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Evidence of Love [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  McConnell, Melissa
  • Author:  McConnell, Melissa
  • ISBN-10:  0156030586
  • ISBN-10:  0156030586
  • ISBN-13:  9780156030588
  • ISBN-13:  9780156030588
  • Publisher:  Mariner Books
  • Publisher:  Mariner Books
  • Pages:  320
  • Pages:  320
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2005
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2005
  • SKU:  0156030586-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  0156030586-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 102458541
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Catherine and Harry are two high-powered young professionals living in Washington, D.C., and engaged to be married in a few short months. Harry works as a special adviser to the president and Catherine as a publicist for the vice president. Once happy and more-or-less carefree, Harry and Catherine now have such little time for each other that Catherine begins to worry about the future of their relationship, and she wonders what happened to the Harry she met and fell in love with in New York. But when Harry goes missing, she is left to question how much she really knows about him and what he knows of her.

Summoning deeper themes of lost innocence, human relationships, and ultimately how well we know and understand those closest to us, this elegant debut also stirs up the grit of political Washington and reads as a love letter for the romance of New York.

PRAISE FOR EVIDENCE OF LOVE
Melissa McConnell carries you along in her sophisticated, slightly detached and lyrical way, seducing you into the minutiae of the worlds she describes. I found Evidence of Love mesmerizing. - JOHN LAHR, author of SHOW AND TELL
On a Saturday I have to abandon the office to cut down bamboo in my mother's backyard. I know she worries about me. She sits, troubled, in her house on the highest point in Washington, thinking about my springtime spent in a windowless office. Her thirty-three-year-old daughter talks on the telephone all day-as she did as a teenager-her job somehow spun, made up by these patchy, thick conversations, fueled by coffee and ticking clocks. She guesses that I am distracted by the problems of other people, swallowed by their plans, ruined on my blurry trips between the Old Executive Office Building and the West Wing basement, my late-night dashes into glaring power. We never discuss my job, though I can't help thinking she views me from afar as a certain kind of ferry in some ever-near typhoon, her daughter chugging back lƒf