{"product_id":"here-one-moment-isbn-9780593798607","title":"Here One Moment","description":"\u003cb\u003e#1 \u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES \u003c\/i\u003eBESTSELLER • From the beloved author of \u003ci\u003eBig Little Lies, Apples Never Fall, \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e The Husband’s Secret \u003c\/i\u003ecomes a moving novel of love, marriage, family, and trying to find certainty in a fragile world.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“The premise is irresistible—a woman on a flight from Hobart to Sydney begins predicting the age and manner of death of her fellow passengers. Beautifully written, this propulsive novel has a serious theme. Could be a great . . . present for that special someone.”—Stephen King\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“A riveting story so wild you don’t know how she’ll land it, and then she does, on a dime.”—Anne Lamott\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAN NPR BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eLife is full of twists and turns you never see coming. But what if you did?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFlight attendant Allegra Patel loves her job, but today is her twenty-eighth birthday and she’d rather not be placating a plane full of passengers unhappy about a long delay. There’s the well-dressed man in seat 4C desperate not to miss his daughter’s musical. A harried mother frantically tries to keep her toddler and baby quiet. Honeymooners still in their wedding finery dream of their new lives, while a chatty emergency room nurse dreams of retirement. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuddenly a woman traveling alone stands. She walks down the aisle making predictions about how and when passengers will die. Some dismiss her, they don’t believe in psychics. Some are delighted with her prophecies! Their lives will supposedly be long. Others are appalled. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen: a few months later, the first prediction comes true. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIntricately plotted, with the wonderful wit Liane Moriarty has become famous for, \u003ci\u003eHere One Moment\u003c\/i\u003e brilliantly looks at friends, lovers, and family and how we manage to hold onto them in our harried modern lives.“Unputdownable . . . [a] propulsive, philosophically rich saga.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eOprah Daily\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In \u003ci\u003eHere One Moment,\u003c\/i\u003e Australian author Liane Moriarty takes readers on a wild ride as passengers deal with love, heartbreak, and careers, all while contemplating whether fate and destiny are real—and whether the outcome can be changed. It’s a captivating book that keeps you reading till the end to find out what happens to the passengers and just who Cherry really is.”\u003cb\u003e—Jeanine Herbst, news anchor, NPR\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Terrifically crafted . . . By turns bighearted and sardonic, \u003ci\u003eHere One Moment\u003c\/i\u003e ponders such imponderables as free will, providence, love, death.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Everything we loved about Moriarty’s \u003ci\u003eBig Little Lies\u003c\/i\u003e—the pacing, the twists, the taut energy—is here, in a high-flying exploration of free will and destiny.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eGood Housekeeping\u003c\/i\u003e, Book of the Month Book Club Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A riveting story so wild you don’t know how she’ll land it, and then she does, on a dime.”\u003cb\u003e—Anne Lamott, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e“\u003c\/i\u003eFunny, frightening, heartbreaking, and life-affirming. I adored \u003ci\u003eHere One Moment\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003cb\u003e—Chris Whitaker, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eAll the Colors of the Dark\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Liane Moriarty is a genuine GENIUS.\u003ci\u003e Here One Moment \u003c\/i\u003eis off-the-scale brilliant.” \u003cb\u003e—Marian Keyes, international bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eWatermelon \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e Again, Rachel\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “The story is a brilliant, charming, and invigorating illustration of its closing quote from Elisabeth Kübler-Ross (we’re not going to spill that). A fresh, funny, ambitious, and nuanced take on some of our oldest existential questions.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e―Kirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Meticulously plotted . . . exquisitely rendered characters . . . Moriarty has outdone herself.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Publishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eLiane Moriarty\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestsellers \u003ci\u003eBig Little Lies\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eApples Never Fall, The Husband’s Secret\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eTruly Madly Guilty\u003c\/i\u003e; the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestsellers \u003ci\u003eNine Perfect Strangers\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eWhat Alice Forgot\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eThe Last Anniversary\u003c\/i\u003e; \u003ci\u003eThe Hypnotist’s Love Story\u003c\/i\u003e; and \u003ci\u003eThree Wishes\u003c\/i\u003e. She lives in Sydney, Australia, with her husband and two children.\u003cb\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Later, not a single person will recall seeing the lady board the flight at Hobart Airport.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNothing about her appearance or demeanor raises a red flag or even an eyebrow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe is not drunk or belligerent or famous.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe is not injured, like the bespectacled hipster with his arm scaffolded in white gauze so that one hand is permanently pressed to his heart, as if he’s professing his love or honesty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe is not frazzled, like the sweaty young mother trying to keep her grip on a slippery baby, a furious toddler, and far too much carry-on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe is not frail, like the stooped elderly couple wearing multiple heavy layers as if they’re off to join Captain Scott’s Antarctic expedition.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe is not grumpy, like the various middle-aged people with various middle-aged things on their minds, or the flight’s only unaccompanied minor: a six-year-old forced to miss his friend’s laser-tag party because his parents’ shared custody agreement requires him to be on this flight to Sydney every Friday afternoon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe is not chatty, like the couple so eager to share details of their holiday you can’t help but wonder if they’re working undercover for a Tasmanian state government tourism initiative.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe is not extremely pregnant like the extremely pregnant woman.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe is not extremely tall like the extremely tall guy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe is not quivery from fear of flying or espresso or amphetamines (let’s hope not) like the jittery teen wearing an oversized hoodie over very short shorts that makes it look like she’s not wearing any pants, and someone says she’s that singer dating that actor, but someone else says no, that’s not her, I know who you mean, but that’s not her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe is not shiny-eyed like the shiny-eyed honeymooners flying to Sydney still in their lavish bridal clothes, those crazy kids, leaving ripples of goodwill in their wake, and even eliciting a reckless offer from a couple to give up their business-class seats, which the bride and groom politely but firmly refuse, much to the couple’s relief.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe lady is not anything that anyone will later recall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The flight is delayed. Only by half an hour. There are scowls and sighs, but for the most part passengers are willing to accept this inconvenience. That’s flying these days.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt least it’s not canceled. “Yet,” say the pessimists.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe PA crackles an announcement: Passengers requiring special assistance are invited to board.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Told you so!” The optimists jump to their feet and sling bags over their shoulders.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhile boarding, the lady does not stop to tap the side of the plane once, twice, three times for luck, or to flirt with a flight attendant, or to swipe frantically at her phone screen because her boarding pass has mysteriously vanished, it was there just a minute ago, why does it always do that?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe lady is not useful, like the passengers who help parents and spouses find vanished boarding passes, or the square-shouldered, square-jawed man with a gray buzz cut who effortlessly helps hoist bags into overhead bins as he walks down the aisle of the plane without breaking his stride.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOnce all passengers are boarded, seated, and buckled, the pilot introduces himself and explains there is a “minor mechanical issue we need to resolve” and “passengers will appreciate that safety is paramount.” The cabin crew, he points out, with just the hint of a smile in his deep, trustworthy voice, are also only hearing about this now. (So leave them be.) He thanks “folks” for their patience and asks them to sit back and relax, they should be on their way in the next fifteen minutes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey are not on their way in fifteen minutes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe plane sits on the tarmac without moving for ninety-two horrendous minutes. This is just a little longer than the expected flight time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEventually the optimists stop saying, “I’m sure we’ll still make it!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEveryone is displeased: optimists and pessimists alike.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDuring this time, the lady does not press her call button to tell a flight attendant about her connection or dinner reservation or migraine or dislike of confined spaces or her very busy adult daughter with three children who is already on her way to the airport in Sydney to pick her up, and what is she meant to do now?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not throw back her head and howl for twenty excruciating minutes, like the baby, who is really just manifesting everyone’s feelings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not request the baby be made to stop crying, like the three passengers who all seem to have reached middle age with the belief that babies stop crying on request.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not politely ask if she may please get off the plane now, like the unaccompanied minor, who reaches his limit forty minutes into the delay and thinks that maybe the laser-tag party is a possibility after all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not demand she be allowed to disembark, along with her checked bag-gage, like the woman in a leopard-print jumpsuit who has places she needs to be, who is never flying this airline again, but who finally allows herself to be placated and then self-medicates so effectively she falls deeply asleep.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not abruptly cry out in despair, “Oh, can’t someone do something?” like the red-faced, frizzy-haired woman sitting two rows behind the crying baby. It isn’t clear if she wants something done about the delay or the crying baby or the state of the planet, but it is at this point that the square-jawed man leaves his seat to present the baby with an enormous set of jangly keys. The man first demonstrates how pressing a particular button on one key will cause a red light to flash and the baby is stunned into delighted silence, to the teary-eyed relief of the mother and everyone else.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt no stage does the lady make a bitter-voiced performative phone call to tell someone that she is “stuck on a plane” . . . “still here” . . . “no way we’ll make our connection” . . . “just go ahead without me” . . . “we’ll need to reschedule” . . . “I’ll have to cancel” . . . “nothing I can do” . . . “I know! It’s unbelievable.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo one will remember hearing the lady speak a single word during the delay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNot like the elegantly dressed man who says, “No, no, sweetheart, it will be tight, but I’m sure I’ll still make it,” but you can tell by the anguished way he taps his phone against his forehead that he’s not going to make it, there’s no way.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNot like the two twentysomething friends who had been drinking prosecco at the airport bar on empty stomachs, and as a result multiple passengers in their vicinity learn the intimate details of their complex feelings about “Poppy,” a mutual friend who is not as nice as she would have everyone believe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNot like the two thirtysomething men who are strangers to each other but strike up a remarkably audible and extraordinarily dull conversation about protein shakes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe lady is traveling alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe has no family members to aggravate her with their very existence, like the family of four who sit in gendered pairs: mother and young daughter, father and young son, all smoldering with rage over a fraught issue involving a phone charger.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe lady has an aisle seat, 4D. She is lucky: it is a relatively full flight, but she has scored an empty middle seat between her and the man in the window seat. A number of passengers in economy will later recall noting that empty middle seat with envy, but they will not remember noting the lady. When they are finally cleared for takeoff, the lady does not need to be asked to please place her seat in the upright position or to please push her bag under the seat in front of her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not applaud with slow sarcastic claps when the plane finally begins to taxi toward the runway.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDuring the flight, the lady does not cut her toenails or floss her teeth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not slap a flight attendant.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not shout racist abuse.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not sing, babble, or slur her words.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not casually light up a cigarette as if it were 1974.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not perform a sex act on another passenger.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not strip.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not weep.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not vomit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not attempt to open the emergency door midway through the flight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not lose consciousness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe does not die.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e(The airline industry has discovered from painful experience that all these things are possible.)#1 New York Times Bestselling Author","brand":"Crown","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300294971621,"sku":"NP9780593798607","price":30.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593798607.jpg?v=1767728968","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/here-one-moment-isbn-9780593798607","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}