize with Ellen, having gone through my own "home" issues in the last year. But on the other hand I have nothing but contempt for a woman who is willing to throw away her marriage because her husband was not as successful as she had hoped. The only redeeming quality is that I think Ellen feels a little contempt for herself.House & Home is a well written story. It is not a horrible book, there is a plot & it is well developed. I want to say it is a good book, but my dislike for Ellen just makes me want to reach through the pages & slap her silly. Maybe I have read too many "girl" books this week. Too many books where the women want it all & can't understand why they can't have it all.Blah.
bexadler on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Personally, I really enjoyed this book. At first I was uncertain as to whether I'd like it because it sounded a little far-fetched to me. I also got the feeling I wasn't going to like Ellen because, from the description, she seemed like an impetuous child - burning down her house because somebody else had bought it outright? Puh-lease! BUT I loved this book. I got through it quickly and what I found was that, despite the cover's description, the book was about much more than Ellen and her house.House & Home is about learning to distinguish between what makes a house and what makes a home. The two words conjure up very different meanings in my mind, and I was glad that Ellen was finally able to see that what made her house a happy place was not necessarily the things that filled it, but the people.I thought the characters in this book were really well developed and I loved every one of them. Sam was one of my favorites, despite his flaws (probably because he reminds me so much of my own beau). Some of Ellen's complaints about him really caught me off guard because I have had so many of those complaints myself.I also found that I really connected with Ellen on a different level, in that she reminded me of my own mother in some of the passages. As a child I moved often, and I have to say I reacted much like her children. I threw huge tantrums every time we moved and would hold it against my parents for months afterward. Here is one passage that I highlighted in the text:"And then Ellen simply refusted to move again. After years of putting off having children, and working endless hours to get her decorating business up and running in one town after another, she was done. She wanted to buy a house and paint the walls red, not some neutral rental color. She watned to get pregnant and have babies. She wanted to plant bulbs and know she'd be there in the spring to watch them bloom. She wanted to make friends and reminisce over shared memories that went back more than twelve months."I think this one passage so encapsulates that desire, after years of moving, to stay put, to have some roots. I know I've felt this way as recently as March when I moved back to Sacramento from Paris. I absolutely had every intention of settling down here, finally. And I still dream of owning my own house and knowing it will be a place I can always come back to.This book was very relatable in many ways. It's more than a story of a house - it's the story of a family. I really want that to come across in my review because I feel that some people may avoid this book as I did at first, thinking it was too far-fetched.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed this story, and the main character's dilemmas. Having to give up a beloved home and marriage makes for a heart wrenching story...and Ellen's unlikely plots to save the house from the uber-perfect buyer were funny, misguided, and compelling. Imaginative first novel. I highly recommend this book for a quick summer read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Flew after mindie.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What is this about?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The white rabbit watches the other animals
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
*the fox waits*
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Eliza go to crstal cave result one thats where are quest is. Bye!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow! So many animals came!