It only takes ordinary miracles to change your life.
Jasmine Smith: forty next month and not ready for it; married to a man she likes and not prepared to give up on love; smothered by life's mundanity, and yet drawn towards its mystery. She wants the sort of love that makes her feel more alive, she wants wild sex in stalle d lifts with film stars. She wants something else....
Jasmine Smith is in desperate need of a miracle. And with the help of an adventurous school friend, a man called Charlie and a pig called Rosie she is about to find one.
A sharp, funny, moving novel and an exhilarating invitation to step out of quiet desperation and re-discover the magic in life and in love.
I canât believe Iâll be forty next month.
Forty seems something you should be ready for â not something that lands smug and like-it-or not in your life â along with Gillian McKeith.
Bruce bought me one of her books to boost my morale. Itâs not the kind of publication I would have purchased myself. I tend towards books with embarrassing titles such as No Need to Panic: Courageous Acts of Change in Womenâs Lives. Still, it was a kind thought. One of the occasional small acts that show Bruce may still love me in his way, though there isnât much romance left in our relationship. âYou know what, Jasmine,â he announced happily on our nineteenth anniversary, âone of the great pleasures of marriage is being with someone you can fart with.â
When he came he used to shout âOh God!â These days he just says âAhâ. He scarcely glances at me when Iâm in the shower. When we first got married he used to love the way I squeezed spermicide around the inside of my diaphragm. I did it with such fierce concentration, he said, that I looked like I was making an airfix model. Now he likes watching me watch television. He says I make funny faces without knowing it.
I like that he likes that. And I like that he thinks he can sing when he canât. But like doesnât make my heart leap. Like isnât what that woman felt when that photographer from the National Geographic landed on her doorstep in Madison County. Of course itâs nice to day-dream that exactly the same thing might happen here in Glenageary but, frankly, there arenât enough bridges. There are lots of burned ones all right, but you canât photograph those.
Now that my daughter Katieâs at college in Galway the mornings seem very quiet. I miss that moment when, having got her off to school, I made myself a cuppa and turned on the radio. Back then time to myself was something I snatched and savoured â now thereâs a lot of it about and I must work out what to do with it.
Of course I have my animal rights and adult literacy, and then thereâs the housekeeping and fantasising about the actor Mell Nichols. And thereâs missing people â missing myself even â that takes up a lot of time.
Sometimes, when I feel like this, I go upstairs and open the cupboard where I keep Katieâs toys. I gave some away but Iâve kept the ones I liked. I wind up the little hen and watch her pecking her way along the carpet and falling over, and then I give Teddy a hug and tell him not to be lonely, that I still care.
You wouldnât think to look at me that all this stuff is going on in my head. Apparently I appear very settled and cheerful â not at all wistful. The thing is I donât think I can keep all this to myself much longer.
I think it may start leaking out.
Itâs time for my morning cuppa. I plug in the kettle and turn on the radio, where a woman is talking about how her husband urinates in the bath. Then the news comes on and I remember Iâm supposed to be meeting Susan and Anne at eleven. I wonder if I should change out of my jeans, but I donât have time.
Funny, heartwarming and special.
Ordinary Miracles has that rare combination of depth, honesty and witâ¦and all of this backed by a deliciously soft, gentle and loving humourâ¦If you try one new author, try Grace Wynne-Jones.
Ordinary Miracles is about relationships and love and sex and a little bit of guilt. Jasmine is a worried and witty heroineâ¦an engagingly high-spirited and perceptive debut.