Krista Bourne has always been surrounded by the strength, love and wealth of her family and their homes in New York City and Martha's Vineyard. She has never had to think for herself. Living with boyfriend Michael and her elderly grandfather, she can also summon up the comforting ghosts of her beloved father and grandmother. In vivid dreams she flies with her pilot father, and when awake remembers idyllic childhood holidays spent with her bohemian grandmother.
When Krista impulsively walks out on her career as a professional dancer, it is the beginning of a new chapter in her life. She feels unsettled and excited by the sense of imminent change around her. This feeling turns to panic, then fear when she realises that she is pregnant and is uncertain whether or not she wants to keep the baby, bringing her and Michael to a crossroads in their relationship. Adamant that she alone must deal with the situation, Krista rejects all offers of support from him, isolating her at a time when she most needs help. Krista's journey and emotional upheaval take her back to her summer home on Martha's Vineyard, where she is surprised to find out that she does not know her family history quite as well as she imagined...
Off-Island will appeal to readers who enjoy romance, empowering fiction and extremely relatable characters with situations grounded in reality.
Off-Island by Marlene Hauser was published by Matador Books in August last year. As part of the #RandomThingsTours Blog Tour, I'm delighted to share an extract from the book with you today.
"At the window she peeked through the blinds. She watched an old
man hobble down the street. He stopped at two aluminum trash cans and began to
rummage. Krista felt pity for him. Michael turned over in his sleep. She wept.
None of this had been planned. She had not asked for any of it, she told
herself. She did not ask for a baby. Did she? Life enter here. No,
she told herself, she did not have that kind of power. Something else was
controlling her. Quite suddenly, she knew what she would do if the test proved
to be positive. She would have an abortion. It was as simple as that. She would
do it right away. She would find a good doctor. It would be safe. Abortions
were legal. There would be nothing to endanger the time when her situation was
better, when the decision to have a child was planned, when it was not an
obscure, bolt-from-the-blue twist of fate. Life enter here< Was
she that powerful?
She realized for the first time how much she cared for life and
how responsible she wanted to be as a mother. She wanted to be a parent who was
fully committed and present. Her child would not be the extension of a fantasy,
a roll of the dice. Her child would be someone planned, anticipated, truly
wanted. Maybe it would be with Michael, and maybe it would not. Did she even
know him? This child had come about purely because of the rain. Krista cried
because being pregnant made her realize how much more than anything else in the
world – more than a career, a way to prove herself to her mother – she did want
a child, children. One day, when it felt right. She wanted a baby to love the
way her father had loved her. But this was the wrong time. A woman could know
it was the wrong time, or the wrong reason. Couldn’t she know that, in just the
same way she knew whether she had conceived or not? That split second. Krista
wanted a child. She did want to create life, but the time and the circumstances
now were not right. Krista knew she was not yet ready to be a mother, the guide
and compass to a new human being.
She crawled back into bed, curling around Michael, pulling his
head to her chest. She kissed the top of his head. He worked his body toward
hers, mumbling, half asleep.
‘What are you doing up?’
‘Nothing,’ she said, ‘thinking.’
‘Thinking?’ he said. ‘Not my little dreamer.’
‘That’s right,’ she said, hushing him back to sleep. She held
him securely, as if he were the baby she was about to give up.
She lay holding him as she recognized for the first time what
women – mothers – had always had the option to do. They could, like gods, give
life or take it away. Did it even matter whether or not it was legalized? This
was a power no senate could legislate for. Means would always be found. Biology
was not a process of law. The feeling ran so deep, so primordial, so original.
She knew she could not share her pain, her responsibility.
‘God,’ she pleaded, ‘I do not want to be pregnant. I do not want
to have to make this decision. I do not want to cut this beautiful being out of
my life. Please help me.’
Krista still hoped the test would be negative. She wished the
past few weeks would all have been the fault of her runaway imagination. She
begged God to let the pregnancy test be negative, and promised to never again
play with the power she had been given. How could she not have known, not
understood? She wept. I can create life. She recalled that instant
surge of light. The moment of conception was indelibly written in her heart and
mind. Who, she thought, had separated sex from producing life?"
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