{"product_id":"golden-state-isbn-9780385343282","title":"Golden State","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe state of California votes on secession in the wake of a divisive presidential election in this gripping, prescient novel of marriage, family, and the profound moments that shape our lives.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Doctor Julie Walker has just signed her divorce papers when she receives news that her younger sister, Heather, has gone into labor. Though theirs is a strained relationship, Julie sets out for the hospital to be at her sister’s side—no easy task since the streets of San Francisco are filled with tension and strife. Today is also the day that Julie will find herself at the epicenter of a violent standoff in which she is forced to examine both the promising and the painful parts of her past—her Southern childhood; her romance with her husband, Tom; her estrangement from Heather; and the shattering incident that led to her greatest heartbreak.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Infused with emotional depth and poignancy, \u003ci\u003eGolden State\u003c\/i\u003e takes readers on a journey over the course of a single, unforgettable day—through an extraordinary landscape of love, loss, and hope.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eGolden State\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A stirring look at the ties that bind husband-wife, mother-child and even sisters, and what happens when they’re torn asunder. Set in a San Francisco chafing with unrest both political and personal, the world Richmond creates is exquisitely charged with regret and hope.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eFamily Circle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “[A] riveting read that can be recommended to fans of Jodi Picoult and Jacquelyn Mitchard . . . Mesmerizing and intricate, Richmond’s dissection of a California on the violent brink of secession from the nation provides the backdrop to her deeper inspection of the uneasy, fragile relationship between siblings.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist \u003c\/i\u003e(starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “[An] amazing, turbulent novel woven of disparate threads . . . Nearly every feature of this mesmerizing novel is provocative, as Richmond explores the fragmented, hopeful lives of complex characters. This is gripping, multilayered must-read fiction.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “An exciting premise . . . skillfully written . . . Julie’s past and her relationship with the other characters are scrutinized as the clock ticks. It’s an interesting and sometimes-disturbing study.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Richmond takes readers through a bittersweet, heartwarming tale of a woman on the cusp of life-changing events in both her personal and professional lives. . . . Once invested, the reader is carried away by this action-packed, poignant story, making this a tale that will live in the heart of the reader once the last page is read.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eRT Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “This is a thoughtful book about how past circumstances change us into the people we are today, for the good or bad. Julie is a sympathetic and relatable character, and readers will definitely feel for her as she goes through her life-changing day.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Parkersburg\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eNews and Sentinel\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Richmond . . . delivers a page-turner.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eSan Jose Mercury News\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A breathtaking read and one I’ll not soon forget.”\u003cb\u003e—Melanie Benjamin, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Aviator’s Wife\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eLook for special features inside. Join the Random House Reader’s Circle for author chats and more.\u003c\/b\u003e“A stirring look at the ties that bind husband-wife, mother-child and even sisters, and what happens when they’re torn asunder. Set in a San Francisco chafing with unrest both political and personal, the world Richmond creates is exquisitely charged with regret and hope.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eFamily Circle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “[A] riveting read that can be recommended to fans of Jodi Picoult and Jacquelyn Mitchard . . . Mesmerizing and intricate, Richmond’s dissection of a California on the violent brink of secession from the nation provides the backdrop to her deeper inspection of the uneasy, fragile relationship between siblings.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist \u003c\/i\u003e(starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “[An] amazing, turbulent novel woven of disparate threads . . . Nearly every feature of this mesmerizing novel is provocative, as Richmond explores the fragmented, hopeful lives of complex characters. This is gripping, multilayered must-read fiction.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “An exciting premise . . . skillfully written . . . Julie’s past and her relationship with the other characters are scrutinized as the clock ticks. It’s an interesting and sometimes-disturbing study.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Richmond takes readers through a bittersweet, heartwarming tale of a woman on the cusp of life-changing events in both her personal and professional lives. . . . Once invested, the reader is carried away by this action-packed, poignant story, making this a tale that will live in the heart of the reader once the last page is read.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eRT Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “This is a thoughtful book about how past circumstances change us into the people we are today, for the good or bad. Julie is a sympathetic and relatable character, and readers will definitely feel for her as she goes through her life-changing day.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Parkersburg\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eNews and Sentinel\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Richmond . . . delivers a page-turner.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eSan Jose Mercury News\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A breathtaking read and one I’ll not soon forget.”\u003cb\u003e—Melanie Benjamin, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Aviator’s Wife\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I haven’t read such a gripping, bittersweet, moving novel in ages. \u003ci\u003eGolden State\u003c\/i\u003e sweeps you up, whisks you away, and doesn’t let you go till the very end. Michelle Richmond, author of the unforgettable \u003ci\u003eThe Year of Fog,\u003c\/i\u003e does it again.”\u003cb\u003e—Tatiana de Rosnay, author of \u003ci\u003eSarah’s Key\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “This is the kind of book you want to read slowly, but instead you read it in a mad rush to find out where this incredibly talented writer is taking you.”\u003cb\u003e—Ann Packer, author of \u003ci\u003eSwim Back to Me\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “So imaginative, so heartfelt—a masterly braid of memory and urgency. Richmond is in top form, and has made a book of exquisite grace.”\u003cb\u003e—Andrew Sean Greer, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Impossible Lives of Greta Wells\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Dazzlingly smart and moving, \u003ci\u003eGolden State\u003c\/i\u003e doesn’t just shine, it \u003ci\u003eblazes.\u003c\/i\u003e”\u003cb\u003e—Caroline Leavitt, author of \u003ci\u003ePictures of You\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eMichelle Richmond\u003c\/b\u003e is the bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Year of Fog, No One You Know, Dream of the Blue Room, \u003c\/i\u003eand the award-winning \u003ci\u003eThe Girl in the Fall-Away Dress\u003c\/i\u003e. A native of Alabama’s Gulf Coast, she makes her home in Northern California.9780385343282|excerpt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRichmond \/ GOLDEN STATE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e12:41 p.m., June 15\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe reception area of the tiny hotel is eerily empty. On the desk, a coffee mug smeared with red lipstick sits beside a small televi- sion, the volume turned up high, blaring news of the vote. Eleanor’s mug, Eleanor’s lipstick. Famously difficult Eleanor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI leave my crutches behind and use the rail to pull myself up the stairs. At the top, I turn left. The first room is empty, the door open to reveal two twin beds, an old dresser, blood on the floor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI continue along the hallway. The second door is closed. Room 2B. Heather’s room. Early this morning, while I was still sleeping on the couch of a radio station at the other end of the city, my phone began to vibrate. It was Heather, texting: It’s time. It seems like a life- time ago.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Heather?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI try the knob, but it doesn’t budge.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Heather?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI knock. Again, no answer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFinally, a scraping sound, furniture moving across the floor. The knob turns, the door opens a few inches, and there she is—red in the face, her T-shirt drenched with sweat, her eyes strangely calm. Her gaze takes in my wrecked face, my filthy clothes, the hastily wrapped bandage on my foot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI squeeze through the doorway. On the opposite wall, a bureau is shoved against a tall window that opens onto a balcony. To my left, as far as possible from the window, stands the bed, the sheets twisted and wet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“When I saw him coming toward the hotel,” she tells me, “I barricaded the door. When he left, I barricaded the window.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe shuts the door behind me, then locks it. Together we shove the desk back into place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What happened next door?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“He had Eleanor,” she says. “Sounded bad.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHeather doubles over in pain, moaning. I limp to her side. She grips my arm so tight I can feel her fingernails through my sweater. Seconds pass before her face relaxes. She catches her breath, lowers herself onto the bed. “What’s the difference between a pregnant woman and a lightbulb?” she asks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Got me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You can unscrew a lightbulb.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI smile, happy to see the Heather I know.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the bathroom, I wash my face and hands. I smell terrible and look worse. The skin under my arms is bleeding, rubbed raw from the crutches. Rummaging through Heather’s cosmetics bag, I am grateful for the small miracle of a rubber band. I gather my hair into a ponytail, drink cold water from the faucet, and rinse my mouth with toothpaste.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI scan the bathroom for anything useful. There’s a small bar of soap, two towels hanging beside the stained tub, an empty waste bin beneath the sink. I grab the towels and bin and hobble into the darkened room. I drag a chair up to the end of the bed and drape a blanket over Heather’s knees.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Are there any cops out there?” she asks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Just one terrified kid.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe clutches the sheets as another contraction seizes her. Her face registers the pain, but she is silent. Thirty seconds pass before she collapses back onto the pillow, panting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Where’s the National Guard?” she asks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sacramento and L.A., I guess.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA foghorn wails in the distance—that familiar, soothing sound. “Scoot down,” I say. “Here comes the fun part.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“When I said I didn’t need the bells and whistles, I didn’t quite picture it like this.” She moves toward the end of the bed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The baby’s going to be fine,” I say, mustering my calmest voice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI lift the blanket to examine her. I’m not an ob-gyn, I’m a general internist. This is not what I do. Of course, I did it during my residency years—a month on the maternity ward at San Francisco General—but I was relieved beyond measure when my time was over.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJust to the west of us, beyond the barricaded window and the empty parking lot, is the Veterans Administration hospital. The six-unit hotel is normally booked with veterans’ families, waiting out heart surgery and organ transplants, but today the place is deserted. All but the most crucial surgeries have been postponed, and the whole campus is running on a bare-bones staff.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBoth of us are startled by the footsteps on the stairs. Our eyes lock.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA knock on the door. I open my mouth to answer, but Heather brings a finger to her lips.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe knock again, more insistent this time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Dr. Walker?” I recognize the voice—Greg Watts from security. Relief washes over me. I shove the desk away from the door just enough to let him in. At sixty going on forty-five, Greg has the slim, athletic build of a runner. He looks me over quickly, grimacing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You okay, Dr. Walker?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Fine.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe glances at Heather. “What about her?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“We’re managing. It would be great if we could get a nurse and supplies.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Nobody wants to cross that parking lot,” he says. “Not after Eleanor. Not after he shot at you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You crossed the parking lot.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGreg holds up a cellphone. The blue Mute light is flashing. “Special delivery. He wasn’t going to shoot his own messenger.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI look at the phone, uncomprehending. “What?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“He wants to talk to you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Shit.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“He says if he can’t talk to you, someone’s going to get hurt.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Where is he now?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“He broke into your office.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI take a shaky breath. My office. I think of the photos on the desk, the art on the walls, the radios from Tom, the sand dollar from an afternoon on the beach with Ethan. If he wanted to get inside my head, he’s done it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Anyone else?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Betty Chen.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBetty’s worked ICU for twenty-six years. A nice woman, a gifted nurse, very calm, four kids and eleven grandkids spread out all over the country. 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