Night Road

Hardcover | March 29, 2011

byKristin Hannah

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For a mother, life comes down to a series of choices. 

To hold on…

To let go..

To forget…

To forgive…

Which road will you take?

                                                            Night Road

For eighteen years, Jude Farraday has put her children’s needs above her own, and it shows—her twins, Mia and Zach—are bright and happy teenagers.  When Lexi Baill moves into their small, close knit community, no one is more welcoming than Jude.  Lexi, a former foster child with a dark past, quickly becomes Mia’s best friend.  Then Zach falls in love with Lexi and the three become inseparable.   

Jude does everything to keep her kids on track for college and out of harm’s way.  It has always been easy-- until senior year of high school.  Suddenly she is at a loss.  Nothing feels safe anymore; every time her kids leave the house, she worries about them. 

On a hot summer’s night her worst fears come true. One decision will change the course of their lives.  In the blink of an eye, the Farraday family will be torn apart and Lexi will lose everything.  In the years that follow, each must face the consequences of that single night and find a way to forget…or the courage to forgive.

Vivid, universal, and emotionally complex, NIGHT ROAD raises profound questions about motherhood, identity, love, and forgiveness.  It is a luminous, heartbreaking novel that captures both the exquisite pain of loss and the stunning power of hope.  This is Kristin Hannah at her very best, telling an unforgettable story about the longing for family, the resilience of the human heart, and the courage it takes to forgive the people we love.

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For a mother, life comes down to a series of choices.  To hold on…To let go..To forget…To forgive…Which road will you take?                                                             Night RoadFor eighteen years, Jude Farraday has put her children’s needs above her own, and it shows—her twins, Mia and Zach—are bright and happy teenage...

Kristin Hannah is the New York Times bestselling author of novels including Firefly Lane, True Colors and Winter Garden. She was born in Southern California and moved to Western Washington when she was eight. A former lawyer, Hannah started writing when she was pregnant and on bed rest for five months. Writing soon became an obsession...

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Format:HardcoverDimensions:432 pages, 9.43 × 6.63 × 1.41 inPublished:March 29, 2011Publisher:St. Martin's PressLanguage:English

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Page turner I read this book in one sitting and I think I cried the entire time. The characters are vivid and believable. When I recommend this novel, I tell the reader that its an amazing and heartbreaking story. A must read.
Date published: 2014-01-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautiful story Sad, poignant and quite honestly an honest look at the giant mountains that life puts in our way that we have no control over no matter how hard we try to control everything.
Date published: 2013-04-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Couldn't put it down! I've read a few Kristin Hannah books and have never been disappointed. I read this book in two days; just couldn't put it down!
Date published: 2013-01-28
Rated 4 out of 5 by from One of her best books This is one of Kristin Hannah's better books. Suspenseful, dramatic, engaging - I found myself trying to find time in my day to read more. To me, that is a great book. The characters were well built, you really had a lot of empathy for all of them and I stuggled trying to feel badly for the heroine (the young girl), or the villan (the mother) - in fact, the characters were so well written that at times you wondered who was the heroine and the villan. This is a great book!
Date published: 2012-11-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I cried throughout the last half. Night Road was such an amazing book. It starts out with a girl who has been in foster care for years with a drug addict mom who eventually died. Surprisingly, she has an aunt named Eva, who although didn't have much money herself, took in Lexi. Eventually, Mia and Lexi become best friends and she basically becomes part of the Farraday family. Later on, Lexi even falls in love with Zach, much to Jude's (Mia and Zach's mother) distaste. But it only takes one tragic accident to tear that all apart. The book is told in a few people's perspectives, and I'll only name two otherwise there will be spoilers. I enjoyed the multiple perspectives, because each person always had their own side of the story, and one was oblivious to how the other was feeling. Jude was really protective over her twins, maybe even a little overprotective. Her character at the beginning of the book was a strong woman. She tried her best to protect her children from doing anything wrong like drugs or alcohol, but maybe it was her protectiveness that led them to rebel against her. After the accident, she became a fragile person, she even described herself as a porcelain doll who had to be handled with care. Lexi was the opposite of rich. She lived with her aunt in a double-wide trailer, and her aunt still had to work fifty hours a day to pay for all the costs. However, Lexi was a very caring person, and she knew right from wrong, which was what led her to pretty much lose almost everything. During the first half of the book, I was really pulled in because of Lexi's family situation. With a now dead mother who was a drug addict, she must have went through tough times. I just felt bad that she went from one foster family to another, never really being loved, never really being part of the family. And suddenly her aunt takes her in, and I felt so happy for her. After the tragic accident, for the rest of the book, every time I opened it and read a few lines, I was crying. My eyes were full of tears and I couldn't even see the page in front of me. Kristin Hannah put such realistic emotions in there, describing everything with detail, the heartbreak and the depression. I couldn't even think of the book without crying, my eyes are still swelled up and red. Night Road teaches a lesson about a (unfortunately) common issue in the world, which is drinking and driving and the consequences of it. It's a story about making friends and forgiving the ones you love, no matter what. I absolutely fell in love with this book, and also with Kristin Hannah's writing.
Date published: 2012-08-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Haven't cried this much from reading... The blurb at the back of the book doesn't do the story justice. I am not a huge fan of stories based on parent-child relationships, but this book is way more than that! It is about friendship, love and growing up. It reminds me of "Summer Sisters" by Judy Blume in its own way. Kristin Hannah creates characters that I fell in love with, and it is these characters that will keep you reading, and unfortunately crying throughout the later half of the book. As much as I enjoyed this book, I did find certain points in the plot a bit unbelievable. The transition between time is not smooth in some points, which threw me off. But that might just be my problem. Overall, this is a great book. I rarely cry over anything, but even when I cheated and scanned through the book to find out what happened in the end, I cried. And I ended up crying for those characters a second time when I read the book properly from beginning to end. I will definitely consider picking up another Kristin Hannah book after this.
Date published: 2012-06-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Definitely Hannah's Best! If you don’t know by now, I’ll tell you: I adore Kristin Hannah. I had never heard of her until the summer of last year when I was aimlessly scouring the shelves of my local library and came across her books. After reading only one of them, I knew I had another favourite author on my hands. The funny thing about Night Road is how I acquired it. You see, when we travel, I have a tendency to go through Crazy Town and back trying to figure out what books to pack. I’m very much a mood reader and just pick up whatever takes my fancy when I read. I have choices. But when we travel, I can’t pack up all 500+ books in my home library. I also don’t want to be packing any hardcover, or overly large books in my carry-on, so I’m usually in quite the dilemma. For our last vacation, I packed about 5 books, which was pretty good for a vacation where I wasn’t planning on doing a heck of a lot of reading. By the time we were getting ready to board the airplane home – bags checked, airplane snacks purchased – I took a walk around the airport. I have a tendency to wander into bookstores whenever I see them, so when I saw the few shelves of books in one of the few shops at the airport, I went in to take a look. Of course, I already had 3 books in my carry-on at the time, having finished only 2 for the flight to our destination and during the course of our vacation. But, naturally, Kristin Hannah’s Night Road drew me in and I abandoned the books from my TBR shelf and bought this shiny new one for the plane. Awesome, huh? Lucky for me, the book turned out to be pretty amazing. Not that I would expect anything less from Kristin Hannah. Her way with words and how she gets right down to the raw, human emotion is why I stick with her. Her books draw me in like not many authors can. When it comes to Night Road, I’m sure we’ve all had that friend. You know, the one with the good-looking brother who has all the cool friends, whereas our new friend isn’t so cool, but we love them anyway because we’re not so cool ourselves. And then, as time goes on, we find ourselves in love with the brother, but not willing to give up our friendship with either in case things do or don’t work out? OK, I didn’t have that story growing up, but Lexi did. Lexi’s one of the main characters in Night Road and she comes from a broken family. Her dad died and her mother was in prison. Lexi pretty much lived in foster homes, going from family to family until one day she finds actual family who want to take her in. Forever. Once she finds this family, an aunt, her life turns around. This is a story about love, friendship, and forgiveness. It’s about how the dynamics of love can change within one day and how one stupid thing will change an entire life. Hannah leaves the reader with the question: What would you be willing to do for love? Would you risk it all? I don’t want to ruin any of this wonderful novel for any future readers, but Hannah weaved such a great story that it’s hard not to classify this as being one of her best works. The first thing I thought of while reading it was that there was so much going on, so many questions raised, that it would be a great book for a book club to read. I can imagine some very lively discussions going on. I laughed, I cried, I empathized with the characters, and when the whole world changed, I found myself completely swept away. The entire story is amazing and I could not stop reading it. In fact, I started it the afternoon we were flying and finished it the morning after (when I was home sick with a head cold). Once I finished it, I was happy to realize it was one of those books with the perfect story, the perfect characters, and the perfect ending — one that I would recommend to anyone to read.
Date published: 2012-03-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! Jude Farraday is a happily married, stay-at-home mom who puts everyone’s needs above her own including that of her happy teenage twins Mia and Zach. When Lexi Baill - a former foster child with a dark past enters their lives - no one is more supportive than Jude. Lexi quickly becomes Mia’s best friend , Zach falls in love with Lexi and the three become inseparable. As the end of senior year approaches, drinking and partying become a constant and one night Jude’s worst fears are confirmed: there is an accident. In an instant, Jude's idyllic life is shattered and her close-knit community is torn apart. People, including Jude, demand justice and the finger of blame is pointed solely on eighteen-year-old Lexi. In a moment of weakness, guilt-ridden Lexi gives up everything that matters to her—the boy she loves, her place in the family, and the best friend she ever had—while Jude loses even more. Years later, as an older and wiser Lexi returns to the community, long buried feelings will rise again and Jude will finally have to face the woman she has become. She must decide whether to remain broken or try to forgive both Lexi…and herself. NIGHT ROAD is a vivid, emotionally complex novel that raises profound questions about motherhood, identity, love, and forgiveness. It is a luminous, heartbreaking novel that captures both the exquisite pain of loss and the stunning power of hope.
Date published: 2011-07-02
Rated 4 out of 5 by from another winner for Hannah Jude Farraday has raised her two children, twins Mia and Zach, by being very involved in their upbringing. She has been there for every step and has helped plan their every move. The twins are bright, smart and Zach is popular. Mia is a little shyer and but when she enters high school she meets Lexi Baill, a former foster child. They become inseparable and when Lexi and Zach fall in love, everything is perfect. Senior year at high school the twins are a little more rebellious against their mother. Jude becomes more and more concerned about their well-being. And then the worst possible thing happens and there is an accident. Lexi gets all the blame and faces it with integrity. Night Road is a novel about profound loss and how it affects each member of the family. It is a story that tells about doing the right thing and the courage that takes. Forgiveness is the hardest thing in the world but love is the most lasting and hope is the most powerful. This book is an emotional read that I just couldn't put down. Loved it!!
Date published: 2011-02-09

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NIGHT ROADKristin Hannah Prologue                                                                                                                                             2010           She stands at the hairpin turn on Night Road.            On either side of her, giant evergreens grow clustered together, rising high into the blue summer sky.  Even now, in midday, this stubbled, winding ribbon of asphalt holds the morning mist close.            This road is like her life; knee deep in shadow.  Once, it had been the quickest way home and she’d taken it easily, turning onto its potholed surface without a second thought, rarely noticing how the earth dropped away on either edge.  Her mind had been on other things back then, on the miniutae of everyday life.  Chores.  Errands.  Schedules.             She hadn’t taken this route in years.  Just the thought of it had been enough to make her turn the steering wheel too sharply; better to go off the road than to find herself here.  Or so she’d thought until today.            People on the island still talk about what happened in the summer of ’04.  They sit on barstools and in porch swings and spout opinions, half truths, making judgments that aren’t theirs to make.  They think a few columns in a newspaper give them the facts they need.  But the facts are hardly what matter.           If anyone sees her here, just standing on this lonely roadside in a gathering mist, it will all come up again.   Like her, they’ll  remember that night, so long ago, when the rain turned to ash….            PART ONE“Midway upon the journey of our lifeI found myself within a forest dark,For the straightforward pathway had been lost.”—The Inferno by Dante Alighieri  Chapter One 2000 Lexi Baill had studied a Washington State map until the tiny red geographical markings shimmied in front of her tired eyes.  There was a vaguely magical air about the place names; they hinted at a landscape she could hardly imagine, of snow draped mountains that came right down to the water’s edge, of trees as tall and straight as church steeples, of an endless, smogless blue sky.  She pictured eagles perched on telephone poles and night skies filled with stars.  Bears probably crept through the quiet subdivisions at night, looking for places that not long ago had been theirs.      Her new home.  She wanted to think that her life would be different there.  But how could she believe that, really?  At fourteen, she might not know much, but she knew this:  kids in the system were returnable, like old soda bottles and shoes that pinched your toes.  Yesterday, she’d been wakened early by her caseworker and told to pack her things.  Again.“I have good news,” Mrs. Watters had said.               Even half asleep, Lexi knew what that meant.  “Another family.  That’s great.  Thanks, Ms. Watters.” “Not just a family.  Your family.” “Right.  Of course.  My new family.  It’ll be great.” Ms. Watters made that disappointed sound, a soft exhalation of breath that wasn’t quite a sigh.  “You’ve been strong, Lexi.  For so long.” Lexi tried to smile.  “Don’t feel bad, Mrs. W.  I know how hard it is to place older kids.  And the Rexler family was cool.  If my mom hadn’t come back, I think that one would have worked out.” “None of it was your fault, you know.” “Yeah,” Lexi said.  On good days she could make herself believe that the people who turned her away had their own problems.  On bad days—and they were coming more often lately—she wondered what was wrong with her, why she was so easy to leave.            “You have relatives, Lexi.  I found your great aunt.  Her name is Eva Lange.  She’s sixty-six years old and she lives in Port George, Washington.” Lexi sat up.  “What?  My mom said I had no relatives.” “Your mother was…mistaken.  You do have family.” Lexi had spent a lifetime waiting for those few precious words.  Her world had always been dangerous, uncertain, a ship heading for the shoals.  She had grown up mostly alone, among strangers, a modern day feral child fighting for scraps of food and attention, never receiving enough of either.  Most of it she’d blocked out entirely, but when she tried—when one of the State shrinks made her try—she could remember being hungry, wet, reaching out for a mother who was too high to hear her or too strung out to care.  She remembered sitting for days in a dirty playpen, crying, waiting for someone to remember her existence.Now, she stared out the dirty window of a Greyhound bus.  Her caseworker sat beside her, reading a romance novel.After more than nineteen hours, they were finally nearing their destination.  Outside, a steel wool sky obliterated the treetops.  Rain caused squiggling patterns on the window, blurring the view.  It was like another planet here in Washington; gone were the sun scorched bread-crust colored hills of Southern California and the gray crisscross of traffic-clogged freeways.  The trees were steroid-big; so were the mountains.  Everything seemed overgrown and wild.The bus pulled up to a squat, cement colored terminal and came to a wheezing, jerking stop.  A cloud of black smoke wafted across her window, obscuring her view of the parking lot for a moment; then the rain pounded it into nothingness.  The bus doors whooshed open. “Lexi?”She heard Mrs. Watter’s voice and thought move, Lexi, but she couldn’t do it.  She looked up at the woman who had been the only steady presence in her life for the last six years.  Every time a foster family gave up on Lexi, returned her like a piece of fruit gone bad, Mrs. Watters had been there, waiting with a sad little smile.  It wasn’t much to return to, maybe, but it was all Lexi knew, and suddenly she was afraid to lose even that small familiarity.  “What if she doesn’t come?” Lexi asked.  Mrs. Watters held out her hand, with its veiny, twig-like fingers and big knuckles.  “She will.”Lexi took a deep breath.  She could do this.  Of course she could.  She had moved into seven foster homes in the past five years, and gone to six different schools in the same amount of time.  She could handle this.  She reached out for Mrs. Watters’ hand.  They walked single file down the narrow bus aisle, bumping the cushioned seats on either side of them.Off the bus, Lexi retrieved her banged up blue suitcase, which was almost too heavy to carry, filled as it was with the only things that really mattered to her: books.  She dragged it to the very edge of the sidewalk and stood there, perched at the rim of the curb.  It felt like a dangerous drop off, that little cliff of concrete.  One wrong step could break a bone or send her headlong into traffic.   Mrs. Watters came up beside Lexi, opening an umbrella.  The rain made a thumping sound on the stretched nylon.  One by one, the passengers disembarked from the bus and disappeared.  Lexi looked out at the empty parking lot and wanted to cry.  How many times had she been in exactly this position?  Every time Momma dried out, she came back for her daughter.  Give me another chance, baby girl.  Tell the nice judge here you love me.  I’ll be better this time…I won’t forget about you no more.  And every time, Lexi waited.  “She probably changed her mind.” “That won’t happen, Lexi.” “It could.”  “You have family, Lexi,” Ms. Watters repeated the terrifying words and Lexi slipped; hope tiptoed in. “Family.”  She dared to test out the unfamiliar word.  It melted on her tongue like candy, leaving sweetness behind. A battered blue Ford Fairlane pulled up in front of them and parked.  The car was dented along the fender and dirty.  Duct tape criss-crossed a cracked window. The driver’s door opened slowly and a woman emerged.  She was short and gray-haired, with watery brown eyes and the kind of diamond-patterned skin that came with heavy smoking.  Amazingly, she looked familiar—like an older, wrinkled version of Momma.  At that, the impossible word came back to Lexi, swollen now with meaning.  Family.              “Alexa?” the woman said in a scratchy voice. Lexi couldn’t make herself answer.  She wanted this woman to smile, or maybe even hug her, but Eva Lange just stood there, her dried-apple face turned into a deep frown.            “I’m your great aunt.  Your grandmother’s sister.” “I never knew my grandmother,” was all Lexi could think of to say.         “All this time, I thought you were living with your daddy’s people.”            “I don’t have a dad.  I mean, I don’t know who he is.  Momma didn’t know.” Aunt Eva sighed.  “I know that now, thanks to Ms. Watters here.  Is that all your your stuff?”            Lexi felt a wave of shame.  It was all she had, just the one suitcase.  “Yeah.”            Mrs. Watters gently took the suitcase from Lexi and put it in the back seat.  “Go on, Lexi.  Get in the car.  Your aunt wants you to live with her.”            Yeah, for now.              Mrs. Watters pulled Lexi into a fierce hug, whispering, “Don’t be afraid.”               Lexi almost hung on too long.  At the last second, before it turned embarrassing, she let go and stumbled free.  She went to the battered car and wrenched the door open.  It rattled and pinged and swung wide.            Inside, the car had two brown vinyl bench seats, with cracked seams that burped up a gray padding.  It smelled like a mixture of mint and smoke, as if a million menthol cigarettes had been smoked within.            Lexi sat as close to the door as possible.  Through the cracked window, she waved at Mrs. Watters, watching her caseworker disappear into the gray haze as they drove away.  She let her fingertips graze the cold glass, as if a little touch like that could connect her with a woman she could no longer see.              “I was sorry to hear about your momma passing,” Aunt Eva said after a long and uncomfortable silence.  “She’s in a better place now.  That must be a comfort to you.”            Lexi had never known what to say to that.  It was a sentiment she’d heard from every stranger who’d ever taken her in.  Poor Lexi, with her dead drug-addict mother.  But no one really knew what Momma’s life had been like—the men, the heroin, the vomiting, the pain.  Or how terrible the end had been.  Only Lexi knew all of that.              She stared out the window at this new place of hers.  It was bold and green and dark, even in the middle of the day.  After a few miles, a sign welcomed them to the Port George reservation.  Here, there were Native American symbols everywhere.  Carved orca whales marked the shopfronts.  Manufactured homes sat on untended lots, many of them with rusting cars or appliances in the yard.  On this late August afternoon, empty fireworks stands attested to the recent holiday, and a glittering casino was being built on a hillside overlooking the Sound.   Signs led the way to the Chief Sealth Mobile home park.  Aunt Eva drove through the park and pulled up in front of a yellow and white double wide trailer.  In the misty rain, it looked blurred somehow, rounded with disappointment.  Plastic gray pots full of leggy, dying petunias guarded the front door, which was painted easter egg blue.  In the front window, a pair of plaid curtains hung like a pair of fabric hourglasses, cinched in the middle with strands of fuzzy yellow yarn. “It isn’t much,” Aunt Eva said, looking ashamed.  “I rent from the Tribe.”   Lexi didn’t know what to say.  If her aunt had seen some of the places Lexi had lived in her life, she wouldn’t have made excuses for this pretty little trailer.  “It’s nice.”            “Come on,” her aunt said, turning off the engine.             Lexi followed her aunt across a gravel path and up to the front door.  Inside, the mobile home was neat as a pin.  A small, L-shaped kitchen sidled up to a dining area that held a yellow speckled Formica and chrome table with four metal chairs.  In the living room, a plaid loveseat and two blue vinyl La-Z-boys faced a T.V. on a metal stand.  On the end table there were two pictures—one of an old woman with horn-rimmed glasses and one of Elvis. The air smelled like cigarette smoke and fake flowers.  There were purple air fresheners hanging from almost every knob in the kitchen. “Sorry if the place kinda smells.  I quit smoking last week---when I found out about you,” Aunt Eva said, turning to look at Lexi.  “Secondhand smoke and kids is a bad mix, right?”           A strange feeling unfurled inside of Lexi; it was birdlike, fluttery, and so foreign she didn’t recognize the emotion right away.                 Hope.              Don’t care.  Don’t care.   She tried to follow her own advice, but she couldn’t do it.  This woman, this aunt, had quit smoking for her.  And she’d taken Lexi in when obviously money was tight.  She looked at the woman, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.  She was afraid she might jinx everything with the wrong word.              “I’m kinda outta my depth here, Lexi,” Aunt Eva finally said.  “Oscar and me—he was my husband—we never had kids.  Tried, just din’t.  So, I don’t know about raising kids.  If you’re gonna be—“ “I’ll be good.  I swear it.”  Don’t change your mind.  Please.  “If you keep me, you won’t be sorry.” “If I keep you?”  Aunt Eva pursed her thin lips, gave a little frown. “Your momma sure did a number on you.  Can’t say I’m surprised.  She broke my sister’s heart, too.”           “She was good at hurting people,” Lexi said quietly.              “We’re family,” Eva said.             “I don’t really know what that means.”           Aunt Eva smiled, but it was sad, that smile, and it wounded Lexi, reminded her that she was a little broken.  Life with Momma had left its mark.  “It means you’re staying here with me.  And I guess you’d best just call me Eva from now on, ‘cause that Aunt bit is gonna get old fast.”  She started to turn away.              Lexi reached out and grabbed her aunt’s thin wrist, feeling the velvety soft skin wrinkle in her grasp.  She hadn’t meant to do it, shouldn’t have done it, but it was too late now.          “What is it, Lexi?” her aunt said, frowning.            Lexi could hardly form the two small words; they felt like a pair of stones in her tight throat.   But she had to say them.  Had to.  “Thank you,” she said, her eyes stinging.  “I won’t cause you any trouble.  I swear it.”           “You probably will,” Eva said, and finally, she smiled.  “You’re a teenager, right?  But it’s okay, Lexi.  It’s okay.  I’ve been alone a long time.  I’m glad you’re here.”            Lexi could only nod.  She’d been alone a long time, too. ******************************************************************Jude Farraday hadn’t slept at all last night.  Finally, just before dawn, she gave up even trying.  Peeling back the summerweight comforter, taking care not to wake her sleeping husband, she got out of bed and left her bedroom.  Opening the French doors quietly, she stepped outside and watched the sunrise.In the emergent light, her backyard glistened with dew; lush green grass sloped gently down to a sandy gray pebbled beach.  Beyond it, the Sound was a series of charcoal colored waves that rolled and rolled, their peaks painted orange by the dawn.  On the opposite shore, the Olympic mountain range was a jagged line of pink and lavender.      She stepped into the orange plastic gardening clogs that were always by this door and went into her garden.             This patch of land was more than just her pride and joy.  It was her sanctuary.  Here, hunkered down in the rich black earth, she planted and replanted, divided and pruned.  Within these low stone walls, she had created a world that was wholly defined by beauty and order.  The things she planted in this ground stayed where she put them; they sent out roots that ran deep into this land.  No matter how cold and bitter the winter or how driving the rainstorms, her beloved plants came back to life, returning with the seasons.  Over the years, as this garden bloomed and matured, so too had her children.            “You’re up early.” She turned.  Her husband stood on the stone patio, just outside their bedroom door.  In a pair of black boxer shorts, with his too long, graying-blond hair still tangled from sleep, he looked like some sexy Classics professor or a just-past-his-prime rock star.  No one wonder she’d fallen in love with him at first sight, more than twenty four years ago.   She kicked off the orange clogs and walked along the stone path from the garden to the patio.  “I couldn’t sleep,” she confessed. He took her in his arms.  “It’s the first day of school.” And there it was, the thing that had crept into her sleep like a burglar and ruined her peace.  “I can’t believe they’re starting high school.  They were just in kindergarten a second ago.” “It’s going to be an interesting ride, seeing who they become in the next four years.” “Interesting for you,” she said.  “You’re in the stands, watching the game.  I’m down on the field, taking the hits.  I’m terrified something will go wrong.” “What can go wrong?  They’re smart, curious, loving kids.  They’ve got everything going for them.” “What can go wrong?  Are you kidding?  It’s…dangerous out there, Miles.  We’ve been able to keep them safe up until now, but high school is different.” “You’re going to have to let up a little, you know.” It was the sort of thing he said to her all the time.  A lot of people gave her the same advice, actually, and had for years.  She’d been criticized for holding the reins of parenthood too tightly, of controlling her children too completely, but she didn’t know how to let go.  From the moment she’d first decided to become a mother, it had been an epic battle.  She had suffered through three miscarriages before the twins.  And there had been month after month when the arrival of her period had sent her into a gray and hazy depression.  Then, a miracle:  she’d conceived again.  The pregnancy had been difficult, always tenuous, and she’d been sentenced to almost six months of bed rest.  Every day as she’d lain in that bed, imagining her babies, she’d pictured it as a war, a battle of wills.  She’d held on with all her heart.  “Not yet,” she finally said.  “They’re only fourteen.” “Jude,” he said, sighing.  “Just a little.  That’s all I’m saying.  You check their homework every day and chaperone every dance and organize every school function.  You make them breakfast and drive them everywhere they need to go.  You clean their rooms and wash their clothes.  If they forget to do their chores, you make excuses and do it all yourself.  They’re not Spotted Owls.  Let them loose a little.” “What should I give up?  If I stop checking homework, Mia will stop doing it.  Or maybe I should quit calling their friends’ parents to make sure the kids are going where they say they’re going?  When I was in high school we had keggars every weekend and two of my girlfriends got pregnant.  I need to keep better track of them now, trust me.  So many things can go wrong in the next four years.  I need to protect them.  Once they go to college, I’ll relax.  I promise.”             “The right college,” he teased, but they both knew it wasn’t really a joke.  The twins were freshmen in high school and Jude had already begun to research colleges.             She looked up at him, wanting him to understand.  He thought she was too invested in their children, and she understood his concern, but she was a mother, and she didn’t know how to be casual about it.  She knew how it felt to be your mother’s last concern.  She couldn’t stand the thought that her children would grow up as she had, feeling unloved. “You’re nothing like her, Jude,” he said quietly, and she loved him for saying it.  She rested against him; together they watched the day brighten, and Miles finally said, “Well, I better get up.  I have a surgery at ten.” She kissed him deeply, then followed him back into the house.  After a quick shower, she dried her shoulder length blonde hair, put on a thin layer of makeup and dressed in jeans and an oversized lightweight cashmere sweater.  Opening her dresser drawer, she withdrew two small, wrapped packages; one for each of her children.  Taking them with her, she walked out of her bedroom, down the wide slate hallway.  With morning sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, this house, constructed mostly of glass and stone and exotic woods, seemed almost to glow from within.  On this main floor, every viewpoint boasted some decorating treasure.  Jude had spent four years huddled with architects and designers to make this home spectacular, and her every dream for it had been realized.              Upstairs, it was a different story.  Here, at the top of a floating stone and copper stairway, it was kidland.  A giant media room, complete with big screen TV and a pool table, dominated the east side of the house.  Additionally there were two large bedrooms, each with their own en suite bathrooms. At Mia’s bedroom door, she knocked perfunctorily and went inside. As expected, she found her fourteen year old daughter sprawled on top of the blankets in her four-postered bed, asleep.  There were clothes everywhere, like shrapnel from some mythic explosion, heaped and piled and kicked aside.  Mia was actively engaged in a search for identity and each new attempt required a radical clothing change.     Jude sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked the soft blond hair that fell across Mia’s  cheek.  For a moment, time fell away; suddenly she was a young mother again, looking down at a cherubic girl with cornsilk hair and a gummy grin, who’d followed her twin brother around like a little shadow.  They’d been like puppies, scrambling over each other in their exuberant play, chattering nonstop in their secret language, laughing, tumbling off sofa and steps and laps.  From the very start, Zach had been the leader of this pair.  He’d spoken first and most often. Mia had uttered a real word until after her fourth birthday.  She hadn’t needed to; her brother was there for her.  Then and now.               They’d been so close that change—and danger—had crept up slowly, almost without Jude’s noticing it.  Zach had bloomed in junior high; there was no other word for it.  With his too-long, wheat blond hair, bottle green eyes, and room-lighting smile, he’d grown into the kind of confidence that brought friends to him like moths to a flame.  Mia, on the other hand, had closed up in those same years, become so painfully shy that sometimes her teachers couldn’t even remember if she’d been in class.  Zach tried to include his sister in every part of his life, but it wasn’t easy.  Mia instinctively hung back.  Every time Jude looked at her daughter, she felt Mia’s loneliness like a blow to the heart.  “Hey, baby,” she said. Mia rolled over sleepily and opened her eyes, blinking slowly.  Her pale, heart-shaped face, with its gorgeous bone structure—inherited from her father—was an acne battlefield that no amount of care had yet been able to clear.  Multi-colored rubberbands looped through her braces.  “Hola, Madre.” “It’s the first day of high school.” Mia grimaced.  “Shoot me.  Really.” “It’ll be better than middle school.  You’ll see.” Mia sighed.  “Says you.  Can’t you home school me?”            “Remember sixth grade?  When I tried to help you with your math homework?”             “Disaster,” Mia said glumly.  “It could be better now, though.  I wouldn’t get so mad at you.” Jude stroked her daughter’s soft hair.  “You can’t hide out from life, Poppet.”            “I don’t want to hide out from life.  Just from High School.  It’s like swimming with sharks, Mom.  Honest.  I could lose a foot.”            Jude couldn’t help smiling.  “See?  You have a great sense of humor.”            “That’s what they say when they’re trying to set up an ugly girl.  Thanks, Madre.  And who cares, anyway?  It’s not like I have friends.”            “Yes, you do.”             “No.  Zach has friends who try to be nice to his loser sister.  It’s not the same thing.”             For years, Jude had moved Heaven and Earth to make her children happy, but this was one battle she couldn’t fight.  It wasn’t easy to be the shy twin sister of the most popular boy in school. “I have a present for you.”            “Really?”  Mia sat up. “What is it?” “Open it.”  Jude offered the small, wrapped box. Mia ripped open the box.  Inside lay a thin pink leather diary with a gleaming brass lock. “I had one when I was your age, and I wrote down everything that happened to me.  It can help—writing stuff down.  I was shy, too, you know.”            “But you were beautiful.” “You’re beautiful, Mia.  I wish you saw that.” “Yeah, right.  Zits and braces are all the rage.” “Just be open to people, okay Mia?  This is a new school, make it a new opportunity, okay?” “Mom, I’ve been going to school with the same kids since kindergarten.  I don’t think a new address is going to help.  Besides, I tried being open…with Haley, remember?”             “That was more than a year ago, Mia.  It doesn’t do any good to focus on the bad things that happen.  Today is the first day of high school.  A new start.”            “Okay.”  Mia tried gamely to smile.            “Good. Now get out of bed.  I want to get to school early today, so I can help you find your locker and get you settled into first period.  You have Mr. Davies for geometry; I want him to know how well you did on the WASL test.”               Mia groaned.  “You are not walking me into class.  And I can find my locker by myself, too.”               Intellectually, Jude knew that Mia was right, but Jude wasn’t ready to let go.  Not yet.  Too many things could go wrong.  Mia was fragile, too easily flustered.  What if someone made fun of her?                   A mother’s job was to protect her kids—whether they wanted it or not.  She stood up.  “I’ll be practically invisible.  You’ll see.  No one will even know I’m there.”                                                                                                              

Editorial Reviews

"Night Road is one special book that can transform the lives of readers by influencing how they think about certain important life issues. The reader becomes a first-hand witness to the pitfalls of parenthood, mortality, heartbreak, guilt, life choices, grief, forgiveness, and much more. In short, the entire range of human emotions are explored in this...hopeful book about the triumphant power of the human spirit in the process of forgiveness."— New York Journal of Books"…movingly written and plotted with the heartless skill of a Greek tragedy, you’ll keep turning the pages until the last racking sob."— The Daily Mail"A rich, multilayered reading experience, and an easy recommendation for book clubs."— Library Journal (starred review)"Hannah masterfully details the unraveling of a family."— People magazine"Kristin Hannah is back in top form with Night Road…it will hook Hannah fans from start to suspenseful finish"— The Seattle Times"Kristin Hannah lets loose here, daring her readers to keep the tears at bay."— Newark  Star-Ledger"Hannah effectively builds tension as the novel moves towards the pivotal tragedy and maintains suspense afterward not only with several surprising twists but, more subtly, with the way she limns the grief and eventual healing of her appealing characters."— Booklist, Reviewed by Kristine Huntley