One woman. Two completely different lives. Which one is real? Or are they both real? Is she just completely delusional - having a psychotic break?
I can't say too much about the story itself as there's many twists and turns and I would hate to give anything away, but I can tell you it grabbed me and didn't let go. I was totally engrossed in Kitty and Katharyn's lives and spent much time myself trying to figure out who was the real girl or if Kitty was living through someone else's mind.
The fact that Kitty and her friend also happen to own an indie bookstore is a bonus in my mind. :)
I highly recommend this book. This is Cynthia's fiction debut and I say Bravo.
Scroll down after the description to read an excerpt.
March 3, 2015
About the Book
A provocative and hauntingly powerful debut novel reminiscent of Sliding Doors, The Bookseller follows a woman in the 1960s who must reconcile her reality with the tantalizing alternate world of her dreams.
Nothing is as permanent as it appears . . .
Denver, 1962: Kitty Miller has come to terms with her unconventional single life. She loves the bookshop she runs with her best friend, Frieda, and enjoys complete control over her day-to-day existence. She can come and go as she pleases, answering to no one. There was a man once, a doctor named Kevin, but it didn’t quite work out the way Kitty had hoped.
Then the dreams begin.
Denver, 1963: Katharyn Andersson is married to Lars, the love of her life. They have beautiful children, an elegant home, and good friends. It’s everything Kitty Miller once believed she wanted—but it only exists when she sleeps.
Convinced that these dreams are simply due to her overactive imagination, Kitty enjoys her nighttime forays into this alternate world. But with each visit, the more irresistibly real Katharyn’s life becomes. Can she choose which life she wants? If so, what is the cost of staying Kitty, or becoming Katharyn?
As the lines between her worlds begin to blur, Kitty must figure out what is real and what is imagined. And how do we know where that boundary lies in our own lives?