Read an excerpt from Ann Napolitano’s heart-breaking and heart-mending novel Hello Beautiful
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Penguin Random House has shared an excerpt from Hello Beautiful by Ann Napolitano!

Spanning decades and generations, Hello Beautiful captures what it means to be a family – the joy and tragedy, the deep trust and devastating betrayals.

Split apart by stubbornness and heartbreak, the Padavano family scatters across the country. Will the love and loyalty that once rooted them be strong enough to draw them back together?

About the book

A rich, compassionate tale of four sisters and the love affair that fractures their family.

Best friends and sisters, the four Padvano girls are thought of as inseparable by everyone in their close-knit Chicago neighbourhood. Julia, the eldest, is a planner. Sylvie, the dreamer, is happiest with her nose in a book and imagines a life for herself other than the expected path of wife and mother. Cecelia and Emmeline, the twins, are the artist and the caregiver. From childhood, the four sisters complete each other. But when Julia falls in love with William Walters, their lives change. As William falls into darkness, it is Sylvie, not Julie, who steps in to help.

Hello Beautiful is a heart-breaking and heart-mending novel that asks: can love make a broken family whole?

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Read an excerpt:

For the first six days of William Waters’s life, he was not an only child. He had a three-year-old sister, a redhead his parents named Caroline after John F Kennedy’s daughter. There were home videos of Caroline in which William’s father was laughing, a sound William never heard again.

His father’s face looked open, and the tiny redhead, who pulled her dress over her face and ran in giggling circles in one of the movies, was apparently the reason. Caroline developed a fever and cough while William and his mother were in the hospital, after his birth. When they came home, the little girl seemed to be on the mend, but the cough was still bad, and when her parents went into her room to get her one morning, they found her dead in her crib.

William’s parents never mentioned Caroline, while William was growing up. There was one photograph of her on the end table in the living room, which William traveled to occasionally, in order to convince himself that he’d actually had a sister. The family moved to a navy-shingled house on the other side of Newton – a suburb of Boston –and in that house, William was an only child. His father was an accountant who worked long hours downtown. With his daughter gone, the man’s face never opened again. William’s mother smoked cigarettes and drank neat bourbon in the living room, sometimes alone and sometimes with a female neighbor. She had a collection of ruffled aprons that she wore while preparing meals, and she became agitated whenever one became stained or messy.

‘Maybe you shouldn’t wear the aprons while you cook,’ William said once, when his mother was red-faced and on the verge of tears over a dark blotch of gravy on the fabric. ‘You could tuck a dishtowel in your belt instead, like Mrs Kornet does.’

His mother looked at him as if he’d spoken in Greek. William said, ‘Mrs Kornet, who lives next door? Her dishtowel?’

From the age of five, William would walk to the nearby park most afternoons with a basketball, because basketball, unlike baseball or football, was an activity he could play alone. There was a neglected outdoor court that usually had a hoop free, and he would shoot for hours, pretending he was a Celtics player. Bill Russell was his favorite, but to be Russell you needed someone else to block or defend against. Sam Jones was the best shooter, so William was usually Jones. He tried to imitate the guard’s perfect shooting form, and pretended the trees that surrounded the court were cheering fans.