"Light and tight, On Turpentine Lane is constructed with an almost scary mastery."—New York Times Book Review "A diverting delight."—People
"[Lipman] has a way of crafting books so utterly charming that you want to set up residence inside them...On Turpentine Lane quickly becomes a friend."—Seattle Times
At thirty-two, Faith Frankel has returned to her claustro-suburban hometown, where she writes institutional thank-you notes for her alma mater. It's a peaceful life, really, and surely with her recent purchase of a sweet bungalow on Turpentine Lane her life is finally on track. Never mind that her fiancé is off on a crowdfunded cross-country walk, too busy to return her texts (but not too busy to post photos of himself with a different woman in every state). And never mind her witless boss, or a mother who lives too close, or a philandering father who thinks he's Chagall. When she finds some mysterious artifacts in the attic of her new home, she wonders whether anything in her life is as it seems. What good fortune, then, that Faith has found a friend in affable, collegial Nick Franconi, officemate par excellence . . . Elinor Lipman may well have invented the screwball romantic comedy for our era, and here she is at her sharpest and best. On Turpentine Lane is funny, poignant, and a little bit outrageous. "A light but serious antidote to what ails us all these days."—Washington Post
"Delightful! I read it in one day—truly a peak reading experience. Every page was packed with wonders."—Maria Semple
This is a fantastic "beach read." It was a nice break from the "heavy" psychological thrillers I've been reading! This book is a light and funny romantic comedy with a little mystery. The plot is somewhat outrageous but achieving its goal to entertain the reader.
If I hadn't been naive and recklessly trusting, would I ever have purchased 10 Turpentine Lane, a chronic headache masquerading as a charming bungalow?
A waitress was at our table, her apologetic body language conveying that so far she'd sensed no good moment to be asking any of the usual questions, but duty obligated her...
I was afraid to guess, because bad news—especially lately—simply flew in the window in the form of uniformed policemen, brazen women, and the undead.
"You know what's missing?" my father asked. "And what may have been missing all along? I haven't heard anyone mention love."
"The family dynamic...you're all so...hovering." He shook his shoulders as if releasing unwanted possessive hands.
"Light and tight, On Turpentine Lane is constructed with an almost scary mastery."—New York Times Book Review "A diverting delight."—People
"[Lipman] has a way of crafting books so utterly charming that you want to set up residence inside them...On Turpentine Lane quickly becomes a friend."—Seattle Times
At thirty-two, Faith Frankel has returned to her claustro-suburban hometown, where she writes institutional thank-you notes for her alma mater. It's a peaceful life, really, and surely with her recent purchase of a sweet bungalow on Turpentine Lane her life is finally on track. Never mind that her fiancé is off on a crowdfunded cross-country walk, too busy to return her texts (but not too busy to post photos of himself with a different woman in every state). And never mind her witless boss, or a mother who lives too close, or a philandering father who thinks he's Chagall. When she finds some mysterious artifacts in the attic of her new home, she wonders whether anything in her life is as it seems. What good fortune, then, that Faith has found a friend in affable, collegial Nick Franconi, officemate par excellence . . . Elinor Lipman may well have invented the screwball romantic comedy for our era, and here she is at her sharpest and best. On Turpentine Lane is funny, poignant, and a little bit outrageous. "A light but serious antidote to what ails us all these days."—Washington Post
"Delightful! I read it in one day—truly a peak reading experience. Every page was packed with wonders."—Maria Semple
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