Musical Chairs by Amy Poeppel

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Do you play any instruments?⁣

I was super excited to read Musical Chairs because I used to play the cello, saxophone, and piano for years!

But don’t ask me to play now, cause my style these days is crusty and rusty. 😆⁣

“Poeppel has created a story that is well thought out, well plotted, well written, and fully developed. A delightful novel that celebrates the messiness and joy to be found in real life.”

Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

Musical Chairs was a really fun read of one crazy summer where a sweet ensemble of characters intersect and intertwine as if playing the actual game of the same name. And of course – there is music!

It’s a fun but emotional story of relationships and family drama, and it’s sure to strike a chord with even the most un-musical of readers.⁣

Bridget is about to have the most pitch-perfect of summers with her boyfriend Sterling. But when he breaks up with her via email, she’s left alone in her country home, struggling to find her place. Until her musical partner Will shows up, her kids arrive unannounced, her elderly father announces his marriage, her trio loses it’s violinist, and someone from her past emerges.

Is the summer going to be a stormy ballad of the past and present colliding, or will it be a waltz of happiness and reinvention?⁣

There’s a symphony of secrets, a harmony of humor, and it never loses it’s tempo.

Plus, there’s a dog. ❤️ ⁣

Thank you @suzyapprovedbooktours and @amypoeppel for the gifted book – now in paperback!⁣

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“100% page-turning delight…Pull out a lawn chair and prepare to read this gleefully entertaining novel.”

—Stephen McCauley, author of My Ex-Life

  • Publisher : Atria/Emily Bestler Books (April 13, 2021)
  • Language : English
  • Paperback : 416 pages
  • ISBN-10 : 1501176420
  • ISBN-13 : 978-1501176425
  • Item Weight : 4.8 ounces

About the book:

Bridget and Will have the kind of relationship that people envy: they’re loving, compatible, and completely devoted to each other. The fact that they’re strictly friends seems to get lost on nearly everyone. For three decades, they’ve nurtured their baby, the Forsyth Trio—a chamber group they created as students with their Juilliard classmate Gavin Glantz. In the intervening years, Gavin has gone on to become one of the classical music world’s reigning stars, while Bridget and Will have learned to embrace the warm reviews and smaller venues that accompany modest success.

Bridget has been dreaming of spending the summer at her well-worn Connecticut country home with her boyfriend Sterling. But her plans are upended when Sterling breaks up with her over email, her twin twenty-somethings arrive unexpectedly, and her elderly father announces he’s getting married. She concocts a plan to host her dad’s wedding on her ramshackle property, while putting the Forsyth Trio back into the spotlight. But to catch the attention of the music world, she and Will place their bets on luring back Gavin, whom they’ve both avoided ever since their stormy parting.

“In this funny, profound, and brilliantly alive novel about all the messy, wise, and wonderful chords that love can strike in our lives, Poeppel gathers together fathers and daughters, old flames and new sparks, music, writing and gardening, to explore what it really means to feel at home, and how life can open you up in ways you never saw coming” (Caroline Leavitt, New York Times bestselling author).


About the author:

Amy Poeppel is the author of the novels Small Admissions and Limelight. Her writing has appeared in The New York Times, The Rumpus, Literary Hub, Working Mother, and The Belladonna. She and her husband have three sons and split their time between New York City, Germany, and the wilds of Connecticut.

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