I Liked My Life: A Novel

I Liked My Life: A Novel

by Abby Fabiaschi

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“An emotional journey of love, loss, healing, and redemption. I rooted for every character.” —Lisa See, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Snow Flower and The Secret Fan

I Liked My Life is a treasure of a novel. Warm-hearted and clever, the story will keep you reading until the final delicious revelation.” —Diane Chamberlain, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author

“Warm and hopeful, this marvelous debut stands next to novels from Catherine McKenzie and Carolyn Parkhurst.” —Booklist (starred)

"A heartbreaking and ultimately heartwarming read about life, death, and family." —PopSugar, A Best Winter 2017 Book

“An absolutely stunning book...remarkable.” —RT Book Reviews, 4 1/2 stars, Top Pick

A story from debut author Abby Fabiaschi that is "as absorbing as it is illuminating, and as witty as it is heartbreaking."

Maddy is a devoted stay-at-home wife and mother, host of excellent parties, giver of thoughtful gifts, and bestower of a searingly perceptive piece of advice or two. She is the cornerstone of her family, a true matriarch...until she commits suicide, leaving her husband Brady and teenage daughter Eve heartbroken and reeling, wondering what happened. How could the exuberant, exacting woman they loved disappear so abruptly, seemingly without reason, from their lives? How they can possibly continue without her? As they sift through details of her last days, trying to understand the woman they thought they knew, Brady and Eve are forced to come to terms with unsettling truths.

Maddy, however, isn’t ready to leave her family forever. Watching from beyond, she tries to find the perfect replacement for herself. Along comes Rory: pretty, caring, and spontaneous, with just the right bit of edge...but who also harbors a tragedy of her own. Will the mystery of Maddy ever come to rest? And can her family make peace with their history and begin to heal?

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ISBN-13: 9781250084880
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 01/31/2017
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 8,481
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

ABBY FABIASCHI is a human rights advocate and co-founder of Empower Her Network, a nonprofit that paves a path for survivors of human trafficking with a will for independence. In 2012 Abby resigned from her executive post in high tech to pursue a career in writing. I LIKED MY LIFE is her first novel. She and her family divide their time between West Hartford, Connecticut, and Park City, Utah. Learn more at www.abbyfabiaschi.com and www.empowerhernetwork.org.
ABBY FABIASCHI graduated from The Taft School in 1998 and Babson College in 2002. She is a human rights advocate and co-founder of Empower Her Network, a nonprofit that paves a path for survivors of human trafficking with a will for independence. In 2012 Abby resigned from her executive post in high tech to pursue a career in writing. I LIKED MY LIFE is her first novel. She and her family divide their time between West Hartford, Connecticut, and Park City, Utah.

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I Liked My Life

By Abby Fabiaschi

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2017 Abagail Katherine Wittnebert
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-08488-0



I found the perfect wife for my husband. She won't be as traditional as I was, which is good. She won't be as intelligent either, but Brady endured twenty years of my unending intelligence. Under my tutelage he learned that kale lowers cholesterol, a little girl wanting to marry her daddy is normal, and no matter how many times you look up at the road, emailing while driving is no safer than drinking and driving. These insights were valuable at the time, but useless given our present circumstance.

It's humbling, really. I spent my life hell-bent on not turning weak like my mother, who let jugs of Gallo wine make most of her decisions, and yet what Brady needs now is someone softer than me. Not fluffy, not gooey — he'd never fall for a ditzy or fickle woman — but not so damn right all the time either. Someone who won't be irritated by the intermittent pauses he takes in the middle of a sentence. A good listener, a sleeper-inner, a nonscorekeeping woman naturally inclined to nurture our daughter Eve.

Recruitment is the least I can do.

I focused on elementary teachers, knowing it takes the unique combination of enthusiasm and patience to choose a profession where you spend most of the day reasoning with six-year-olds. The demoralized state of my family won't be a turn-on to the easily deterred. I was at first disheartened to find almost every teacher accessorized with a wedding ring. It's as though men know how tiresome they are and set out to marry women proficient at putting up with baloney. The available pool was so picked over that the few remaining were bitter about it, but as I readied to move on to nurses, I spotted Rory. She was on bus duty, sporting large, circular sunglasses and rhinestone-studded flip-flops. She somehow managed to look cool at forty, hopefully by not having kids. Brady and Eve have no room for additional baggage; there can be no blending of families in their future. Rory's brown hair was pulled back in a loose braid, every inch of exposed skin covered in freckles. She remained all smiles, even when a shot of snot from a passing boy landed on her skirt.

She's in the grocery store now. I'm taking in particulars to make sure my instinct is correct. You'd think intuitive faculties heighten after death, a sort of cosmic prize for crossing the finish line, but so far they have not. The Last World sits unceremoniously like a movie screen below me. There's no spirit offering guidance. I'm not gracefully soaring above in white satin gleaning insight on the existential questions that once kept me awake at night. People think of ghosts as haunting, but it's the other way around. You all haunt me. My life is now a delicious dessert just out of reach.

Perhaps I'm in purgatory. If I had known I'd cross the finish line in my forties, I might have given formal religion more consideration. Brady's parents were big into it, and there were a couple years during adolescence when my mom dropped Meg and me off at catechism, leveraging the church as a sort of free babysitting. She got the idea at an AA meeting, which I assumed was where one went to learn new places to hide booze, since after she came home from AA she always relocated her stash.

What did that young nun tell us? I strain to recall the details. Evil souls go to hell, pure Catholics go to heaven, and souls destined for heaven but in time-out for reasons that are now a blur go to purgatory. I'm certain she said one couldn't go from purgatory to hell or stay in purgatory forever, because I remember finding it odd there were such defined, well-documented rules. Did someone have a direct line with God and, if so, could we kindly request more willpower for our mother?

I do sense there's more to the spiritual world than my current purview detects but see no path to get there. For me, there's nothing but space and time. That I put myself here makes it that much more agonizing. I won't find peace until I make things right for my family.

It pleases me when Rory selects a beautiful cut of veal. Brady would never fall for a vegetarian. Her choices suggest she's a good cook — pancetta, scallions, artichokes, capers — ingredients you'd avoid if you didn't know what you were doing. My replacement needs to know her way around a kitchen. Growing up, my mother leveraged the same ten ingredients for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Our menu recycled like the school cafeteria's. Steak and potatoes from the night before became steak and hash browns for breakfast, steak sandwiches for lunch, and beef stew for dinner. Mayonnaise was duct tape in her kitchen; there was nothing it couldn't fix. Too dry? Spicy? Soupy? Thank God for Hellmann's. By the time I had my own kitchen I was desperate for variety, leaving Brady spoiled. With me gone he's lost weight, too much weight. I notice it especially in his face, where his skin suddenly hangs to his cheekbones for dear life.

Dinners were a big event in our house. We ate late to accommodate Brady's work schedule. I gave Eve a sizable after-school snack and she never complained. We all looked forward to the hour together. Every night, I set the table with clean linens and our gold-rimmed wedding china. The china was mostly to tease my sister, Meghan, who claimed registering for it was a waste. "You'll never use it, Maddy," she warned. "No one ever does." I'd call her sometimes as I set out the plates and we'd laugh.

"Who knew you'd become such a domestic diva?" she said one night. "I thought the ambition of a Wellesley College valedictorian would shatter glass ceilings." Right before I thought to be offended, she added, "Somehow you were blessed with perspective most intelligent people lack."

That's Meg for you.

When Brady got home he'd go straight for the stereo. Hellos and everything else commenced only after the music started. Harry Connick Jr. is Brady's favorite. I joked it was because people say they look alike, with their brown flowing hair and eyes set wide apart, but really, Brady loves anything that relies heavily on the piano. Music floated through the house as I put the finishing touches on dinner. We'd often sit at the table long after we finished eating, announcing our roses and thorns of the day, making plans for the upcoming weekend, laughing, occasionally debating. I'd advertise the book that had my attention, and Eve and Brady would rattle off all the reasons they were too busy to borrow it when I finished.

Eve came out with some doozies during these meals, often putting her raging hormonal perspective out there to digest with dinner. One night, when her usual vivacity didn't return with her from school, she said, "My thorn today was realizing that I have nothing to do with who I am. I'm whatever you've made me." I choked on my wine and stared at my Freudian thirteen-year-old, recognizing it was a deep thought. But on a Wednesday night with no context it was also a little over my head. A scary moment for any mother.

Brady recovered more gracefully, laughing off her drama. "Whoa there. Mom and I aren't signing up for that responsibility. You own who you are." It still sounded strange to hear Brady call me Mom. We swore we'd never be that couple, but when Eve's first word was Maddy we abandoned our adult identities without much discussion.

Eve looked down at her plate and let out a practiced sigh. "I knew you'd say something like that."

"It's true; I'm predictable," Brady said. "But my parents didn't make me that way. It's who I am." Eve gave a half smile at his cleverness and I beamed at the impressive level of communication from my highly functional family. There was always plenty to talk about then. Now our house, which used to be inviting with its oversized wooden door and broken-in welcome mat, is so dark and silent that passersby assume it's empty.

"Miss Murray," a girl shrieks, approaching Rory and ending my reverie.

"Well hello, Annie." Rory abandons a sweet pepper mid-inspection to crouch down and squarely meet the girl's eager eyes.

"Mom's taking me to Boston tomorrow."

"That's wonderful. You'll have to tell the class about it Monday."

"Okay," Annie agrees, the trip now more exciting. "See ya."

She runs away but Rory remains caught in the moment. Her expression saddens. I need to know why. There must be a way to intuit underpinnings and have impact on the world I left behind. Why else would I be stuck here watching? I keep perfectly still, focusing all my energy on Rory. She clearly craves something, or maybe someone, but I can't discern what.

I'm impatient as she walks to the parking lot. Without the ability to intervene, I can't repair the damage done. My attention drifts as I recall Brady dutifully leaning in for a kiss good night. Sometimes a peck, but sometimes so much more. I linger there until my mind catches the impossibility and substitutes me with Rory. It's a wrenching thought. During those nutty hypothetical conversations married people have I always claimed I'd want Brady to remarry if I died first. I pictured him in his late sixties, needing a partner to tackle aging with. I hadn't realized how cruel afterlife would be, that I'd have to personally select my replacement because Brady would be disoriented and Eve would need support, that I'd have to watch the whole thing from this front-row seat.

I stay with Rory as she loads the trunk of her light-blue Volkswagen Bug. Everything about her is adorable. I struggle to think of the single adjective that would have described me. I come up with reliable, maybe charismatic on a good day. Certainly not adorable. My face was too angular and my opinions too sharp for a word like that. Rory shuffles around for the bag with eggs in it, moving the delicate goods to the floor. A planner.

Her cell phone rings as the engine starts. The noises compete, so Rory doesn't hear the call until the second ring. The car is in drive as she rakes through her bag. She grabs the phone, looks over her shoulder, and releases the brake in one motion, not realizing the car is moving forward until she hears the crunch of metal. The collision is with a pristine Audi A7.

"Augh," she says, tapping a palm to her forehead in an exaggerated gesture I've never seen anyone do without an audience. That was it — Augh — before answering the call on the fifth ring. "Hello?" She stretches her neck to assess the damage.

"Glad I caught you, honey. Your mother is having a tough go of it. Any chance you can get home early? She could use your magic touch."

"I'm about to drop off groceries, but then I'm supposed to tutor. Did Brian show? He promised he'd grace you with his presence at lunch." She laughs uncomfortably at the spite in her words.

"No, but he called. Said work was crazy. I'm sorry." The woman sighs. "I hate to add to your plate, but I can't fork over more meds without something in her stomach."

Tears well in Rory's eyes but don't spill over. "It's no problem, Greta."

"Thanks, sweetheart. I wish everyone I cared for was as lucky as your mother."

Rory cringes at the inaccuracy of that statement. "I'll be home in a bit."

It's borderline superhuman to me that Rory didn't share the news of her fender bender with Greta. Her self-control reminds me of an old deodorant ad from the nineties that featured a woman maintaining total confidence in any situation. The ad ended with a jingle that went, "She stays cool, soft, and dry." I never related to that ad. I would've retold every detail of THE ACCIDENT. It may have even made the Christmas letter. For Rory, it wasn't worth a mention. This quiet calm is exactly what Brady needs to counter the resurgence of his temper.

I know from often-exaggerated tales at Fourth of July barbecues that Brady was a hothead growing up. His college nickname was The Fireman from some drunken night when he yanked the fire alarm to evacuate a fraternity pledge who'd made a move on his girlfriend, then punched the guy as he exited the building. For as many times as I heard the story, I could never picture Brady in it. Sure, he could be a jackass, but he was my jackass and his temper was never a source of concern. Until now.

Rory walks around to gauge the damage. Her fender is dented but the A7 is unscathed, exposing the fifty-thousand-dollar price difference between the two cars. Still, she leaves a note: Guilty of an accidental tap ... Don't see any marks, but here is my name and number in case. It's the perfect response. The Fireman is no match for this level of serenity.

Rory hops back in the car and again digs through her bag. She grabs a red leather book with a Buddha imprint on the cover. It takes me a moment to realize it's a genuine, tab-for-each-letter, impossible-to- change-when-someone-moves, pages-falling-out-of-the-binding address book. A lost art. I can hear Brady ribbing her already: 1984 called and wants its address book back. Perhaps Rory will come up with a good retort. Over the years I came to think of Brady's iPhone as physically attached to his hand.

Rory finds the number she needs and musters up a good mood voice while it rings. "Hi, Nancy, it's Rory. I'm terribly sorry to cancel last minute, but can we reschedule tutoring for tomorrow?"

With her calendar now out, a separate leather-bound book, she scrawls an arrow toward the following day, gets off the phone, and immediately dials another number. This one she knows without consulting the Buddha. Before the voice on the other end has an opportunity to greet her, Rory starts in.

"Where the hell were you?" Her teacher's voice has turned aggressive and hollow, almost daring.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"If you were sorry we wouldn't be having this conversation. Again."

"I'm expected to all but sleep here."

Rory holds the phone away from her ear and talks loudly into the receiver. "She is your mother. This cancer will kill her. Soon. Did they skip the definition of hospice in law school?"

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child," he says, though he sounds like a child.

Rory slams her hand against the steering wheel of her still-parked car. "Damn it, Brian, THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU. We're talking about forty-five minutes, once a week."

"That I don't have. I wish you'd stop treating me like a pile of shit for it."

"God. This is my fault, now?"

He clears his throat, which seems to strengthen his resolve. "We can't all be Rory Murray, Salt of the Fucking Earth."

"Fine," Rory says, defeated. "Focus on you. That's what you're good at."

This is my chance to get deeper into her thoughts. I zero in with willful concentration, intense to the point of exhaustion, and suddenly I feel it. A sensation. A flash. An understanding. Rory is alone and scared. She does not know what to do.

Brady and Eve can relate. And if I can read people's minds then certainly I can influence their actions. This woman is my chance to make things right. My family deserves more than I left behind.


Today is Mother's Day.

My first thought is stupid: my mom isn't here, so the holiday doesn't exist. But the rest of the world doesn't celebrate my mom, they celebrate their moms, and their moms didn't recently jump off a building.

My father claims he'll be stuck in a hotel conference room negotiating a deal of "strategic importance" with a bunch of people I'll never know. I guess it's possible. He says when it gets to the end of a merger you work straight through till it's done, but the timing is suspect. Today is going to suck. A meeting that goes from freaking eight in the morning to eight at night on a Sunday is something even Mom would've considered a little too convenient.

I'm swirling cereal around the bowl when Dad walks in, suited up for his big meeting. If he's lying to get out of the tennis tournament he at least feels bad enough to wear a costume that matches his cover story. I wonder how he'll handle this moment. Baby me? Ignore the significance of the day altogether? Without Mom telling him what to do, he's a dud at parenting.

"Say you're sick," he offers. His eyes shift around the room, working hard not to land on me.


"Skip the tournament. Everyone will understand."

He did not just say that. I give him an icy glare. "Pretty sure Mom wouldn't tell me to bail on a commitment just because it was gonna be rough." He doesn't have a comeback, so he grabs a water bottle from the fridge and leaves for work.


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I Liked My Life 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 26 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This novel is outstanding. It was hard to put down; this author is quite obviously talented. I will be waiting and watching for more!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I couldnt put this book down. It was so good, well written,.perfect characters and such an endearing story. The ending was a huge surprise and had no idea that was how it was going to end. So unpredictable and thats how you write a book. Cant.wait for her to write more.books. Highly recommend.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Truly had me hooked on page one. A must read!
CharlotteLynnsReviews More than 1 year ago
A mother commits suicide leaving behind a self-absorbed husband and a teenage daughter who now have to try to figure out their lives without her. The story alternates between three narrators. Maddy, the mother, tells her story as she watches her family and friends try to figure out how to cope with her death. Eve is the daughter who is trying to figure out why her mother committed suicide, what is now important in her life, and how can she ever be “normal” again. Brady is the husband and father of Eve and he now has to take care of himself and take care of Eve. What I took away from this book is how much a person is taken for granted. A mother who takes care of her family seems unappreciated, a father who works hard to provide for his family seem unappreciated, and the daughter who is just enjoying life, learning how to manage life may seem to not appreciate anyone. Yet when one of those people are no longer involved in your life you realize how much you need them, miss them, and how much you need them. I finished the book and thought about the characters, the family, and their story. Eve, Maddy, and Brady stayed in my heart long after I finished their story. This is a debut book by an author that is now on my must-read list.
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A story that broke my heart, helped me to find solace in grief, growth through pain, redemption through brokenness and hope in even the most trying of circumstances. Was our book club's choice for June. Great discussions. Amazing debut novel by a gifted and thoughtful writer.
Laeljeanne More than 1 year ago
Eve’s mom, Brady’s wife, killed herself, imbuing them both with an onslaught of guilt, but also forcing them to examine and restructure their relationship. Fabiaschi drizzles clues to a twist that leaves the reader sitting back watching these beloved characters come to terms with the information. She lays out the complexities of familial dynamics and how suicide exposes cracks in the foundation of relationships. The chaos and isolation of innocence lost is portrayed well for teenage Eve. The best part of this book is the point of view told by Madeline, or Maddy to her friends and family, the mom who died before the opening chapter narrated by her. I love how real the emotions of the characters feel and how the perspectives of each play off the others. All three members of this family keep returning from their various emotions and misunderstandings to the love they have for each other, and it all reads true.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read for a first novel
bumblebee23 More than 1 year ago
Madeline leaves behind a teenage girl and a husband, and both don't understand why she would take her life. Were they that horrible to her?! What did they do?! The story is told from multiple points of view. Madeline is watching over and influencing decisions and feelings throughout. She just wants to make sure her loved ones will be okay. The story makes you think about family and friends after they pass away, and whether they are really whispering in your ear trying to help you. Readers get to know the characters and the growth they go through after Madeline ends her life. Although some parts work out a little "too neatly" I enjoyed the story overall.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
“I Liked My Life” by Abby Fabiaschi keeps you turning the page from the very beginning until the end. She writes in a way that you can actually feel the emotion of each character during their journey of understanding loss, love, and forgiveness. Each characters perspective during specific situations are well developed and detailed that make it difficult to put the book down before finding out what happens next. The tone of the book is well perceived in that although the general concept appears to be sad, it gives way to laughter when necessary with a hint of sarcasm to keep it light.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved every page of this book and couldn't put it down! The three different points of view were so compelling and well written. The book is heartbreaking and heartwarming, and filled with poignant life lessons and themes that stick with you. A must read!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Absolutely loved this book! With the format of the book, the author had me living the emotional turmoil of all 3 main characters as well as examining aspects of my own life. Her writing is smart and insightful and I'm already looking forward to her next book. Definitely a great book club choice. Someone better send Oprah a copy!
Xkoqueen More than 1 year ago
4.5 stars I Liked My Life by Abby Fabiaschi is a thought-provoking read and an outstanding debut novel. The story telling is engaging, and the multi-character narration truly adds depth to the tale. Daughter, Eve, and husband, Brady’s raw, contemplative inner-dialogue is particularly affecting. Their sadness, guilt, and confusion over Maddy’s death is heart-wrenching. This book spoke to me. The under-appreciated wife and mother. The unstated thanks. The individual who became invisible as soon as she married and had children. I appreciated Ms. Fabiaschi’s slow reveal of Maddy as a human through her family’s reading of her personal journal. The journal entries, her family’s memories, and Maddy’s ethereal musings paint the picture of a complete person not just the aspects to which various people in one’s life are exposed. This very personal read made me contemplate my relationships with my husband and children. I saw the similarities in behaviors, but I also saw the universal truth in Maddy, Eve and Brady’s relationships. The story is simultaneously hopeful, humorous, and gut-wrenchingly sad. It makes you question yourself. Have you showed your loved ones ample appreciation? Have you told them, in specific terms, what they add to your life? One amazing result of Maddy’s passing is that her family tunes in. They get more involved. They become more thoughtful. It is unfortunate that it took Maddy’s tragic and unexpected death for them to appreciate her and each other. I loved that the survivors pick up the slack instead of falling apart. All too often, a story that starts with a death, depicts the slow downward spiral of the surviving family members. Eve and Brady show Maddy’s fading specter that they really did notice all that she did for the family…they just never took the time to appreciate the effort or tell her as much. I liked the little twist at the end of the story, and I loved that the story didn’t get a perfectly wrapped up happily-ever-after ending. There was closure without the story becoming trite and predictable. I appreciated this story and its messages of love, appreciation and forgiveness. I Liked My Life has stuck with me, and it keeps calling to me to re-read it. I look forward to my re-read as well as upcoming works by Ms. Fabiaschi.
Kerri_McKeever More than 1 year ago
Amazing! Had me hooked from the start. A must read for next month's book club!
LindyFitz More than 1 year ago
I have no patience for books that don't have me immediately hooked and desperate for more and I Liked My Life did not disappoint. I so easily related to each of the three main characters at different points throughout this beautifully written novel. I particularly enjoyed navigating the story through all three of their unique voices. Madeline, Brady and Eve are all such well developed and complex characters that you can't help but become attached to all of them. I thoroughly enjoyed the entire book and the delicious ending was entirely worth the wait! I am already looking forward to reading more from this incredibly talented author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As a 21 year old college football player, who rarely reads a book cover to cover, I was blown away by how captivating "I Liked My Life" is. This novel really takes the reader on an emotional rollercoaster through the lives of a broken family, something I was pleasantly suprised to experience. I look forward to more work from Abby Fabiaschi, as she expanded my reading boundiares with her great story "I Liked My Life".
Chris721 More than 1 year ago
Oh my goodness what a wonderful book!!! As the book starts, Maddy has committed suicide and has left her daughter Eve and husband Brady to figure out why and put the pieces of their lives back together. The book is told by Maddy, Eve, and Brady which I think is wonderful as you see things from all three points of view. Maddy feels she needs to find her replacement for a wife for Brady and a mother for Eve. She can communicate with Brady and Eve by quiet thoughts. She finds what she considers a great replacement and makes it so Eve and Brady meet her. I loved how Brady and Eve dealt with Maddy's death and worked together to find themselves in a good father- daughter relationship. They help each other heal. It is a story of love, family and a deep mother-daughter love. I loved this book and I thought the ending was perfect! Thank you very much to NetGalley and St. Martin's Press for allowing me to read and review an ARC of this wonderful book!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Got an advanced copy. Loved it so much I picked it for our March book club pick. What a wonderful read...you won't be disappointed!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved many things about this book, but especially the pacing--a slow build to a truly climactic conclusion that I never saw coming. The author is able to get into the heads of such different people--a grieving teenaged girl, her grieving and deeply flawed father, a blind pre-teen--and to capture each uniquely and intricately. No one is a cookie cutter--not even the suburban moms who swoop in to support the teenager, who easily could have been caricatures. This novel took me deep into the lives and minds of its characters, revealing through the details of their ordinary life the signs of much deeper troubles and triumphs. And when I got to the end...well, it took me completely by surprise and flipped so much of what I'd been thinking all along. I Liked My Life and its rich characters stayed with me for weeks after reading--I missed them when it was over. A beautiful novel for our times.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a fantastic debut with equally fantastic writing and a gripping storyline. Book clubbers, I LIKED MY LIFE would be a great pick for ya to check out and discuss!
crystallyn More than 1 year ago
When it comes to books, it's hard to send a twist in my direction, so I have to admit being blindsided by the artful way that Abby Fabiaschi told this wonderful story. It's a story about family, about friendship, about the devastating emotions that one goes through with the sudden loss of a loved one. It's difficult to write something terribly sad and incredibly heartening at the same time, but I Liked My Life is proof that it can be done.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Abby Fabiaschi's debut novel is uplifting, thought provoking, and laugh-out-loud funny. I felt connected to each character and pulled for the happiness of Brady, Rory, and Eve. What I appreciated most was how Fabiaschi successfully unveiled this story with grace and without predictable plot choices. I cannot recommend this book highly enough.