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Review: Nowhere But Home by Liza Palmer

I have come to look forward to the latest Liza Palmer book with a vigorous sort of yearning. I discovered her through the hilarious and thoughtful Seeing Me Naked, and I did not look back. I've loved each of Palmer's previous four novels, but this one . . . I think this one is my favorite. It's certainly the one I had the most trouble letting go of, both when I had to stop reading to deal with some real life matter and when I finished the final satisfying page and realized it was over. And this time, as I was sitting there mourning the loss of the characters and my time with them, I started thinking about the adult contemporary authors writing today that I have these feelings for. I've read each book they've written. I've loved them all. And I am at the point where if they have a new book coming out, I buy it. End of story. And you know what? Liza Palmer and Sarah Addison Allen were the two names that stuck in my mind. For their charm, their depth, and their wonderful, wonderful consistency, I am a permanent fan. So there.

Her mother named her Queen Elizabeth Wake. And that first magnificent unkindness sort of exemplifies the whole ghastly course of Queenie's life to date. Always the outcast, along with her big sister Merry Carole, Queenie got the hell out of North Star, Texas just as soon as she possibly could. With a list of regrets a mile long, she struck out for something better. And since that fateful day, it's been a long string of cities and restaurants with no real place to call home. She inherited a knack for cooking from her dissolute mother, but she always winds up on the wrong end of a customer's fool request or a hotel manager's disfavor. After her last spectacular crash and burn, Queenie is forced to pack up her things and return to North Star. Merry Carole stayed and chose to raise her son alone, despite the town's vicious gossip. And though Queenie can't fault her for it, she's determined not to get sucked back in. She'll stay just long enough to find her feet again. And she'll do it as far under the radar as she possibly can. Of course, returning home means returning to every old scandal that town and its uber-traditional inhabitants never forgave her for. It also means running into Everett Coburn again. And that may be the one thing Queenie won't survive. That is until she is offered a job cooking last meals on death row at the local prison . . .

Good night nurse, I loved this book. And it started (as it often does with Palmer's novels) with the following epigraph from The Age of Innocence:
Each time you happen to me all over again.
Right there. Right there I knew this book was going to have its way with me. I was reminded of that line from  The Jane Austen Book Club where Prudie cries, "High school is never over." I knew it would be the same for Queenie. She's so strong-willed and weary that I immediately had her back. And I was enormously gratified to see that her sister Merry Carole (and her sweet nephew Cal) did, too. In fact, possibly the most luminous thing about Nowhere But Home is the exquisitely rendered relationship between these two sisters. Scarred by their growing up years or not, they are survivors in the most visceral sense of the word. I just loved them. And every small scene in which they spoke quietly in the kitchen or awkwardly pressed through their grief at a summer social was a work of art. By the time I was 50 pages in, I'd marked so many pages I was losing track. And then there's Everett. And the last meals. As if two adult sisters struggling to stay above their grief and years of bitterness wasn't enough. Palmer also serves up an old flame worth sighing over and the wide open wound that is working on death row. As for Everett, here's one of my favorite scenes in which he makes an appearance:
"Queenie, come on. He's ridiculous," Everett says, motioning out to where Hudson is standing with the other men.

"I like him. He's nice," I say.

"You like him and he's nice," Everett repeats, slamming his beer down a bit too hard on Reed's tiled counter.

"Yeah. I like him and he's nice. Is that so revolutionary?" I ask.

"Is his shirt tucked in or isn't it? Did he go to the bathroom and not quite tidy himself up after? I mean, I don't get what that look is about," Everett says, gesticulating wildly at Hudson and the offending plaid shirt.

"What's happening over there?" I ask.

"Nothing," Everett says. His voice subdued. Caught.

"How was that nice lady your parents were setting you up with on Sunday? Talk about ridiculous," I say, walking past him and out toward the backyard. Everett reaches out and stops me. He leans down and speaks softly, intimately, into my ear.

"Go ahead and have your fun with Mr. I Like Him and He's Nice. I know how this ends and so does he." Everett's eyes are locked on mine. Green, brown, and yellow pinwheels intense and focused.

"So does he what?" Hudson asks, standing in the open French doors, partygoers hustling past him. Everett straightens and approaches Hudson. In that moment, I honestly don't know what Everett is going to do.

"Everett Coburn," Everett says, extending his hand to Hudson.

"Hudson Bishop," Hudson says, shaking his hand. Everett looms over Hudson, I'm sure reveling in the few inches of height he's got on him.

Oh. My. God.

"I was just saying that I knew how this thing between you two ends," Everett says, his voice low and threatening. He folds his arms and juts his chin high. I'm speechless. I'm struck dumb.

"It seems the only thing between us two is you," Hudson says, walking over to where I am. He slides his arm around my waist and tilts his head just so.

"Damn right," Everett says.

Everett flicks his gaze from Hudson to me and turns and walks outside.

"He seems cool," Hudson says, walking into the kitchen and pulling a couple of beers from the cooler.

"Yeah, he's super sweet."
So, you see. Humor and tension. In equally tangible amounts. Which leads me to the last meals. Each chapter title was a meal. Sometimes it was what Queenie herself ate that day. And sometimes it was the last meal request from a prisoner about to die. At the beginning of those chapters, I had to take a deep breath before continuing on. Palmer handles the whole thing very well, and Queenie's evolving reactions to her job and its ramifications felt entirely organic to me, suffocating in their realness. Her time at the prison forces her to learn a whole new language for letting go. And, somehow, it all ties in to her unfinished issues with her mother, with Everett, and with every grudge she ever held. This book disrupted my focus in the best way. I simply had to curl up with it and accompany Queenie on her unenviable journey. As always with a Liza Palmer story, the painful and the beautiful walk hand in hand. Everything from the relationship between the sisters to the breathless love story to the mouth-watering food is carefully orchestrated and perfectly delivered. Nowhere But Home waltzed onto my Best of 2013 list before the dust had settled. Recommended for fans of Friday Night Lights, comfort food, and top-notch storytelling.

Book Hooked Blog - "Highly recommend it."
Kritters Ramblings - "I fell in love with Queenie Wake and her quirky family."


  1. Really? I didn't even know she had a new book out! And now I am so excited to read this one - I always need large quantities of humor and tension in my life.

    1. Ooh, yes she does! And you do not want to miss it, Michelle. I just loved it.

  2. You had me at Sarah Addison Allen, but you killed me with that first quote. Sounds like a lovely book. I mean, your review alone is giving me all the feelings!

    1. That first quote just encapsulates the whole lovely thing. Hope you enjoy it, Brie!

      And yay for SAA! I can't wait for her next book. Do you have a favorite of hers?

  3. "Recommended for fans of Friday Night Lights."


    1. I was thinking of you, lady. :)

  4. Why have I not gotten to this yet? I've had it for some time... I only skimmed your review but I can't wait now.

    1. I thought you had it. Yeah, it's worth sinking into sometime soon for sure.

  5. I love the cover! I've never read any of her books, but this sounds so good. Thanks for the review.

    1. It's a good cover. She always has good ones, which is so nice. Especially when I'm trying to convince others to read them. :)

  6. How do you do this??? How do you find these quirky books that I wind up loving? I gotta get this!

  7. This sounds like just the thing to tide me over until Sarah Addison Allen's new book comes out!

    I absolutely love the passage you quoted - tension!

    1. It is an excellent choice to get you through till the next SAA. I keep checking to see if it has a cover yet. *sigh*

      I'm so glad you liked that passage, too. It happens fairly early on and it was the one that made me certain I was going to get along with this book (and characters) just fine.

  8. Anonymous10:50 AM

    Ahhhh Angie, looks like this is something that I need to read as soon as I can! I can still remember how much I enjoyed reading Seeing Me Naked. I had no idea that this one has been released, I should find a way to get a copy. It doesn't hurt that the book has a pretty cover.

    1. You do! You do! I really think it is my favorite Liza Palmer. Though I really need to reread Seeing Me Naked to be sure. I loved that one a lot.

  9. So, I just finished this and I am DYING over how much I loved it. Wowwowowow.

    Also, this has to be the best line ever (Hudson was a creep!):

    "How about you save your condescending, dimestore psychoanalytic bullshit for a time when you don't have Barbie Fucksalot waiting for you."

    1. REALLY? Yay! I'm so glad to hear that. It did a number on me.

      Love that line. Hudson . . . gah. Everett . . . win.


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