Pending – Chapter Forty-One

Catch up on the previous chapters here

Gran was generally a practical person, but she agreed to come along with Nell all the same when she went to the cemetery. Nell didn’t think Gran had been back since the funeral, either to place flowers or to make sure the graves were kept tidy. “They’re gone,” she’d told Nell gruffly once. “They don’t know if you’re there or not.”

Well, no, but Nell knew.

Gran didn’t even sigh or roll her eyes when Nell stopped at a florist first, picking a bouquet because it was brightly colored. She couldn’t remember Dad ever buying Mom flowers, so it wasn’t like she could easily name a favorite or anything, but she liked the look of the yellows and reds and purples. The double plot didn’t have a vase on the headstone—honestly, it was a little amazing that Gran had gone ahead and gotten the headstone in the first place, all things considered—so Nell had the florist put it in one of those plastic vases with the spike you could drive into the ground and keep everything upright. Gran didn’t cluck her tongue at the extra expense, but Nell figured that was because Gran was humoring her as much as possible, considering everything else she and Kent were dealing with on this first visit back to Michigan.

Donna insisted on calling it their trip home, of course. Kent wasn’t with them right now because he was doing the whole family time thing with Donna and maybe some of his siblings, which Nell had told him was okay because he’d never known her parents, and it didn’t bother her if he didn’t come. Maybe it bothered him more, because he was stuck with his own family instead, but if Gran thought anything about that, she didn’t say it, either. It was unspoken, but out of kindness. Not to hide something, or keep a secret.

Nell pulled the rented car into the cemetery parking lot, close to the gated entrance but not in the handicap spot, and turned off the ignition. At least this car still had an actual key. When she got out and waited for Gran to join her on the path, though, she saw another car pull up, not into a spot but just enough so Kent could get out of the passenger seat and Owen could wave before he drove away again.

Nell blinked, flowers in one hand and Gran at her other side, but Kent shrugged as he came up to them and slipped an arm around her. “It kept feeling like the wrong choice,” he said simply.

Gran smiled and turned to lead the way.

One thing this visit had cemented was how no, they really couldn’t move back to Michigan. If they did, Nell figured they’d drive Kent’s parents to divorce. Donna insisted on using their old names, which just confused her grandchildren. She kept asking about Mart and Ellie’s plans for their own children, and what school districts were the best, and if they’d fallen in love with any of the incredibly ugly houses she bookmarked on the real estate sites. Nell didn’t actually like any of them, thanks, and they weren’t looking at moving yet, anyway. Their apartment had two bedrooms, so even if she got pregnant soon, they’d be fine for a while. She didn’t know if Kent told his mom that they were actually trying, or if Donna just … assumed.

Gran stopped at the foot of the graves, hands clasped, but at least she didn’t have her arms crossed. She looked at the headstone and read the names and dates, nodding like she had to make sure they were still correct, and waited for Nell to place the flowers. The grass had been mowed recently, and the headstone looked clean. Maybe that was a service provided by the cemetery—Nell had never asked.

Kent put his arms around her when she returned to the path, resting his cheek against her head in silence for a while. Nell ran through her small handful of memories of her parents—Dad’s blue armchair, Mom’s comic recitation of Red Fish, Blue Fish—but more and more these days they felt like memories of memories, honestly and truly from someone else’s life. All the same, she couldn’t not come here, especially when it was a choice again. Nell had to remember them, and maybe she needed Gran to know that her own grave wasn’t going to go neglected when the time came.

When she looked over, Gran raised an eyebrow. “I don’t suppose, things being what they are, you can keep any names in the family?”

“I like Elsie,” Kent offered. “Probably as a middle name.”

Gran blinked, because clearly she hadn’t meant her own, but then she grinned. “Well. It’s a good name. If you have a girl.”

That made Kent laugh. “Yeah, I wasn’t thinking Elsie for a boy. But we probably won’t really know until it happens and we have to pick.”

If it happens, Nell added silently, because apparently she was a bit superstitious about that kind of thing.

“Penelope?”

Nell nodded. “Yeah, okay.” Because that was Gran asking if it was time to go.

“We should get brunch,” she decided, leading the way back to the car. “Unless you have to go be civil to your in-laws again.”

“I just told Mom flat-out we’re not moving back to Michigan, so …” Kent looked to Nell. “Brunch sounds like a good option to me.”

“She kicked you out, or …?” Nell clicked the button to unlock the doors and handed him the fob, aiming for the back seat.

Kent shrugged. “She wanted to argue. I told her it wasn’t up for discussion. She started insulting you. I asked Dad if he could drop me off here. We left.”

Good thing they were in Gran’s spare room for the visit, then. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t make me call you ‘Penelope.’ You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

Nell wasn’t entirely sure about that, but she got into the car and put on her seatbelt and smiled when she caught Kent’s look in the mirror, trying her best to do as his eyes urged her: to stop thinking about that and concentrate on something good instead, like brunch with her husband and her grandmother, who both wanted to spend time with her and oh so clearly wanted her to be happy.

She could try. For them, she could certainly try.

THE END


2026 is Pending

2025 did not shape up to be the year I thought it would. It’s kind of hard not to focus on the downers: cancer diagnosis. Being released from the contract with my agent. So, because I need something to look forward to, this is my official announcement that I’ll be posting my new novel, Pending, to my blog here, one chapter a day, starting January 1.

I originally had this idea a couple decades ago: what if you picked up a bestselling novel and realized it was actually written about you? Then, because I’m me, and because I’ve had twenty-odd years to think about it, it morphed a bit.

Nell’s just getting her feet back under her after the terror of five years ago. She’s been in hiding since the serial killer the police dubbed “The Fairy Godfather” came into her life and started taking people out of it. She’s adopted a new identity and moved far away from home, working as a barista and flying under the radar. That is, until her boss hands her an advance copy of a highly-anticipated novel and she starts recognizing the plot.

Since You Went Away is advertised as a romantic literary experience, but Nell realizes what it really is: a serial killer’s confession not only to murder, but to his obsession. The hype around the book means everyone’s talking about it and unwittingly trying to find her, the killer’s own choice of final girl. She needs to uncover the real name behind the author’s pseudonym and learn the identity of the man who murdered her friends before he can come for her, too.

Honestly the most fun part for me is how the cover hasn’t changed since I first thought of the idea, even if so many other parts have. I sent my friend Amara the description and they designed the cover, icons, and headers for me. Don’t they look awesome? And yes, there will totally be a knitting pattern inspired by the cover. Stay tuned!

Pending will be posted here, one chapter a day, from January 1 through February 10, 2026. It’ll be free. Options will be coming to purchase the entire thing, definitely as an eBook and hopefully as a hard copy, because I know some of you will ask about that. For now, let it be known that I’ve decided to make 2026 something I can look forward to, in a way that’s entirely under my own control.

I hope you all have a happy holiday season and I look forward to seeing what the new year brings!

ARC review: The Gatsby Gambit by Claire Anderson Wheeler

This ARC landed in my inbox at either the absolute best or absolute worst time: just as I was wrapping up my annual reading of F. Scott Fitzgerald‘s The Great Gatsby with my juniors for the third year in a row. The thing is, high school English teachers pick things they don’t mind reading multiple times a year, and don’t mind dissecting over and over again. I love Gatsby, and–possibly because of the 2013 movie–it was even last year’s prom theme. (Yes, I chaperoned in my best 1920s costume.)

So a murder mystery set in in the world of one of my favorite novels? Let’s take a look at The Gatsby Gambit by Claire Anderson Wheeler.


America’s most beloved literary characters. 
A page-turning mystery. 
The gilded opulence of the Roaring Twenties.
And a clever young woman of unusual persistence.

Be ready to re-think the world of Gatsby.
 
Freshly twenty-one and sporting a daring new bob, Greta Gatsby–younger sister to the infamous Jay—is finally free of her dull finishing school, and looking forward to an idyllic summer at the Gatsby Mansion, the jewel of West Egg. From its breathtaking views to its eccentric denizens, Greta is eager to inhale it all–even to the predictable disapproval of Mrs Dantry, Jay’s exacting housekeeper. Indeed, nothing could disrupt the blissful time Greta has planned… except finding out that Jay’s cadre of dubious friends—Daisy and Tom Buchanan, along with Nick Carraway and Jordan Baker—will be summering there, too.
 
It’s hard to be noticed when the luminous Daisy Buchanan is in the room, and Jordan keeps rather too close tabs on handsome Nick Carraway for Greta’s liking. But by far the worst is Daisy’s boorish husband, Tom, whose explosive temper seems always balanced on a knife-edge. But soon, bad blood is the least of their problems, as a shocking event sets the Gatsby household reeling. 
 
Death has come to West Egg, and with it, a web of scandal, betrayal, and secrets. Turning sleuth isn’t how Greta meant to spend her summer—but what choice does she have, when everyone else seems intent on living in a world of make-believe?
 
Deftly subverting romantic notions about money, power, and freedom that still stand today, THE GATSBY GAMBIT is a sparkling homage to, and reinvention of, a world American readers have lionized for generations.


So my brief review:

This is a book best suited to people who are not intimately familiar with Fitzgerald’s version. I received my advance copy at the same time I was once again finishing The Great Gatsby with my students, so the details of the original were too fresh for me to sink fully into this new world and Wheeler’s versions of the characters.

The story starts slowly, inserting the new character of Greta Gatsby as she finally comes home from all her years of being sent off to school. She begins to interact with alternate versions of Fitzgerald’s characters as Wheeler navigates what’s the same (not much) and what’s different in her version. There are some Easter egg references to the original, but also a lot of changes, and not all of those changes seem entirely necessary to the plot. My students, however, heartily applaud her choice of victim, although they always wish someone else had done the deed. Wheeler offers up various suspects as Greta takes off on her own to prove herself worthy (and independent) in a male-dominated world, annoying the detectives and her brother alike when she’s convinced that the apparent suicide isn’t all it appears to be.

It’s a slow burn until it breathlessly barrels down the last quarter of the book, and it’s at the end, freed from any premise of the inspiration text, that Wheeler really shines. I struggled with the characterization of Tom, Daisy, Nick, Jordan, and Jay because I wasn’t sure how much I was supposed to remember from Fitzgerald and how much they were supposed to be different (changed, perhaps, because it seems most of the events of Fitzgerald’s book happened the summer before this one starts). If you have faint memories of lavish parties and a green light from your own high school days, you’ll probably enjoy it.

Four stars out of five


The thing is, unless you routinely go through Prestwick House chapter questions about the book, you’re not going to notice a lot of Wheeler’s changes. Who remembers what religion the Buchanans are, anyway? (Everyone who has to answer the question about the elaborate lie that surprises Nick in Chapter II, at least if they have to correct it once a year.) I’m not sure why it ends up as one of the book’s great quotes, but in the original, they’re not Catholic. Wheeler, however, makes a point of stressing the fact that they are.

On the one hand, it seems like such a silly thing, but on the other … why use the Gatsby name at all? There have to be changes to keep Jay alive, of course (spoilers, sorry) and the fact that Wheeler gives him a younger sister to be at the center of the story makes for further changes, but the best parts of the book are the ones where Wheeler’s original characters take center stage and shove the well-known (and possibly hated) Fitzgerald characters to the side. I think that’s even a large part of what makes for a slow start: she has to spend so much time explaining who her Gatsby and Daisy and Tom and Nick and Jordan are, and separating them from the characters we might be expected to know.

Every so often there’s what seems to be an Easter egg–Daisy’s wedding necklace, for example, plays a part–but they’re at odds with the new backstories and new relationships Wheeler’s trying to forge. Why make these callbacks to specific parts of the original (like a gas station owner and his wife moving away for some mysterious reason) when so many other aspects of the characters’ histories and personalities have changed? Jay Gatsby is still a rich man with poor beginnings who throws parties, but those poor beginnings are vastly altered and Wheeler never quite explains how, if he isn’t a bootlegger, he went from poor to a soldier to his vast wealth.


Are these questions going to plague most readers? I doubt it. But I also think Wheeler’s story would have been stronger if she’d either more fully committed to Fitzgerald’s characters or been allowed to leave the Gatsby name behind entirely. As it stands, the title alone sets us up for a much deeper connection between the source text and her murder mystery than we find in the book.

I’m especially interested to see how readers who don’t have such a close connection to The Great Gatsby respond because, like I said, I was either going to be the best or the worst audience for this book.

The Gatsby Gambit is out April 1.

ARC review: Cross My Heart by Megan Collins

Oh hello! There’s still time to preorder your next great read before 2024 ends! How about Cross My Heart by Megan Collins, author of such books as The Family Plot and Thicker Than Water?

Let’s start with the official blurb:

She has his dead wife’s heart; the one she wants is his. The author of The Family Plot brings her signature prose to a twisty novel about a heart transplant patient who becomes romantically obsessed with her donor’s husband.

Rosie Lachlan wants nothing more than to find The One.

A year after she was dumped in her wedding dress, she’s working at her parents’ bridal salon, anxious for a happy ending that can’t come soon enough. After receiving a life-saving heart transplant, Rosie knows her health is precious and precarious. She suspects her heart donor is Daphne Thorne, the wife of local celebrity author Morgan Thorne, who she begins messaging via an anonymous service called DonorConnect, ostensibly to learn more about Daphne. But Rosie has a secret: She’s convinced that now that she has his wife’s heart, she and Morgan are meant to be together.

As she and Morgan correspond, the pretense of avoiding personal details soon disappears, even if Rosie’s keeping some cards close to her chest. But as she digs deeper into Morgan’s previous marriage, she discovers disturbing rumors about the man she’s falling for. Could Morgan have had something to do with his late wife’s death? And can Rosie’s heart sustain another break—or is she next?

And here’s my official, post-it-everywhere review:

Rosie just got a new heart, but she wants more than anything to give it away. If only she could be certain that the man in her sights isn’t a murderer …

This is a deliciously twisty book that will surprise even the most avid thriller fan. Maybe you want to be suspicious of Rosie and her soft new heart, and maybe you should be … but it turns out it’s not for the reasons you think. She’s trying to walk this line and ignore the fact that she’s playing a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse (and maybe confusing which one of them happens to be the cat) while ignoring the danger signs every step of the way. No man can be worth as much effort as Rosie puts into trying to uncover the reality of Morgan Thorne.

This book surprised me with its similarities to one of my absolute favorites, but I can’t reveal which one or else that gives a lot away. Let’s just say Rosie’s contemplations of mortality and identity play into far more than wondering if her new heart can’t help but love her husband’s donor. The absolutely twists and turns (yes, plural) this book takes kept me riveted right up until the end. Megan Collins crafts complex characters who have their own reasons not to reveal everything all at once, and the way she tells their story just adds to the suspense. Cross My Heart is a must-read.


Cross My Heart is out January 14!

ARC review: You’d Look Better as a Ghost by Joanna Wallace

I was lucky to be granted a NetGally advanced copy of You’d Look Better as a Ghost by Joanna Wallace. I didn’t know anything about the book, but the back cover certainly made it seem right up my alley:

The night after her father’s funeral, Claire meets Lucas in a bar. Lucas doesn’t know it, but it’s not a chance meeting. One thoughtless mistyped email has put him in the crosshairs of an extremely put-out serial killer. But before they make eye contact, before Claire lets him buy her a drink—even before she takes him home and carves him up into little pieces—something about that night is very wrong. Because someone is watching Claire. Someone who is about to discover her murderous little hobby.

The thing is, it’s not sensible to tangle with a part-time serial killer, even one who is distracted by attending a weekly bereavement support group and trying to get her art career off the ground. Will Claire finish off her blackmailer before her pursuer reveals all? Let the games begin . . .

You’d Look Better as a Ghost is a bit You, a bit Dexter, a bit Hannibal, and a bit Fight Club – but not the Fight Club part of Fight Club. Claire is a serial killer with a dark sense of humor and her own personal code, and when we first meet her she’s reeling from the death of her father and trying to cope in the way it seems only she can. Her bereavement support group doesn’t seem to be helping … and might actually end up hurting as it throws her together with people she’d otherwise never have met.

Claire’s an engaging narrator obsessed with observing “ordinary people” and doing her best to fit in just enough so that her hobby – no, not her art; her other hobby – isn’t recognized. For the most part she keeps to herself, which makes the bereavement group such a challenge, since she has to figure out how, exactly, “ordinary people” act in that situation. She makes some insightful comments about the other characters while at times missing the obvious about both them and herself, making you turn the page to see when – or if – she’ll realize it, or if she’s just set herself up for a fall.

If you like the voices of Joe Goldberg, Dexter Morgan, or the narrator in Fight Club, then you need to pre-order You’d Look Better as a Ghost. Part comedy, part thriller, and guaranteed to keep you up until the last page is turned, this book kept me laughing – and guessing – to the end.

Five stars. You’d Look Better as a Ghost comes out March 26 from Penguin Books.