Happens Every Day
An All-Too-True Story
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Isabel Gillies had a wonderful life -- a handsome, intelligent, loving husband; two glorious toddlers; a beautiful house; the time and place to express all her ebullience and affection and optimism. Suddenly, that life was over. Her husband, Josiah, announced that he was leaving her and their two young sons.
When Josiah took a teaching job at a Midwestern college, Isabel and their sons moved with him from New York City to Ohio, where Isabel taught acting, threw herself into the college community, and delighted in the less-scheduled lives of toddlers raised away from the city. But within a few months, the marriage was over. The life Isabel had made crumbled. "Happens every day," said a friend.
Far from a self-pitying diatribe, Happens Every Day reads like an intimate conversation between friends. Gillies has written a dizzyingly candid, compulsively readable, ultimately redemptive story about love, marriage, family, heartbreak, and the unexpected turns of a life. On the one hand, reading this book is like watching a train wreck. On the other hand, as Gillies herself says, it is about trying to light a candle instead of cursing the darkness, and loving your life even if it has slipped away. Hers is a remarkable new voice -- instinctive, funny, and irresistible.
Very real encounter of an all too often story
Ms. Gilles writes a very real and heartfelt encounter of her husbands affair and subsequent divorce. Quick read and therapeutic of you are or have gone through a divorce.
I think maybe the access that Isabel Gillies has to her emotions from acting is communicated directly in her writing; very honest natural and believable. "Postcards" without the celebrity.
Beautiful & raw
Thank you for sharing and expressing so candidly. I felt like you were writing about me! I am also healed and far removed from my painful divorce, but not fortunate to have met my man yet. I still hope to meet him. In the interim, I choose to light a candle.