Overworked Mom Decides To Leave Her Family In New Gayle Forman Novel

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Gayle Forman, author of "Leave Me." (Courtesy of Algonquin Books)
Gayle Forman, author of "Leave Me." (Courtesy of Algonquin Books)

Gayle Forman is known for her young adult books, most notably the bestselling “If I Stay.”

Her first foray into adult fiction is “Leave Me." It centers on New Yorker Maribeth, a working mother of twins who’s so busy she doesn’t notice that she’s having a heart attack. Maribeth’s attempt to recover is hampered by her family’s needs, prompting her to abandon her family and move to Pittsburgh.

Forman joins Here & Now's Robin Young to talk about “Leave Me.”

Book Excerpt: 'Leave Me'

By Gayle Forman

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The cover of "Leave Me," by Gayle Forman. (Courtesy of Algonquin Books)

It had been surprisingly easy.

Maribeth had walked downstairs and hailed a cab, carrying only a hastily packed duffel bag with a few changes of clothing and her medications. She’d left her cell phone, her computer — pretty much everything else — at home. None of that felt necessary anymore. She had e-mailed Jason. An apology? An explanation? She wasn’t sure. By the time she was in the cab, the details of her note had already begun to fade.

“Penn Station,” she told the driver. She had not known that would be her destination until the words came out of her mouth.

Twenty minutes later, she was at the train station. Across the street was a branch of her bank. Maribeth was about to pull cash out from the ATM but instead she wandered into the lobby and asked a teller how much cash she could withdraw.

Twenty-five thousand dollars turned out to be surprisingly porta­ble. It fit snugly into her duffel bag.


When she entered the mildewy cavern of Penn Station, she still hadn’t known where she was going. She’d thought maybe some quaint coastal New England town. And then she saw the departure board.


She bought her ticket for the Pennsylvanian and went to one of the cell phone kiosks for a burner phone (testing out a vocabulary acquired during that one season she’d managed to watch The Wire). The clerk handed her a pay-as-you-go flip phone with a 646 num­ber. She paid for one hundred minutes of talk time. She went into a Duane Reade and bought a bottle of water, a pack of gum, and some lice shampoo, just in case. Then she boarded the train.


When the train emerged onto the Wetlands of New Jersey, Man­hattan glittering in the afternoon sun, Maribeth thought it looked like something from a movie. Which was how it had felt. Like some­thing happening to some actor on a screen. She was not Maribeth Klein, mother, leaving her two young children. She was a woman in a movie going somewhere normal, perhaps a business trip.

On the train, exhaustion overcame her, a different flavor than the dragged-down lethargy that had plagued her back home. It was the floppy satisfying tiredness one gets after a long day of doing nothing in the sun. Using her duffel bag as a pillow, she went to sleep.


When she woke up and went to the café car to get something to eat, she found a discarded City Paper on one of the tables. Inside was a tiny real estate section, with not much advertised, but there was a one-bedroom in a neighborhood called Bloomfield. She called from the train and spoke to the landlord, an elderly sounding man with a thick accent (Italian? Eastern European?) who told her the apartment was available, and not only that, it was furnished. The rent was eight hundred dollars a month. For an extra fifty bucks, she could move in a few days before the first of the month. She took it sight unseen.


She spent her first night in Pittsburgh in a janky motel near the train station. The next morning, she took a taxi to her new apartment and gave the landlord, Mr. Giulio, first month’s rent, one month’s deposit, and signed a month-to-month lease. There was no FBI-level background check required of a New York City rental. No broker free amounting to 15 percent of a year’s rent. Just sixteen hundred dollars. When she paid in cash, Mr. Giulio did not bat an eye.


As for leaving, leaving, leaving Jason, leaving her children, she kept hearing Luca’s words: You have to do that for yourself.

A task assigned to others, falling back to her. In some ways it was comforting.

So leaving them was not exactly easy. But it was something she already knew how to do.

Excerpted from the book LEAVE ME by Gayle Forman. Copyright © 2016 by Gayle Forman. Reprinted with permission of Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill.


Gayle Forman, award-winning author. Her latest book is “Leave Me.” She tweets @gayleforman.

This segment aired on September 6, 2016.


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