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Some kind of miracle
Dart, Iris Rainer.
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New York : William Morrow, [2003]

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285 pages ; 24 cm
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Cousins Dahlia and Sunny Gordon were best friends growing up, bound by a shared love for making music that was as pure, powerful, and radiant as the California sunshine. When Dahlia's soulful lyrics combined with Sunny's soaring melodies, magic happened, and they promised they would stick together all the way to the top. But a darkness was already descending on Sunny, one that would ultimately plunge her into a nightmare of solitude and schizophrenia. And after their lives were torn apart, a quarter of a century would pass before the cousins would meet again.

After long years of fruitless struggle, Dahlia still dreams of making it in the L.A. music business, a dream that comes to rest on one song. A lucky break has brought a composition she and Sunny wrote long ago to the attention of a powerful Hollywood producer. Desperate for success, Dahlia must find her cousin in order to secure the rights to the song that will win her fame and great fortune.But the world Sunny Gordon now inhabits is a place of madness and despair, and her obstinate refusal to sign a contract only infuriates Dahlia and strengthens her resolve. There are no depths Dahlia will not sink to in order to get what she wants -- even if it means moving her tragically damaged cousin, demons and all, into her own home.

Yet selfish motives and greed are, remarkably, leading Dahlia somewhere she never imagined she'd go. For the first time since she was a girl -- and perhaps the first time ever -- she will have to put someone else's needs before her own, and her life will be unexpectedly transformed in the process.

And sometimes, even when real life reaches its cruelest and lowest ebb, miracles do happen ...

Author Notes

Iris Rainer Dart's early writings included a collaboration on a script for the 60's television show That Girl. Her first novel, The Boys in the Mail Room (1980), was loosely based on the life of her first husband, concert promoter Steve Wolf. Her best known work, Beaches (1985), was the story of a life-long friendship between two women of vastly different backgrounds. In 1988 it was made into a successful film and inspired Dart to write a sequel, I'll Be There (1991).

(Bowker Author Biography)

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Booklist Review

She may not write the songs the whole world sings, but budding songwriter Dahlia Green has had one bona fide hit and is on the verge of a second. Trouble is, she can't take sole credit for the song that has caught the ear of a Hollywood producer; this she shares with her cousin, Sunny, a schizophrenic who has been out of Dahlia's life for 25 years. Getting Sunny's signature is the ticket to Dahlia's dreams of stardom, and like other visions of a golden life, will be nearly impossible to obtain. As Dart turns to the heady world of entertainment for her familiar themes of love, family, and friendship, she shines the spotlight on the recording industry and a love of music that offers both her unsettled young women characters a means of escape. Despite the predictability of its conclusions, Dart's latest novel unexpectedly excels at shedding light on the dark subject of schizophrenia. By transforming Dahlia's selfish ambition into selfless empathy for her cousin's illness, Dart again demonstrates her considerable talent for showcasing sympathetic characters facing serious situations with grace and aplomb. --Carol Haggas Copyright 2003 Booklist

Publisher's Weekly Review

In this show-biz drama by the author of Beaches, two first cousins and former best friends rekindle their friendship while struggling with questions of mental illness, genius and personal integrity. As teenagers, Sunny and Dahlia Gordon created an intense bond though a shared love of music. Sunny, five years older than Dahlia, is the wilder and by far the more creative of the two, and her talent inspires Dahlia to write lyrics. Their music is good, and their friendship singular, but when Sunny's eccentricities devolve into a dangerous mental illness and her well-meaning family can no longer cope with her, she is placed in a mental institution. The cousins lose contact with each other until 25 years later, when Dahlia is living in Los Angeles and earning a living as a masseuse while trying to sell her songs. Possessed of an ambitious pragmatism that allows her to slide easily into ethical lapses, Dahlia reconnects with Sunny, who is living in a halfway house in San Diego, in order to get a song out of her. From this point on, the women are together again, each helping the other find her way out of desperate situations. Dart keeps the story moving at a fast clip with generous helpings of weddings, funerals, sing-alongs and spontaneous disrobings of the (gorgeous) Sunny. These made-for-the-movies moments are balanced by Dahlia's acerbic wit, making this an entertaining if formulaic read. (Nov.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

Library Journal Review

Dahlia wants to find her cousin Sonny, but her motives aren't exactly pure. She's hoping that Sonny will forgo the rights to a song they cowrote years ago so that Dahlia can jumpstart her failing career as a songwriter. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.



Some Kind of Miracle A Novel Chapter One Most of the guests arrived at about four, parking their cars up and down Moorpark Street, slowly trailing in, carrying bouquets of flowers or white bakery boxes tied with string. Dahlia looked at the clock on the mantel again, relieved that it was already five-thirty and there hadn't been even the tiniest incident yet. She was sure the success of the day was thanks to the fact that all the fingers on both her hands were tightly crossed. For an hour and a half, she'd kept her hands in her pockets so nobody could see them, because her mother always laughed when she did superstitious things like that. But this time it was actually working. Thanks to her crossed fingers, any outsider who happened to look in the window might think this was an ordinary family gathering. No Sunny locking herself in the bathroom screaming out death threats to everyone at the party by name, no Sunny keening and wailing about how some unidentified "they" were after her. No Sunny frantically rushing around the house destroying every breakable item in her path. Today there was just the music. Just Dahlia and Sunny sitting at the baby grand piano singing their best songs, surrounded by friends and family. Everyone seemed to love the new one they'd finished writing just that morning as Sunny belted out each verse in her big, husky voice. And every time she came to the chorus, Dahlia chimed in, harmonizing in her pure, childlike voice, their sound enchanting the friends and family who swayed to the music, smiling. Most of them were gazing at Sunny, probably wondering how a pink-skinned, blue-eyed blonde like her could have been born into this olive-skinned, dark-haired family. "Recessive genes," Uncle Max said with a shrug when anyone asked him. "The milkman," Aunt Ruthie joked with a grin when anyone asked her. Dahlia didn't get why everyone always laughed at that. Sunny was seventeen and curvy, and her long, wavy hair was as white as the piano keys she stroked and pressed and cajoled until glorious tunes rose from them. Tunes she fashioned from her tormented psyche. And always, from the moment her graceful fingers began to play until the last song was over, nobody who was listening ever yawned or stole a glance at the clock, wondering when she would finish. They were much too caught up in the spell of the songs, the way she delivered them and the way their melodies transported her. But Sunny never saw their awestruck gazes, because she was far away in what she sometimes called the "secret garden" of her songs. "Music isn't just something I play or write," she told Dahlia many times. "It's a place where I get to go." And it was clear when the others watched the way she threw back her head and closed her eyes as she played and sang that she was unquestionably elsewhere, gone into some parallel world where none of the rest of them could travel, including the twelve-year-old Dahlia singing along, pale and dark and looking particularly frail because of the inevitable comparison to the dazzling Sunny. Usually when the song was over and Sunny turned to discover the relatives fishing in their pockets and purses for handkerchiefs to wipe their teary eyes, she laughed an embarrassed laugh at their emotional reaction and told them they were "too cute." Today while the girls were singing their original "Stay by My Side," Dahlia spotted Aunt Ruthie making an O with her thumb and fore finger and holding it up to Uncle Max to say, "So far so good," and she was sure everyone else in the room was thinking that same thought. Unfortunately, it was only a few minutes after the performance, while Dahlia stood at the buffet table hoping nobody noticed she was sneaking slices of corned beef from her own plate and feeding them to Arthur the dog, that the shrill cry went up from Aunt Ethel warning the others that they were on the brink of another Sunny emergency. And Dahlia hated herself for uncrossing her fingers so she could eat. "Maxieeeee!" Aunt Ethel squealed, causing everyone in the room to look up from his or her sandwich. "Naked" was the only word Dahlia's mother's sister could get out as she dropped her paper plate on an end table and headed for the screen door to the front porch. All the family members left their own plates behind, rushing outside to look west toward Coldwater Canyon, where Sunny was now sprinting away from the house wearing only the red rubber band that held her white-blond hair in a ponytail. All of them lined up on the porch looking down the wide street after her except Sunny's older brother, Louie, who could chronicle his entire life, after the age of five, around landmark Sunny emergencies and was no longer fazed by them. Louie stayed inside, filled his plate from the tray of sweets, and turned on the TV to watch a baseball game. Now Sunny was halfway down the block dodging traffic, and Dahlia was relieved that the most anyone in the family could see of her was her very white back and her pretty white tush bouncing along as she moved down Moorpark Street, the long ponytail swaying from side to side against her white shoulders. Many of the astonished drivers who had just passed Sunny now drove by the family, red-faced and tugging at their rearview mirrors to get another look. Dahlia saw Uncle Max hurry back inside the house, letting the screen door slam behind him. An instant later the door flew open and he bolted out onto the porch, now hanging on to the floral-print throw Aunt Ruthie always flung over the couch when company came, in case anyone spilled food from the buffet ... Some Kind of Miracle A Novel . Copyright © by Iris Dart. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Some Kind of Miracle by Iris Rainer Dart All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.