Spinning by Lou AronicaSpinning by Lou Aronica


byLou Aronica

Paperback | April 5, 2011

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Dylan Hunter has it made. At 29, he has great friends, a huge job, all the women he can handle, and no commitments. A public relations executive, Dylan has dashed up the ladder of success by mastering the art of the spin - bending the truth to his and his clients' needs. But when a former lover steps back into his life with a three-year-old girl by her side (no, she's not his), Dylan suddenly finds himself in a place he can't spin himself out of. And when Dylan unexpectedly becomes the child's sole guardian, he finds himself to be like a circus performer trying to keep all of his spinning plates from crashing to the ground. In what seems like a blink of the eye, Dylan Hunter's life has changed completely.whether he's ready for it or not.Alternately humorous and poignant, romantic and tragic, playful and dramatic, SPINNING is the kind of wise, touching, emotion-packed novel readers have come to expect from Lou Aronica.PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED AS MICHAEL BARON
Title:SpinningFormat:PaperbackDimensions:304 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 0.68 inPublished:April 5, 2011Publisher:The Story PlantLanguage:English

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ISBN - 13:9781611880052

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from A great feel-good read! 29-year-old Dylan Hunter is at the top of his game. His life is going exactly the way he planned, and he couldn't be happier. He's got a great job, great friends, a great social life and the future looks bright! Until one day when he's woken by a knock on his door in the middle of the night. Standing there is Diane, an old flame from out of town who has decided to give up everything and relocate to New York with her 3-year-old daughter Spring. Despite the fact that a woman and child will seriously cramp his style, Dylan agrees to let Diane and Spring stay with him for a few days until they can find their own place. What he didn't plan on was how Diane (and especially Spring) would change his whole outlook on life. Then when tragedy occurs, Dylan suddenly finds his perfect life is spinning out of control and he's left trying desperately not to drop any of his plates. Spinning is a wonderful, heart-felt story about how life never goes the way we plan. Populated with eccentric but lovable characters that grow and change over the course of the novel, Spinning draws the reader into the lives of Dylan, Spring and Diane. My one complaint was that I often had a hard time believing Spring was only 3 years old - she felt more like a 5 or 6 year old. With her sunny exuberance, Spring is the catalyst for change and growth in the other characters, and no matter what age, she's the heart of the story. While not an action packed tale, Spinning keeps the reader enthralled with its realistic portrayal of everyday people dealing with the unexpected hardships of life and love. Michael Baron has created another heart-warming tale that will resonate with readers of all types. A great feel-good read!
Date published: 2011-04-27

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“I’m not really good at &hellip ” I let my voice fade, hoping that Diane would understand that many men, including myself, don’t get into giving kids baths.“At what? Bathing? Come on. I’ll teach you. But first, why don’t you find me a story or two to read before she goes to sleep? And we’ll need a glass of water.”“A book or two and a glass of water. Are you going to do a magic trick?”Diane disappeared in the back and I went to find the books. Locating a story or two shouldn’t be a problem. I went to the bookcase. I slid my finger along the titles and passed by The Great Gatsby &ndash too complicated. A Farewell to Arms &ndash unlike the movie, she dies in the end. The Art of War &ndash not tonight. It was looking pretty slim until I finally found my number one management-training book, Green Eggs and Ham.I got a cup of water, and set it and the book next to the bed.“Diane?” I called tentatively, as I knocked on the bathroom door. “Is she a prune yet?”“Come on in. We’re almost done.”Come on in? “Are you sure?”“Oh, Dylan &hellip ”Once inside, I discovered a little girl covered in soap and a lovely arrangement of chaotic shampoo horns jutting from her head. Spring looked like a spiny blowfish.Then I realized I was staring at a little naked girl and turned around.“I’m sorry, Diane. I didn’t realize she was uh, not wearing clothes.”“Did you think she’d have a swimsuit on? She’s three-and-a-half. Don’t worry.”I turned back around. “I just don’t want Spring to feel uncomfortable.”Spring turned around with her arms crossed over her chest, which made me feel a little better. If I had to be in the bathroom while she bathed, if she covered her little &hellip self, then I could talk with Diane while they did their bath thing.Then she did something I never imagined she’d do. Spring hopped to her feet, spreading her arms and sending soap bubbles into the ozone. I quickly turned away.The last thing I remember was me slamming face-first into an open cabinet door. When I opened my eyes, I was staring at the ceiling. Wrapped in a white towel and looking like a human marshmallow, Spring waved at me.Diane pressed a compress to my nose and forehead.“Dylan, are you okay?”I grabbed the ice and held it to my nose, which felt like it had taken the majority of the impact. I didn’t need to check the mirror to know that my nose had swollen. It now obstructed vision in both eyes. “I told you I didn’t have any experience with that whole bath thing.”“You didn’t make it to the bath thing. You got as far as the cabinet door thing, which led to the ice thing.” She touched my head. “Better use lots of ice on this tonight.”Feeling a little better, I sat up. “What happens next?”“It’s probably going to swell up a bit more.”“I meant with your evening routine.”“Oh, that. Spring goes to bed and we read to her. Did you find any books?”“Spring, do you like Dr, Seuss?” My face felt heavy.“Yeah!”“Maybe you can read it to her,” Diane said.“Me?”“Every night before bed,” Diane said, “we read two books, and sing a song, and &hellip ”“ &hellip water!”“And we drink a small glass,” Diane eyed the Yankees 32-ounce guzzle cup I’d brought in, “of water and then we do animal impressions. Spring, is it okay if Dylan reads to you instead of Mommy tonight?”She nodded, and Diane handed me the book.In spite of the pain in my nose, I thought it would be fun to read the book to Spring. I’d always had a thing for Dr. Seuss. I pulled the chair close to the bed and began Green Eggs and Ham.By the time we reached, “I do so like green eggs and ham,” her eyes had started closing &ndash even though I could see she was trying to keep them open. She hadn’t had much sleep since flying in from Chicago two nights before, and I assumed Spring was history for the night. Then I learned something important about children: having a routine can mean a lot more to them than their need for sleep.“Song &hellip ?” Diane looked at me.“What?” I asked.“Mom, you do it,” Spring said.I gestured toward Diane. “She wants you to sing.”Still looking at me, Diane said, “Spring, wouldn’t you love for Dylan to sing to you tonight?” She was delighting in making me feel uncomfortable. The interesting thing was that I was enjoying her doing it.Spring shook her head. “He doesn’t know how.”I mustered up as much of an indignant expression as I could pull off with the ice still pressed to my nose. “Don’t know how? Clearly, you missed the New York Times review of my last shower.” I removed the compress, stretched my neck, then belted out:New York.Concrete jungle where dreams are made of &hellipSpring buried her face in her pillow and I stopped.Diane laughed. “How about something a little less edgy. Maybe John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt?”Spring turned back toward us. “Yeah!”“I don’t really remember the words.”“Just follow along.”Diane began to sing. Spring giggled through every refrain, then called for another song, as her routine required two. Diane looked at me and I raised my eyebrows to suggest that I wasn’t about to venture forth on my own here.“How about The Itsy-Bitsy Spider?” Diane said.“The Band of Horses version or &hellip ”She chuckled. “Just sing along.”As Diane began to sing, the song came back like I was in preschool again. When I remembered some of the hand motions, I abandoned my compress. Spring delighted in the songs. At first, I thought it was because we were entertaining her and keeping her up late. But with each verse of the song and every spider dance move, I could tell that she was pleased with my participation.“Water, please,” she said, sticking her hand out.After drinking a few sips &ndash there was probably enough water in there to last until her fourth birthday &ndash she adjusted her pillow for the next part of the show.“There’s more?” I asked, looking at Diane. It seemed to me that this routine was designed to last until the morning.“This is the really fun part,” Diane said, winking. “We do animal impressions. I’m guessing you’ll be really good at this.”“Is there a video camera somewhere? Did my friend Hank put you up to this?”“Oh, come on, Dylan. You were made for his role.”I shook my head to deny the fact that I was actually enjoying this. You don’t get too many inner child opportunities when you’re out conquering the world.

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"An incredible tale."