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Salem Falls

byJodi Picoult

Paperback | August 1, 2002

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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Jodi Picoult comes a compelling and disturbing novel about a prep school teacher accused of rape by a group of young girls, the woman who stands by him, and the repercussions of the case in a small, New England town where the past is only a heartbeat away.

Love can redeem a man...but secrets and lies can condemn him.

A handsome stranger comes to the sleepy New England town of Salem Falls in hopes of burying his past: Once a teacher at a girls' prep school, Jack St. Bride was destroyed when a student's crush sparked a powder keg of accusation. Now, washing dishes for Addie Peabody at the Do-Or-Diner, he slips quietly into his new routine, and Addie finds this unassuming man fitting easily inside her heart. But amid the rustic calm of Salem Falls, a quartet of teenage girls harbor dark secrets -- and they maliciously target Jack with a shattering allegation. Now, at the center of a modern-day witch hunt, Jack is forced once again to proclaim his innocence: to a town searching for answers, to a justice system where truth becomes a slippery concept written in shades of gray, and to the woman who has come to love him.
Jodi Picoult's previous novels include Perfect Match, Plain Truth, and Mercy. Her next novel, Second Glance, is forthcoming in hardcover from Atria Books. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband and children. Her Web site can be found at www.jodipicoult.com.
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Title:Salem FallsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:464 pages, 8.25 × 5.31 × 1.3 inPublished:August 1, 2002Publisher:Washington Square PressLanguage:English

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from A bit of a disappointment Certain points are challenged in this novel especially when it comes to convictions. for example, it doesn't always seem to be a question of innocence and/or guilt; rather, how to play the legal game regardless. The ending, as in all of her novels, either takes an unexpected turn or verifies what you hoped wasn't true. While you were happy for Jack you weren't so happy for that one girl, especially when you dreaded instinctively turned out to be true.
Date published: 2018-05-25
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Fell flat This was my first Jodi Picoult book, and I have to admit I was disappointed. Based on everything I have heard, I expected this book to have more of a moral dilemma than it did. A large portion of this book is courtroom proceedings, literally taking you through each individual testimony. It was a slow read. That being said, characters were well written and I still plan to read something else by Jodi Picoult to experience what everyone else speaks so highly of!
Date published: 2018-02-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Twisted Tale An unknown man, Jack St. Bride, enters the little town of Salem Falls. The first thing he does is register himself as a public sex offender. He is escaping into Salem Falls because he was recently released from a sentence of raping a minor at his previous workplace. He has a PhD in history and taught at a female preparatory school. No doubt, the victim he raped, was one of his students. However, given his background, I was not entirely convinced. Though he consistently argued he didn’t do it, and like many may say they did not, it is hard to believe. When I hear of this on the news, I would immediately dismiss the suspect and jump to conclusions to say they did act on that crime. However, in the case of Jack St. Bride, through his past and background, I for one found it hard to believe. As one may keep guessing throughout the book, or straight out consider their own opinion and just silently accuse one or the other, a Wiccan mystery gets evolved and bubbles this story into the oddest defying conclusions. Though everyone has their own opinions, this is precisely what Jodi Picoult sets up in all her books and never disappoints to have me thinking out of the context that is written on the page. The most important for Salem Falls, everyone is not who you think they may be, whether they are a convicted criminal or not. And that undoubtedly is a huge factor in this wicked tale. Another favourite book from one of my absolute favourite authors!
Date published: 2017-11-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from My Second Book of Hers My very first book I read by Jodi Picoult was My Sister's Keeper (pre-movie), and I absolutely love it. I cried like a baby, and I shoved that novel to everyone demanding they read that story. I didn't touch a Jodi Picoult novel since then. Why? I'm not sure. Salem Falls is the second book I read by Picoult, and overall it was a great book. I did feel a little disappointed at times, maybe because I was hoping to have the same out pour of emotions like I did with the other book.
Date published: 2017-10-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from My first book of hers This was the first Jodi Picoult novel i read and it didnt disappoint. trust vs proof. Lies vs the truth, and amazing characters. Salem falls is probably my fav jodi novel
Date published: 2017-07-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from good book enjoyed the read - couldn't put it down! ending bothered me which often happens with the author
Date published: 2017-02-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! Such a great book! So many twists!
Date published: 2017-01-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from :) Favourite book from this author ❤️
Date published: 2016-12-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Feels. I want so badly for one character in any of Picoult's books to have a happy life. I want that so badly with every fiber of my body, it actually hurts. That being said, I think this book is well written (though a little slow to start) and highlights a very important reality: it is naive to expect happy endings. Sometimes people just keep existing, and that's what is important.
Date published: 2016-11-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Read This was the first book I read by this author, and it's AMAZING. It is a slow start, but once you get into the book, it's very hard to put down.
Date published: 2016-11-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from This was the first book by Jodi Picoult that I read. I was instantly hooked. This book had great twists, character interaction and provided good character background. It had you seeing how both sides of a conflict saw things. I also love the setting for the books that she writes as I am familiar with the places she talks about.
Date published: 2013-09-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Never disappoints! As always, I'm tearing through the book desperate to get to the next part while my stomach is in knots hoping the truth comes out. Which it did, the very last line of the book. Even had me second guessing the truth about Jack at some points!! Another Jodi Picoult book to add to my favourites!
Date published: 2012-08-15
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Disappointed am one of Jodi's greatest fan but I was really disappointed with the courtroom scenes. A murder case on trial with judge and jury and the elderly man comes waltzing in with muffins for everyone. The Judge stops this serious trial ,to eat and praise the muffins along with his court!!! Yikes.....ruined the book for me right then and there. Judge Judy should in heck wouldn't approved!
Date published: 2011-04-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Book This is my second book by Jodi Picoult and I felt that it was a very enjoyable read. I loved how the court scene had me on the edge of my seat wanting to know how the lawyers would plead the innocence of thier clients. The ending was very shocking I kind of knew it was going on but to actually read it happen wow.
Date published: 2011-03-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Favorite Jodi Picoult book! My favorite Jodi Picoult book. It was such an interesting read. I loved it. All the twists and turns, it was great. A must read!
Date published: 2010-03-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from COULDN'T PUT IT DOWN! I was a little apprehensive with reading this book, because I thought it would not live up to Sisters keeper. I loved it, the story was intriguing and the characters were very interesting, the plot was well thought out. Two thumbs up:)
Date published: 2009-07-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A new favourite Salem Falls stars Jack, a teacher that has just gotten out of jail for sexual assault on a student. The only thing is, he didn't do it. Yes, all cons say that. but he actually didn't! He was the victim of a school girl crush gone wrong. Now, he's out and has nothing but the clothes he went into jail wearing. He goes to Salem Falls and starts working as a dishwasher for Addie. Against all odds, they fall in love, only she knows nothing of his past. Enter Gillian, a bored, overly spoiled teen. She has a crush on jack, and after he doesn't respond to her advances, she decides to get him back. At a wiccan celebration, yes she's a witch, Jack stumbles across her and her friends. He's drunk and they have been drinking iced tea laced with belladonna. Next thing he knows, he's getting charged with sexual assault...again. And this time, the evidence is definitely against him. Jodi's novel is a modern day witch hunt. This book is just amazing, you will not want to put it down! It captures your attention right from the start and doesn't let it go.
Date published: 2009-05-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Almost Loved It I'm not a likely candidate to read a Jodi Picoult book. I have to admit that I've always been a bit of a snob when it comes to the books that my Mom read. She was a big fan of mysteries, but nothing classic (no Christie or Doyle), very little new or challenging (no Steinhauer or Rankin), and practically nothing genuinely pulpy (no Leonard or Chandler). She always preferred the uber-popular stuff and was a massive fan of James Patterson (and his peers), having to go out and buy the books from his mystery-mill in hardcover they day they were released. And that's where the snobbery comes in. I tried a couple Patterson books early on, but his work is basically crap, so when my Mom discovered Jodi Picoult, adding Picoult to her list of favourite authors and telling me I should read her, I mocked my Mom's taste and avoided Picoult with an internal snicker. But then my Mom died last month and my Dad asked me to go through her bookshelves and take anything I wanted. And there was Jodi Picoult. Now this probably wouldn't have been enough to make me grab a stack of my Mom's Jodi Picoult books, but two other moments pushed me over the edge. First, I bought my Mom Jodi Picoult's Wonder Woman: Love & Murder for Christmas. I found it during a random book store browse and thought it would be a good way to introduce my Mom to graphic novels; second, I read a recent article by Stephen King that was talking about the merits of some of our most popular novelists, praising both Rowling] and Picoult while damning Stephanie Meyer (raise a cheer!) and Patterson. I am not a big fan of King's fiction, but I do enjoy his essays on popular culture and literature, so his opinions are close enough to mine to take as advice. So I added the Jodi Picoult books grudgingly to my haul and put [book:Salem Falls] -- a random selection -- straight onto my to-read soon stack. I finished [book:Salem Falls] last night and I can say that I was completely surprised by how good it was and disappointed by how good it wasn't. Picoult is a good writer. She has serious chops. She balances multiple characters with the speed and grace of an excellent screen writer (I'm not talking about screen hacks here), giving us vivid scenes that tell the tale quickly and move on to the next important scene with no meaningless lingering. Her dialogue, though occasionally cliche, is believable and serves to make every character an individual. And her use of flashback to tell us bits and pieces about her people is superb. I was sold on Salem Falls by page ten, and she held my attention right to the end. I didn't expect that. Even with Stephen King's praise, I was ready to scoff at Picoult's work, but she really impressed me. Until Salem Falls shifted from an interesting story about interesting people to a boring Law and Order style courtroom drama. And it didn't have to do that. By the third act, Picoult gave up the creativity that was making Salem Falls a compelling read and took the conventional way out, which is a shame because the unconventional would have been so much better and realistic. You see, Picoult gave us all the information we needed to know the ending (which was a good one) early in her novel. A good reader, paying close attention, knows exactly what's going on. The problem is that her characters, smart people all (and brilliant in some cases), have the same information and never see what's happening. So we find ourselves waiting to see how the "truth" is going to come out and save Jack St. Bride, how it's going to make the trial meaningless, how it's going to save people's spirits and the bodies of some young women, but we are let down because, apparently, the smart folks in [book:Salem Falls] aren't as smart as the folks reading about them. Usually I would be a fan of people not being saved because in real life, more often than not, that is the case. People aren't saved. People go on in pain. People live with abuse that doesn't end. People hurt. And when authors are brave enough to let that happen I am generally full of praise. I would have been in this case too, had Picoult employed dramatic irony. But she didn't. There was no pertinent information we had that was withheld from the characters. They had the same access to information that we did, and they were oblivious. And I was left disappointed. I wanted more from Picoult, and she promised more in the first two acts only to fail us in the third; still, she did enough to win me as a fan (albeit it a mildly skeptical one). I will definitely read her again. I just hope she doesn't continue to exceed my expectations only to dash my hopes. There is only so much of that I can take.
Date published: 2009-03-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Stunning Novel! I love the way Jodi Picoult writes, she tells stories about human emotions and recoveries that most of us only dream, or have nightmares about. In this amazingly tragic novel, she takes us through a heroic struggle between a condemned man and his life as he tries to pick up and start anew. I was absolutely gripped by the story, and when I was finished, I only wanted to read more. With absolutely shocking outcomes, and interesting situations, I think this is one of Jodi Picoult's best novels yet, by far !
Date published: 2008-10-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great but slightly predictable This is another great book by Picoult, but I could see what was coming in this one. I have constanly been stunned by the endings (always great twists) of her books, but this one did not surprise me as much. However, I still LOVED this book. Ever read the Crucible? I read it in highschool, and found it to be very similar...the witch part of it at least. Pretty much teenage girls get into some "magic", and point the finger at an innocent man. If you enjoyed the Crucible, you'll love this novel. Highly recommend to Picoults fans. It can't compare to her book My Sister's Keeper, but this is still a wonderful story that kept me hooked.
Date published: 2008-06-14
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Typical Picoult I've read a few Picoult novels and am beginning to see a very clear writing style. The description of people's feelings is often over the top and is frequently unrealistic. I did not really get the ending, very weird. The book was overall interesting and enjoyable, although I think I may be done with this author.
Date published: 2008-04-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing Read! I absolutely LOVED this book by Jodi Picoult. It was captivating and kept me going from cover to cover. She grabs your attention right away and then builds the characters and story. It was so realistic and moving. You could feel what the characters were going through. This is one of her best books.
Date published: 2008-04-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Absolutely Terrific! This was an absolutely thrilling book. There was so much happening at once it never got boring. There seemed to be so much interest towards teenager’s such as my self. They had rape, incest, Satanism, and mystery. It also had a lot of psychology on teenager’s and there minds. It shows how something as small as somebody’s mind can completely ruin a person’s life. Secrets are being slowly revealed as the story unwinds. They also show lots of suspicion. You learn secrets of every person in the town of Salem falls’. This book always leaves little surprises around and has so much mystery and secrets that are being introduced to us. I would definitely recommend this book to many people of all ages. It never lost my interest and was definitely one of the favourite books I’ve ever read.
Date published: 2006-06-05

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Chapter OneMarch 2000Salem Falls, New HampshireOn the second worst day of Addie Peabody's life, her refrigerator and dishwasher both died, like long-term lovers who could not conceive of existing without each other. This would have been a trial for anyone, but as she was the owner of the Do-Or-Diner, it blossomed into a catas-trophe of enormous proportions. Addie stood with her hands pressed to the stainless steel door of the Sub-Zero walk-in, as if she might jump-start its heart by faith healing. It was hard to decide what was more devastating: the health violations or the loss of potential income. Twenty pounds of dry ice, the most the medical supply store had to offer, wasn't doing the job. Within hours, Addie would have to throw away the gallon buckets of gravy, stew, and chicken soup made that morning. "I think," she said after a moment, "I'm going to build a snowman.""Now?" asked Delilah, the cook, her crossed arms as thick as a blacksmith's. She frowned. "You know, Addie, I never believed it when folks around here called you crazy, but -- ""I'll stick it in the fridge. Maybe it'll save the food until the repairman gets here." "Snowmen melt," Delilah said, but Addie could tell that she was turning the idea over in her mind."Then we'll mop up and make more.""And I suppose you're just gonna let the customers fend for themselves?""No," Addie said. "I'm going to get them to help. Will you get Chloe's boots?" The diner was not crowded for 10 A.M. Of the six booths, two were occupied: one by a mother and her toddler, the other by a businessman brushing muffin crumbs off his laptop. A couple of elderly regulars, Stuart and Wallace, slouched at the counter drinking coffee while they argued over the local paper's headlines. "Ladies and gentlemen," Addie proclaimed. "I'm pleased to announce the start of the Do-or-Diner's winter carnival. The first event is going to be a snow-sculpture contest, and if you'd all just come out back for a moment, we can get started -- ""It's freezing out there!" cried Wallace."Well, of course it is. Otherwise we'd be having a summer carnival. Winner of the contest gets...a month of breakfast on the house."Stuart and Wallace shrugged, a good sign. The toddler bounced on the banquette like popcorn in a skillet. Only the businessman seemed unconvinced. As the others shuffled through the door, Addie approached his table. "Look," the businessman said. "I don't want to build a snowman, all right? All I came here for was some breakfast.""Well, we're not serving now. We're sculpting." She gave him her brightest smile. The man seemed nonplussed. He tossed a handful of change on the table, gathered his coat and computer, and stood up to leave. "You're nuts." Addie watched him leave. "Yes," she murmured. "That's what they say." Outside, Stuart and Wallace were huffing through their scarves, crafting a respectable armadillo. Delilah had fashioned a snow chicken, a leg of lamb, pole beans. The toddler, stuffed into a snowsuit the color of a storm, lay on her back making angels.Once Chloe had asked: Is Heaven above or below the place where snow comes from?"You got the Devil's own luck," Delilah told Addie. "What if there was no snow?""Since when has there been no snow here in March? And besides, this isn't luck. Luck is finding out the repairman could come a day early."As if Addie had conjured it, a man's voice called out. "Anybody home?""We're back here." Addie was faintly disappointed to see a young cop, instead of an appliance repairman, rounding the corner. "Hi, Orren. You here for a cup of coffee?""Uh, no, Addie. I'm here on official business."Her head swam. Could the accountant have reported them to the board of health so quickly? Did a law enforcement officer have the power to make her close her doors? But before she could voice her doubts, the policeman spoke again. "It's your father," Orren explained, blushing. "He's been arrested."Addie stormed into the police department with such force that the double doors slammed back on their hinges, letting in a gust of cold wind. "Jeez Louise," said the dispatch sergeant. "Hope Courtemanche found himself a good hiding place." "Where is he?" Addie demanded. "My best guess? Maybe in the men's room, in a stall. Or squeezed into one of the empty lockers in the squad room." The officer scratched his jaw. "Come to think of it, I once hid in the trunk of a cruiser when my wife was on the warpath.""I'm not talking about Officer Courtemanche," Addie said through clenched teeth. "I meant my father.""Oh, Roy's in the lockup." He winced, remembering something. "But if you're here to spring him, you're gonna have to talk to Wes anyway, since it was his arrest." He picked up the phone. "You can take a seat, Addie. I'll let you know when Wes is free."Addie scowled. "I'm sure I'll know. You always smell a skunk before you see it.""Why, Addie, is that any way to speak to the man who saved your father's life?"In his blue uniform, his badge glinting like a third eye, Wes Courtemanche was handsome enough to make women in Salem Falls dream about committing crimes. Addie, however, took one look at him and thought -- not for the first time -- that some men ought to come with an expiration date. "Arresting a sixty-five-year-old man isn't my idea of saving his life," she huffed.Wes took her elbow and led her gently down the hall, away from the dispatch sergeant's eyes and ears. "Your father was driving under the influence again, Addie."Heat rose to her cheeks. Roy Peabody's drinking wasn't any secret in Salem Falls, but he'd gone one step too far last month, wrapping his car around the town's statue of Giles Corey, the only man who'd been a casualty of the Puritan witch hunts. Roy's license had been revoked. For his own safety, Addie had junked the car. And her own Mazda was safely parked at the diner. What vehicle could he have used?As if he could read her mind, Wes said, "He was in the breakdown lane of Route 10, on his ride-on mower.""His ride-on mower," Addie repeated. "Wes, that thing can't go more than five miles an hour.""Fifteen, but that's neither here nor there. The point is, he doesn't have a license. And you need one if you're gonna operate any self-propelled vehicle on the street.""Maybe it was an emergency...""Guess it was, Addie. We confiscated a brand-new fifth of vodka from him, too." Wes paused. "He was on his way home from the liquor store in North Haverhill." He watched Addie knead her temples. "Is there anything I can do for you?""I think you've done enough, Wes. I mean, gosh, you arrested a man joyriding on a lawn mower. Surely they'll give you a Purple Heart or something for going to such extremes to ensure public safety.""Now, just a second. I was ensuring safety...Roy's. What if a truck cut the curve too tight and ran him down? What if he fell asleep at the wheel?""Can I just take him home now?"Wes regarded her thoughtfully. It made Addie feel like he was sorting through her mind, opening up certain ideas and shuffling aside others. She closed her eyes."Sure," Wes said. "Follow me."He led her down a hallway to a room at the back of the police department. There was a wide desk manned by another officer, a high counter with ink pads for fingerprinting, and in the shadowy distance, a trio of tiny cells. Wes touched her forearm. "I'm not going to write him up, Addie.""You're a real prince."He laughed and walked off. She heard the barred door slide open like a sword being pulled from its scabbard. "Guess who's waiting for you out there, Roy?"Her father's voice now, pouring slow as honey: "My Margaret?"" 'Fraid not. Margaret's been gone about five years now."They turned the corner, Wes bearing the brunt of her father's weight. Roy Peabody was a charmer of a man, with hair as white and thick as the inner wing of a dove and blue eyes that always swam with a secret. "Addie!" he crowed, seeing her. "Happy birthday!"He lunged for her, and Addie staggered. "Come on, Dad. We'll get you home."Wes hooked his thumb on his belt. "You want a hand getting him out to your car?""No, thanks. We can manage." At that moment, her father felt slighter and more insubstantial than Chloe. They walked awkwardly, like contestants in a three-legged race. Wes held open the door. "Well, shoot, Addie. I'm sorry I had to call you down for this on your birthday."She did not break stride. "It's not my birthday," she said, and guided her father out. At 6:30 that morning, Gillian Duncan had lit a match and waved a thermometer through it, spiking a temperature that made her father believe she truly was too sick to go to school. She spent the morning in her bedroom instead, listening to Alanis Morissette, braiding her long red hair, and painting her fingernails and toenails electric blue. In spite of the fact that she was seventeen years old and could fend for herself, her father had taken the day off from work to be with her. It raised her hackles and secretly pleased her all at once. As the owner of Duncan Pharmaceuticals, the biggest employer in Salem Falls, Amos Duncan was generally re-garded as one of its richest and busiest citizens. But then, he had always had time to take care of her; he'd been doing it since Gilly was eight and her mother had died.She was going crazy in her room and was about to do something really drastic, like pick up a textbook, when the doorbell rang. Listening closely, Gilly heard the voices of her friends downstairs. "Hi, Mr. D," said Meg. "How's Gillian?"f0 Before he could respond, Whitney interrupted. "We brought her jellybeans. My mom says they soak up a fever, and if they don't, they taste so good you don't care.""We brought her homework, too," Chelsea added. Painfully tall, self-conscious, and shy, she was one of Gilly's newest friends."Well, thank God you're all here," her father said. "I have a hard time recognizing Gilly unless she's glued to the three of you. Just let me see if she's awake." Gilly dove beneath the covers, trying desperately to look sick. Her father cracked open the door and peered inside. "You up for company, Gilly?"Rubbing her eyes, Gillian sat up. "Maybe for a little while."He nodded, then called out to the girls. Meg led the charge up to Gillian's room, a hail of Skechers pounding up the stairs. "I think my whole home could fit in this room," Chelsea breathed, stepping inside."Oh, that's right..." Whitney said. "This is the first time you've been to the manor."Gillian slanted a look at her father. It was a common joke in town that the reason the Duncan home sat to the east whereas all the other roads and developments sat to the west was because Amos had wanted a palace separate and apart for his kingdom. "Yes," Amos said, with a straight face. "We're putting in a drawbridge this spring."Chelsea's eyes widened. "For real?"Whitney laughed. She liked Gillian's dad; they all did. He knew how to make a teenager feel perfectly welcome."If you guys tire her out," Amos said, "I'll make you dig the moat." He winked at Chelsea, then pulled the door closed behind him.The girls wilted onto the carpet, lilies floating on a pond. "So?" Meg asked. "Did you watch Passions?"Meg Saxton had been Gilly's first best friend. Even as she'd grown up, she hadn't lost her baby fat, and her brown hair flew away from her face in a riot of curls. "I didn't watch any soaps. I took a nap.""A nap? I thought you were faking."Gillian shrugged. "I'm not faking; I'm method-acting.""Well, FYI, the trig test sucked," Whitney said. The only child of one of the town selectmen, Whitney O'Neill was nothing short of a knockout. She'd opened the bag of jellybeans to help herself. "Why can't we write a spell to get A's?"Chelsea looked nervously at the large, lovely bedroom, then at Gillian. "Are you sure we can do magick here, with your father right downstairs?"Of course they could -- and would -- do magick. They had been students of the Craft for nearly a year now; it was why they had gathered this afternoon. "I wouldn't have invited you if I didn't think it was okay," Gillian said, withdrawing a black-and-white composition notebook from between the mattress and box spring. Written in bubble letters, with smiley-face O's, was its title: Book of Shadows. She got out of bed and padded into the large adjoining bathroom. The others could hear her turning on the faucet, and then she returned with an eight-ounce glass of water. "Here," she said, handing it to Whitney. "Drink."Whitney took a sip, then spat on the floor. "This is disgusting! It's salt water!""So?" Gillian said. As she spoke, she walked around her friends, sprinkling more salt onto the carpet. "Would you rather waste time taking a bath? Or maybe you've got a better way to purify yourself?" Grimacing, Whitney drank again, and then passed it to the others. "Let's do something quick today," Meg suggested. "My mom will kill me if I'm not home by four-thirty." She scooted into position, across from Gillian on the floor, as Whitney and Chelsea made up the other corners of their square. Gillian reached for Whitney's hand, and a cold draft snaked in through a crack in the window. As Whitney's palm skimmed over Meg's, the lamp on the nightstand dimmed. The pages of the notebook fluttered as Meg reached for Chelsea. And when Chelsea clasped Gillian's hand, the air grew too thick to breathe. "What color is your circle?" Gillian asked Chelsea."It's blue.""And yours?"Meg's eyes drifted shut. "Pink.""Mine's silver," Whitney murmured."Pure gold," Gillian said. All of their eyes were closed now, but they had learned over the course of the past year that you did not need them open to see. The girls sat, their minds winnowed to this point of power; as one snake of color after another surrounded them, plaited into a thick ring, and sealed them inside."Not again," Delilah said with a sigh, as Addie hauled Roy Peabody into the kitchen. "I don't need this from you now." Addie gritted her teeth as her father stumbled heavily on the arch of her foot. "Is that Delilah?" Roy crowed, craning his neck. "Prettiest cook in New Hampshire." Addie managed to push her father into a narrow stairwell that led upstairs to his apartment. "Did Chloe give you any trouble?" she called back over her shoulder."No, honey," Delilah sighed. "No trouble whatsoever."Through sheer will, Addie and Roy made it upstairs. "Why don't you sit down, Daddy?" she said softly, guiding him to the frayed armchair that had stood in that spot all of Addie's life.She could smell the stew that Delilah had prepared for the lunch rush rising through the floor and the weave of the carpet -- carrots, beef base, thyme. As a child, she had believed that breathing in the diner had rooted it in her system, making it as much as part of her as her blood or her bones. Her father had been like that, too, once. But it had been seven years since he'd voluntarily set foot behind the stove. She wondered if it caused him the same phantom pain that came from losing a vital limb -- if he drank to dull the ache of it.Addie crouched down beside his chair. "Daddy," she whispered.Roy blinked. "My girl."Tears sprang to her eyes. "I need you to do me a favor. The diner, it's too busy for me to take care of. I need you -- ""Oh, Addie. Don't.""Just the register. You won't ever have to go into the kitchen.""You don't need me to work the register. You just want to keep tabs on me."Addie flushed. "That's not true.""It's all right." He covered her hand with his own and squeezed. "Every now and then it's nice to know that someone cares where I am." Addie opened her mouth to say the things she should have said years ago to her father, all those months after her mother's death when she was too busy keeping the diner afloat to notice that Roy was drowning, but the telephone interrupted her. Delilah was on the other end. "Get down here," the cook said. "Your bad day? It just got worse.""Did you say something?" The cab driver's eyes met Jack's in the rearview mirror."No.""This look familiar yet?"Jack had lied to the driver -- what was one more lie in a long string of others? -- confessing that he couldn't remember the name of the town he was headed toward but that Route 10 ran right through its middle. He would recognize it, he said, as soon as Main Street came into view.Now, forty minutes later, he glanced out the window. They were driving through a village, small but well-heeled, with a New England steepled white church and women in riding boots darting into stores to run their errands. It reminded him too much of the prep-school town of Loyal, and he shook his head. "Not this one," he said.What he needed was a place where he could disappear for a while -- a place where he could figure out how to start all over again. Teaching -- well, that was out of the question now. But it was also all he'd ever done. He'd worked at Westonbrook for four years...an awfully big hole to omit in a job interview for any related field. And even a McDonald's manager could ask him if he'd ever been convicted of a crime. Lulled by the motion of the taxi, he dozed off. He dreamed of an inmate he'd worked with on farm duty. Aldo's girlfriend would commute to Haverhill and leave treasures in the cornfield for him: whiskey, pot, instant coffee. Once, she set herself up naked on a blanket, waiting for Aldo to come over on the tractor. "Drive slow," Aldo would say, when they went out to harvest. "You never know what you're going to find.""Salem Falls coming up," the cab driver announced, waking him.A hand-lettered blue placard announced the name of the town and proclaimed it home of Duncan Pharmaceuticals. The town was built outward from a central green, crowned by a memorial statue that listed badly to the left, as if it had been rammed from the side. A bank, a general store, and a town office building were dotted along the green -- all neatly painted, walks shoveled clear of snow. Standing incongruously at the corner was a junked railroad car. Jack did a double take, and as the cab turned to follow the one-way road around the green, he realized it was a diner.In the window was a small sign."Stop," Jack said. "This is the place."Harlan Pettigrew sat at the counter, nursing a bowl of stew. A napkin was tucked over his bow tie, to prevent staining. His eyes darted around the diner, lighting on the clock.Addie pushed through the swinging doors. "Mr. Pettigrew," she began.The man blotted his mouth with his napkin and got to his feet. "It's about time.""There's something I need to tell you first. You see, we've been having a little trouble with some of our appliances."Pettigrew's brows drew together. "I see." Suddenly the door opened. A man in a rumpled sports jacket walked in, looking cold and lost. His shoes were completely inappropriate for the season and left small puddles of melting snow on the linoleum floor. When he spotted her pink apron, he started toward her. "Excuse me -- is the owner in?"His voice made Addie think of coffee, deep and dark and rich, with a texture that slid between her senses. "That would be me.""Oh." He seemed surprised by this. "Okay. Well. I, um, I'm here because -- "A wide smile spread over Addie's face. "Because I called you!" She shook his hand, trying not to notice how the man froze in shock. "I was just telling Mr. Pettigrew, here, from the board of health, that the repairman was on his way to fix our refrigerator and dishwasher. They're right through here."She began to tug the stranger into the kitchen, with Pettigrew in their wake. "Just a moment," the inspector said, frowning. "You don't look like an appliance repairman."Addie tensed. The man probably thought she was insane. Well, hell. So did the rest of Salem Falls. The woman was insane. And God, she'd touched him. She'd reached right out and grabbed his hand, as if that were normal for him, as if it had been eight minutes rather than eight months since a woman's skin had come in contact with his own. If she was covering something up from the board of health, then the diner was probably violating a code. He started to back away, but then the woman bowed her head.It was that, the giving in, that ruined him.The part in her dark hair was crooked and pink as a newborn's skin. Jack almost reached out one finger and touched it but stuffed his hands in his pockets instead. He knew better than anyone that you could not trust a woman who said she was telling the truth.But what if you knew, from the start, that she was lying?Jack cleared his throat. "I came as quickly as I could, ma'am," he said, then glanced at Pettigrew. "I was paged from my aunt's birthday party and didn't stop home to get my uniform. Where are the broken appliances?"The kitchen looked remarkably similar to the one at the jail. Jack nodded to a sequoia of a woman standing behind the grill and tried desperately to remember any technical trivia he could about dishwashers. He opened the two rolled doors, slid out the tray, and peered inside. "Could be the pump...or the water inlet valve."For the first time, he looked directly at the owner of the diner. She was small and delicate in build, no taller than his collarbone, but had muscles in her arms built, he imagined, by many a hard day's labor. Her brown hair was yanked into a knot at the back of her head and held in place by a pencil, and her eyes were the unlikely color of peridot -- a stone, Jack recalled, the ancient Hawaiians believed to be the tears shed by the volcano goddess. Those eyes, now, seemed absolutely stunned. "I didn't bring my toolbox, but I can have this fixed by..." He pretended to do the math, trying to catch the woman's eye. Tomorrow, she mouthed. "Tomorrow," Jack announced. "Now what's the problem with the fridge?"Pettigrew looked from the owner of the diner to Jack, and then back again. "There's no point in checking out the rest of the kitchen when I have to return anyway," he said. "I'll come by next week to do my inspection." With a curt nod, he let himself out.The owner of the diner launched herself across the line, embracing the cook and whooping with delight. Radiant, she turned to Jack and extended her hand...but this time, he moved out of the way before she could touch him. "I'm Addie Peabody, and this is Delilah Piggett. We're so grateful to you. You certainly sounded authentic." Suddenly, she paused, an idea dawning. "You don't actually know how to fix appliances, do you?""No. That was just some stuff I heard in the last place I worked." He saw his opening and leaped. "I was on my way in to ask about the HELP WANTED sign."The cook beamed. "You're hired.""Delilah, who died and left you king?" She smiled at Jack. "You're hired.""Do you mind if I ask what the job is?""Yes. I mean, no, I don't mind. We're in the market for a dishwasher."A reluctant grin tugged at Jack's mouth. "I heard.""Well, even if we fix the machine, we'll still need someone to run it.""Is it full time?""Part time...afternoons. Minimum wage."Jack's face fell. He had a Ph.D. in history, and was applying for a job that paid $5.15 per hour. Misinterpreting his reaction, Delilah said, "I've been asking Addie to hire a prep cook a while now. That would be a part-time morning job, wouldn't it?"Addie hesitated. "Have you ever worked in a kitchen before, Mr....""St. Bride. Jack. And yeah, I have." He didn't say where the kitchen was, or that he'd been a guest of the state at the time. "That beats the last guy you hired," Delilah said. "Remember when we found him shooting up over the scrambled eggs?""It's not like he mentioned his habit at the interview." Addie turned to Jack. "How old are you?"Ah, this was the moment -- the one where she'd ask him why a man his age would settle for menial work like this. "Thirty-one."She nodded. "If you want the job, it's yours."No application, no references, no questions about his past employment. And anonymity -- no one would ever expect to find him washing dishes in a diner. For a man who had determined to put his past firmly behind him, this situation seemed too good to be true. "I'd like it very much," Jack managed."Then grab an apron," said his new boss. Suddenly, he remembered that there was something he needed to do, if Salem Falls was going to become his new residence. "I need about an hour to run an errand," he said."No problem. It's the least I can do for the person who saved me."Funny, Jack thought. I was thinking the same thing.Detective-Lieutenant Charlie Saxton fiddled with the radio in his squad car for a few moments, then switched it off. He listened to the squelch of slush under the Bronco's tires and wondered, again, if he should have stayed with the Miami Police Department.It was a hard thing to be a law enforcement officer in the town where you'd once grown up. You'd walk down the street, and instead of noticing the IGA, you'd remember the storeroom where a local teen had knifed his girlfriend. You'd pass the school playground and think of the drugs confiscated from the children of the town selectmen. Where everyone else saw the picture-perfect New England town of their youth, you saw the underbelly of its existence. His radio crackled as he turned onto Main Street. "Saxton.""Lieutenant, there's some guy here insisting he'll talk only to you." Even with the bad reception, Wes sounded pissed. "He got a name?""If he does, he isn't giving it up."Charlie sighed. For all he knew, this man had committed murder within town lines and wanted to confess. "Well, I'm driving into the parking lot. Have him take a seat." He swung the Bronco into a spot, then walked in to find his guest cooling his heels.Literally. Charlie's first thought, pure detective, was that the guy couldn't be from around here -- no one who lived in New Hampshire was stupid enough to wear a sports jacket and dress shoes in the freezing slush of early March. Still, he didn't seem particularly distraught, like the recent victim of a crime, or nervous, like a perp. No, he just looked like a guy who'd had a lousy day. Charlie extended his hand. "Hi there. Detective-Lieutenant Saxton."The man didn't identify himself. "Could I have a few minutes of your time?"Charlie nodded, his curiosity piqued. He led the way to his office, and gestured to a chair. "What can I do for you, Mr....""Jack St. Bride. I'm moving to Salem Falls.""Welcome." Ah, it all was falling into place. This was probably some family man who wanted to make sure the locale was safe enough for his wife and kids and puppy. "Great place, great town. Is there something in particular I can help you with?"For a long moment, St. Bride was silent. His hands flexed on his knees. "I'm here because of 651-B," he said finally. It took Charlie a moment to realize this well-dressed, soft-spoken man was talking about a legal statute that required certain criminals to report in to a local law enforcement agency for ten years or for life, depending on the charge for which they had been convicted. Charlie schooled his features until they were as blank as St. Bride's, until it was clear that his former words of welcome had been rescinded. Then he pulled from his desk drawer the state police's form to register a sexual offender.Copyright © 2001 by Jodi Picoult

Bookclub Guide

READING GROUP GUIDE FOR SALEM FALLS Throughout the novel, the author uses quotes from Arthur Miller's The Crucible and from the story of Jack and Jill. How do these quotes increase your understanding of the story as a whole? In what ways do these seemingly disparate sources work in terms of the subject matter? After pretending to be sick from school, Gillian explains to her friends, "I am not faking; I'm method-acting." Method acting is often described as a tool for telling the truth of a character under imaginary circumstances. How might this definition help us better understand Gillian's actions and her motivations in this novel? What is the truth in her life that needs to be shared? The tension between truth and fiction is a major theme here. Similarly, the concept of believing in lies so strongly that they become truth also powers this narrative. To what extent do you think Gillian and the other girls actually believe their own lies? Does this change for any of them by the end? Throughout history, witches have been the victims of persecution. Recently, witchcraft and pagan religions have gotten a lot of attention both in the media and in popular culture. What drives our fascination with witches and witchcraft? Why do you think some people seem to find it so threatening? In the same vein, what is so attractive about witchcraft to the girls of Salem Falls, either in the stereotypical sense or in the realistic sense? Or to any girls, for that matter? Do you know any people who practice Wicca? If so, how authentic is the author's presentation of the religion? To what extent is this book about spirituality/religion, and its abuse? In Salem Falls, much is made of the individual characters' point of view. People seem to see what they need to see in order to keep their world in order. In what way are characters in this novel affected, either positively or negatively, by the lenses through which they see the world? What is the significance of Jack's role as a history teacher? How about his vast knowledge of trivia? By the end of the story, the majority of the residents of Salem Falls prove themselves to be rather suspicious, closed-minded people, yet somehow Addie is not this way. This is interesting in light of the personal tragedies she has endured through her life -- many of which would make most people distrustful or bitter. What is it about her personality or her experiences that allows her to take Jack in off the street? Delilah tells Jack early in the novel, "I think that all of us have our ghosts." Although she may be literally addressing Addie's situation, how does this concept apply to the other characters in Salem Falls? Which ones, if any, successfully exorcise their ghosts? Who do you consider to be the strongest character in this story? Discuss the different ways strength manifests itself in this novel and the various degrees to which the characters maintain their strength -- or fail to. How much does setting affect this novel? How similar is the world of Salem Falls to the world of The Crucible and The Scarlet Letter, books from which the author clearly draws? At one point, as he is watching his students walk to the locker room, Jack thinks to himself, "Beauty is truth, and truth, beauty." Do you agree with this? What do you think the novel suggests? Do you believe that Jack, in light of all his experiences, should be totally free from blame? Are there instances when his judgment seems to be off, or is he truly the unluckiest man in the world? Jack's mother forgives the prostitute that her late husband was seeing, so much so that she invites her to live with her, yet she immediately turns on her own son when he is accused of rape. How can one account for this shift in her character? Is it a shift? Were you surprised that she did not ask for his side of the story, or do you think there is some sort of solidarity among women that transcends familial ties? Picoult tells the story of Jack's life backward, to the moment of his birth. How do these flashbacks affect the present-day story, and why do you think she chose to do this? Should a verbal accusation of rape be enough to set the judicial wheels turning? Explain, using the examples of both Catherine Marsh and Addie Peabody. Compare the father/daughter relationships of Addie and Roy, Gillian and Amos, Charlie and Meg, Matt Houlihan and Molly, and Catherine and Reverend Marsh. How does the bond formed between parent and child influence each of their actions?

Editorial Reviews

"Picoult has carved her own niche with her novels -- one part romance, one part courtroom thriller, two parts social commentary.... She keep[s] the reader constantly guessing."
-- The Dallas Morning News