by Belva Plain

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With unerring insight and emotional power, Belva Plain, in her extraordinary novel, tells the story of a family divided and of the proud matriarch who takes a bold last stand to unite her warring children in what may be their last Homecoming.

It is a crisp December day when Annette Byrne walks to the end of her long, curving driveway and drops five sealed envelopes into the mailbox, quickly, before second thoughts stay her hand.  Shortly thereafter, with the holidays approaching, her estranged family will be gathered at her country estate for the first time in years.

The sons. . . two brothers embittered by a breach of ethics, honor, and trust.  The grandchildren. . . one young couple on the verge of divorce; another, lovingly united against the parents who have tarnished their lives.  As the ill-fated meeting hurtles toward a bitter and abrupt conclusion, not even Annette Byrne's indomitable will can heal the rift—until a shattering event alters the landscape forever.

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ISBN-13: 9780440225270
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/13/1998
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 551,956
Product dimensions: 4.15(w) x 6.90(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Belva Plain captured readers' hearts with her first novel, Evergreen, which Delacorte published more than 30 years ago. It topped the New York Times best-seller list for 41 weeks and aired as an NBC-TV miniseries. In total, more than 20 of her books have been New York Times best sellers.

Before becoming a novelist,  Belva Plain wrote short stories for many major magazines, but taking care of a husband and three children did not give her the time to concentrate on the novel she had always wanted to write. When she looked back and said she didn't have the time, she felt as though she had been making excuses. In retrospect, she said, "I didn't make the time." But, she reminded us, during the era that she was raising her family, women were supposed to concentrate only on their children. Today 30 million copies of her books are in print.

A Barnard College graduate who majored in history,  Belva Plain enjoyed a wonderful marriage of more than 40 years to Irving Plain, an ophthalmologist. Widowed for more than 25 years, Ms. Plain continued to reside in New Jersey, where she and her husband had raised their family and which was still home to her nearby children and grandchildren until her death in October 2010.

Date of Birth:

October 9, 1915

Date of Death:

October 12, 2010

Place of Birth:

New York, New York

Place of Death:

Short Hills, New Jersey


B.A., Barnard College

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The desktop was always covered with mail, incoming and outgoing.  Appeals from charities, politicians, whether federal, state, or town, bills and letters from scattered friends, all came flowing.  Sometimes it seemed to Annette that the whole world made connection with her here and asked for response.

She picked up the pen to finish the last of the notes.  Her precise backhand script lay between wide margins, the paper was as smooth as pressed linen, and the dark blue monogram was decorative without possessing too many curlicues.  The whole, even to the back of the envelope, on which her name was engraved—Mrs. Lewis Martinson Byrne, with her address beneath—was pleasing.  E-mail might be the way these days, but there was still nothing as satisfying to send or to receive as a well-written letter; also these days, "Ms."  might be the title of choice for many, but Annette still preferred to be "Mrs.," and that was that.

Having sealed the envelope, she placed it on top of the tidy pile of blue-and-whites, sighed, "There—that's finished," and stood up to stretch.  At eighty-five, even though your doctor said that you were physically ten years younger, you could expect to feel stiff after sitting so long.  Actually, you could expect almost anything, she thought, knowing how to laugh at herself.

Old people were amusing to the young.  Once when she was less than ten years old, her mother had taken her to call on a woman who lived down the country road.  It seemed, as most things did now, like yesterday.

"She's very old, at least ninety, Annette.  She was a married woman with children when Lincoln was president."  

That had meant nothing to Annette.

"My nephew took me out in his machine," the old woman had said.  "We went all the way without a horse."  Marveling, she had repeated, "Without a horse."  

That had seemed ridiculous to Annette.

"So now it's my turn," she said aloud.  "And yet, inside, I don't feel any different from the way I felt when I was twenty."  She laughed again.  "I only look different."  

There she was between the windows, framed in gilt, eternally blond and thirty years old, in a red velvet dress.  Lewis had wanted to display her prominently in the living room, rather than here in the more private library.  But she had objected: portraits were intimate things, not to be shown off before the world.

Facing her and framed in matching gilt on the opposite wall was Lewis himself, wearing the same expression he had worn in life, alert, friendly, and faintly curious.  Often, when she was alone here, she spoke to him.

"Lewis, you would have been amused at what I saw today" (or saddened, or angry).  "Lewis, what do you think about it?  Do you agree?"  

He had been dead ten years, yet his presence was still in the house.  It was the reason, or the chief one, anyway, why she had never moved.

It had been a lively house, filled with the sounds of children, friends, and music, and it was lively still.  Scouts had meetings in the converted barn, and nature-study classes were invited.  Once the place had been a farm, and after that a country estate, one of the less lavish ones in a spacious landscape some two or three hours' drive from New York.  They had bought it as soon as their growing prosperity had allowed.  The grounds, hill, pond, and meadow were treasures and had already been promised after Annette's death to the town, to be kept as a green park forever. That had been Lewis's idea; caring so much about plants and trees, he had built the greenhouse onto the kitchen wing; all their Christmas trees had been live, and now, when you looked beyond the meadow, you saw in a thriving grove fifty years' worth of Scotch pines and spruce.

Of course, it was all too big, but Annette loved it. Especially she loved this room.  It was—what was the word for it?  Cozy, perhaps?  No, that was a poor word to describe it.  Cozy meant too much stuff: too many afghans, plants, and pillows.  This room's walls were covered with books: novels, biography, poetry, and history.  The colors were many quiet shades of blue.  Today, in winter, one dark red amaryllis flourished in an earthenware pot on the desk.

In the corner there was a large dog-bed for the two King Charles spaniels.  They had always kept spaniels.  Roscoe, a gangly, homely mongrel with sorrowful eyes, had a mat of his own. He was completely dependent on Annette, who had found him deserted and hungry on a Caribbean beach.  And she wondered whether, after having lived all these years in comfort, he had any memory of his past misery.  She wondered about animals.  She wondered, in fact, about everything. . . .  But she had better get moving with this pile of letters if they were to be picked up today.

The morning was mild, one of those calm, cold winter mornings without wind, when the pond lay still and lustrous as stainless steel.  Soon, if this cold were to last, it would freeze over. Wearing a heavy jacket and followed by the dogs, she went down the drive to the mailbox at the end.


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Homecoming 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
bmamca36 More than 1 year ago
This is a book about an older women who wants to find peace in her family. There are several members of the family who won't even speak to one another and she is desperate to change that. She invites everyone to her home and then the games begin. It is a heartwarming story and enjoyable reading.
shelleymaMA More than 1 year ago
I love this author can't wait to read the two i have pre order this week.
moonshineandrosefire on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A woman's children are at odds with each other and she tries to trick them and her grandchildren to come home for the last time. What she can't control is their reaction to each other when they come home.I thought this book was a very easy read and I loved it. I give it an A+! I would recommend to readers who like books about families.
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