The Bright Side Of Disaster: A Novel by Katherine CenterThe Bright Side Of Disaster: A Novel by Katherine Center

The Bright Side Of Disaster: A Novel

byKatherine Center

Paperback | April 8, 2008

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Sometimes the worst thing that can happen is exactly what you’ve been waiting for.

“Novels as polished and mature as The Bright Side of Disaster just don’t come along very often from first-time novelists or, for that matter, from those with much longer résumés. . . . This story of a youthful-but-optimistic single mom rings bittersweet and utterly authentic.”—The Dallas Morning News 


Very pregnant and not quite married, Jenny Harris doesn’t mind that she and her live-in fiancé, Dean, accidentally started their family a little earlier than planned. But Dean is acting distant, and the night he runs out for cigarettes and doesn’t come back, he demotes himself from future husband to sperm donor. And the very next day, Jenny goes into labor.

In the months that follow, Jenny plunges into a life she never anticipated: single motherhood. At least with the sleep deprivation, sore boobs, and fits of crying (both hers and the baby’s), there’s not much time to dwell on her broken heart. And things are looking up: Jenny learns how to do everything one-handed, makes friends in a mommy group, and even gets to know a handsome, helpful neighbor. But Dean is never far from Jenny’s thoughts or, it turns out, her doorstep, and in the end she must choose between the old life she thought she wanted and the new life she’s been lucky to find.

Praise for The Bright Side of Disaster

“Beautifully penned and truly memorable . . . a heartwarming and deeply emotional debut.”—BookPage

The Bright Side of Disaster is a treat of a book. It is so warm, so smart, so touching, so wise–and, despite its poignancy, you read the whole thing with a laugh in your throat.”—Anna Maxted, author of A Tale of Two Sisters

“A funny and poignant novel about love, motherhood and men . . . elevates the subject matter beyond the realm of ‘mommy lit.’ ”Houston Chronicle
Katherine Center graduated from Vassar College, where she won the Vassar College Fiction Prize, and received an MA in fiction from the University of Houston. She served as fiction co-editor for the literary magazine Gulf Coast, and her graduate thesis, Peepshow, a collection of stories, was a finalist for the Mary McCarthy Prize in Sho...
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Title:The Bright Side Of Disaster: A NovelFormat:PaperbackProduct dimensions:288 pages, 8.05 × 5.1 × 0.63 inShipping dimensions:8.05 × 5.1 × 0.63 inPublished:April 8, 2008Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0345497961

ISBN - 13:9780345497963

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1The end began with a plane crash. Just before midnight on a Tuesday in February. A girl I’d never met or even heard of died, along with her miniature dachshund (under the seat) and a planeload of passengers in the kind of commuter plane I’ll never fly in again. I’ve pictured it a hundred times now: the quiet hum of the motor, the sleeping passengers, the sudden jolt, the cabin steward thrown sideways before he could finish his instructions. In my mind, it always looks like a movie, because I have nothing else to go on.That night, I was asleep, safe on the ground, miles away in Texas in my hand-me-down bed, nestled under a patchwork quilt made out of ties from the seventies.Since getting pregnant, I fell asleep before the double digits. It was something my not-quite-yet-husband, Dean, teased me about. He was a night owl. And I had been one, too. These days, a month before my due date, I was in bed with my swollen ankles up on pillows as soon as the dishes were done. He was out in the living room with his headphones on, likely playing air guitar.In a slightly different situation, I would have heard about the crash on the news and thought no more about it. I am sure that girl meant many things to many people. And though I didn’t know it at the time, and I would not have recognized her if she’d knocked on my door, she meant a lot to me as well—in a roundabout kind of way.The day Dean came home from the office with the news, I’d been out in the garage for hours pricing things with little orange stickers. I’d quit my job at a fancy antiques store a few weeks back at the urging of the owner. She knew I was planning to quit after the baby came, but she decided it didn’t make sense to wait. She took me aside one morning and said that I was, simply, too big. “When you can knock over a piece of Stickley with your belly,” she said, “it’s time to call it a day.” She gave me some coupons for a mani-pedi, promised she’d always give me her dealer discount, and nudged me out the door.So I was home. And planning our upcoming garage sale with checklists, spreadsheets, and a color-coded map of my yard. At thirty-six weeks and counting, what else was I going to do with myself?When Dean walked in with a pizza, I was slumped over the aqua dinette in our kitchen, drinking orange juice and trying for an end-of-the- day rally. He popped open a beer and swigged down about half of it. His tie was wrinkled. Really wrinkled, like it’d been on the floor of his car for days before he’d discovered it. I wondered if it would be my job to see to such things when we were married.He pulled two plates out of the cupboard, and just as I was thinking how much I loved it when Dean brought me pizza, they slid right out of his grip and shattered on the floor.“Fuck!” he shouted. “Fuck!” He turned and slammed his palm against the cabinet.I didn’t say anything. After five years with him, I knew to lay low. My best friend, Meredith, and I called these moments “occasional eruptions of inappropriate rage.” They were, you might say, a part of his charm.He pressed his head against the cabinets, and I set about picking up. I had to bend over my belly to reach the shards, which made great clanks as they hit the metal bottom of the garbage can. When I went for the broom, he moved to his chair and sat down. Then he said, “A girl from work died last night.”“Died?” I said. “How?”“Plane crash.”“Big plane or little plane?” I asked.“Puddle jumper,” he said.I finished sweeping and leaned the broom against the counter. “Who was it?” I asked, sitting down.“Just a girl. She worked in graphics.” He lifted a slice of pizza and took a tentative bite, as if it might not go down well.“Was she somebody you knew?” I asked.“Yeah,” he said, mouth full. “I definitely knew her.” Her cubicle was around the corner from his, and she—her name was Tara—used to stop in and say hi. She had worked there for a year. She had been planning to come see his band.We chewed for a while. Then, not sure what else to say, I shook my head and said, “I thought plane crashes only happened to people on the news.”“Well,” he said. “She’s on the news now.”After dinner, we sat out on the porch swing, as we did many nights. Our house was in one of the few historic neighborhoods in Houston that hadn’t been bulldozed for townhomes or mini-malls. By some mystery, folks in our neighborhood were restoring their houses instead of replacing them. Living here was like living in another place in time.On good nights, we’d go on talking after dinner. But tonight he kept quiet, nursing beer number three. He was holding the memo they’d passed out at work with details about the funeral and where to send donations. It had this girl Tara’s picture on it.She was Asian, with shiny straight hair and kissy lips. The picture was from her company ID photo, but even so, she was smiling as if the guy who’d taken the photo had been flirting with her. She certainly seemed very alive. And she was the kind of pretty that wasn’t up for discussion.“She’s pretty,” I said, looking over his arm.“You think so?”“Dean,” I said, giving him a look that said, Come on. At the time, a little lie like that seemed sweet to me. I assumed he was trying to be a good fiancé by pretending not to know she was pretty. Like he only had eyes for me. “Yes,” I said. “She’s pretty.”“Was,” he said.“Was.”I tried to start up some other conversation after that. I told him that Meredith had bought a leash for her cat. I told him about a report I’d heard on a hurricane in the Gulf. I told him I’d heard a woman singing a version of “Hush Little Baby” on the gospel radio station that afternoon, and the sound had brought tears to my eyes. But the words came out of my mouth and fizzled like sparks before they hit the ground.Some nights were like this, when Dean just couldn’t rise to the conversational challenge. Meredith said he was moody, which was true. But we all had our shortcomings. Still, if we weren’t going to talk, I wished he would rub my neck, or hold my hand. But he didn’t.Dean wanted to take a shower, so I followed him inside. I put on my don’t mess with texas maternity nightshirt before I headed into the kitchen to clean up, and when I got there, I noticed the girl’s picture was on the fridge. Dean had put it up with butterfly magnets, one placed in each corner. Very few things on our overloaded fridge merited more than one magnet. Not our list of frequently called numbers, not the picture of us at a wildflower garden on our road trip to Austin, not the liner notes for Dean’s band’s only album. But there she was, securely placed and there to stay. I wasn’t sure I wanted her there, and I thought about taking her down and sticking her in a drawer with the take-out menus.But I left her. She had the kind of eyes that followed you around the room. I’d thought that happened only with paintings in museums, but here she was, in my kitchen, watching me. While I did the dishes. While I took my prenatal vitamin. While I did a final sweep for pieces of broken plate. She even watched the door for my return while I took the pizza box outside to the trash. Back inside, I turned the dead bolt, started the dishwasher, and stood with my hand on the light switch. We held each other’s gaze for a few minutes, and then I left her in the dark.

Bookclub Guide

1. Why on earth would Jenny Harris want to marry a guy like Dean? Do you know good women who fall in love with bad men? Or is Dean not as bad as he seems? Why do women stay with men like Dean, anyway?2. Jenny has three men in her life: Dean, Gardner, and her dad. Inwhat ways are these guys alike or not alike? Do they echo one anotherin particular ways? Do you find that the men in your life resembleone another in important ways?3. What do you think of Meredith’s actions after the baby is born?Have you ever lost a friendship because of a monumental change inyour life?4. Jenny’s birth plan turns out to be pretty worthless—in more waysthan one. Giving birth and becoming a mom were nothing like sheexpected them to be. If you’re a mom, was that true for you? Whatwas the biggest surprise about motherhood? If you’re not a mom,has there been something in your life that was nothing at all likewhat you’d expected?5. Were you rooting for Jenny’s dad as he pursued her mom? He certainlyleft her in a horrible way all those years before. Do you thinkhe’s changed now and become a better man? Has he become a betterdad?6. Does becoming a mom help Jenny herself grow up? In what waysdoes motherhood enrich women’s lives? In what ways does it holdwomen back?7. Jenny starts an antiques business within a year of Maxie’s birth.Do you think Jenny would have opened up her shop if Dean hadn’tleft—if everything in her life had gone as planned?8. Jenny’s mom is a sassy lady. Should she have tried to talk somesense into Jenny about Dean earlier? Was it harsh of Jenny’s motherto stay away after Dean came back? Was her tough-love policy tootough?9. One Bright Side reader commented that “all new mothers are singlemoms in a way.” Do you agree?10. Jenny likes Gardner, but she sets him up on a date with Meredith,anyway—or tries to, at least. Have you ever tried to do the rightthing and given up something—or someone—that you really wantedfor yourself ?11. Jenny is not at her best for much of the book, to put it mildly.She’s not taking care of herself at all—and she looks terrible by herown admission. What does it say about Gardner that he’s drawn toher anyway?12. Gardner’s wife left him in a pretty brutal fashion. What kind ofimpact did his divorce have on him?13. Jenny is both lucky and unlucky that she has people willing tohelp support her financially after Dean walks out. What are the prosand cons of taking help from Dean’s mother? Is staying home all it’scracked up to be? Why do you think Jenny’s dad offers to help herout, even though he believes people should pull themselves up bytheir own bootstraps?14. Who is your favorite character? Why?15. How would you categorize this book? Is it chick lit? How doyou define that term?16. Have you ever had a disaster that turned out to be a good thingin the end?