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082	1		_aFIC TYL _2
100	1		_aTyler, Anne
245	1	0	_aBack when we were grownups _c/ Anne Tyler
260			_aNew York _b: Alfred A. Knopf _c, c2001
300			_a274 p. _c; 21 cm
520			_aOnce upon a time, there was a woman who discovered that she had turned into the wrong person. The woman is Rebecca Davitch, a fifty-three-year-old grandmother. Is she an impostor in her own life? she asks herself. Is it indeed her own life? Or is it someone else's? On the surface, Beck, as she is known to the Davitch clan, is outgoing, joyous, a natural celebrator. Giving parties is, after all, her vocatio - something she slipped into even before finishing college, when Joe Davitch spotted her at an engagement party in his family's crumbling nineteenth-century Baltimore row house, where giving parties was the family business. What caught his fancy was that she seemed to be having such a wonderful time. Soon this large-spirited older man, a divorcé with three little girls, swept her into his orbit, and before she knew it she was embracing his extended family plus a child of their own, and hosting endless parties in the ornate, high-ceilinged rooms of The Open Arms. Now, some thirty years later, after presiding over a disastrous family picnic, Rebecca is caught un-awares by the question of who she really is. How she answers it - how she tries to recover her girlhood self, that dignified grownup she had once bee - is the story told in this beguiling, funny, and deeply moving novel
546			_aEnglish
650		4	_aEntertaining _x--Maryland _z--Baltimore _y--Fiction
650		4	_aSelf-actualization (Psychology) _v--Fiction
651		4	_aBaltimore (MD) _v-Fiction
655			_aDomestic fiction
942			_cMO
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