When Dawn moved from Southern California to rainy, rural, Washington state in 1976, love took a backseat to worries about fitting in at her new school. Over time, her friendship with the boy next door grew until she realized she had found her first love without ever looking for it. Their sweet romance turned sour in 1979, and she said good-bye to that first love, apparently forever.
Twenty seven years later, a chance run-in led Dawn to question whether or not first love can really last and if she can find her own happily ever after. If you remember your first love, what it was like growing up in a small town where everyone knew your secrets, or the simpler times growing up in the seventies, you will find much to relate to in Both Sides Now.
Both Sides Now has sold exceptionally well since its release in July of 2013. There are currently over 100,000 copies of it on Kindles world wide. It was nominated for a RONE Award from InD'Tale Magazine and was chosen as an Honorable Mention in the Contemporary Romance category.
The instruction sheet had said not to eat breakfast. That was good advice, because when Dad turned into the parking lot of the Planned Parenthood building, I started to feel sick to my stomach. He found a parking spot by the front door of the building, turned to Mom and said, “I’ll wait here.”
She nodded at him, and we got out and sloshed through the puddles and rain to reach the double glass doors. There was a waiting room inside, with uncomfortable chairs and benches and a lady sitting behind a desk. A rack held pamphlets with helpful titles like Sex and the Adolescent. If I hadn’t been so queasy, I might have laughed at that. Instead I couldn’t manage anything but a grimace.
Mom walked up to the lady behind the desk and said, “We have an appointment. It will be under Dawn Welch.”
The lady checked her appointment log, nodded, and handed Mom a clipboard with some forms. “Fill these out, please,” she said.
Mom scribbled for a few minutes, then handed me the clipboard and a wad of money. I took both up to the lady behind the desk and handed them to her.
“Just a moment,” she said. “I’ll get you your receipt.”
I said, “Thank you,” and sat down. I closed my eyes and pretended I was somewhere else. Anywhere else. I was afraid I was going to throw up all over the clean tile floor.
A few minutes later, a nurse in a white uniform opened a door and said, “Dawn? Dawn Welch?”
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Already translated.
Translated by Lidia Capone
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