PRAISE FOR ALL THE ACORNS ON THE FOREST FLOOR & KIM HOOPER There are emotional aftershocks with each character’s personal earthquake, aftershocks that shake their lives and force them to consider who they are, what they want, and how they love. There are stories of women who never became mothers (by choice or by fate), women who became mothers in unexpected or nontraditional ways, and women who gave up or lost babies. These are just a few of the stories in All the Acorns on the Forest Floor, a book about the lengths we go to for the love of our children, our spouses, our mothers, our daughters.Īll the Acorns on the Forest Floor is a book of connections between people, connections lost and found, across time and space.
A husband trying to save his marriage from the despair of infertility. So begins the story of three women tied together by tragic fate-a wife trying to understand why her now-comatose husband was frequenting a bar in the middle of the night, the young woman who her husband was apparently pursuing, and a mother who is forced to confront the reality of who her son was and who she is.Ī couple brimming with the hope of a new pregnancy.Ī woman coming to terms with the truth behind her adoption. Then they deliver even worse news: "We have reason to believe your son was the shooter." Two police officers tell her that Jed is dead, shot at the bar. Joyce wakes up to a knock at her front door, a knock she assumes is her wayward son, Jed, who must have lost his keys. When it comes to light that five people were killed, she is burdened with the question of why she survived. Tessa is the twenty-three-year-old bartender who escapes to a backroom storage closet during the shooting. The officer tells her that her husband was involved in a shooting at a local bar, but how can that be possible when her husband is sleeping right next to her? Except when she turns to wake him, he isn't there. When Angie is awakened by a midnight call from an officer with the Boise Police Department, she thinks there must be a misunderstanding.
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