When I read One Pink Line by Dina Silver last fall, I instantly fell in love with her style of writing and characters. Dina’s ability to suck me into the story was unique, and since then, I’ve been dying to get my hands on another one of her books (note: also read Kat Fight, and again, witty, smart, and perfectly crafted). I cannot wait to read Finding Bliss, which will be released on July 16.
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Growing up with an alcoholic single mother, she has seen her share of heartbreak and disappointment, and is striving to build a new legacy for herself. After graduating from college, she takes a job working as a summer girl for the Reeds––a wealthy, accomplished family that personifies her American dream. Her summer takes an unexpected turn when the Reeds’ eldest son Tyler, the star quarterback for Notre Dame, shows up and turns her life upside down.
An ambitious young woman with a wry sense of humor, Chloe never imagined herself as the type to succumb to the looks and charms of the hometown hero, but she falls hard for Tyler, and is devastated when they part ways at the end of the summer. As she heads off to law school, Chloe tries to convince herself this was just a fling, but she can’t quite get over him. It’s not until Tyler contacts her out of the blue late one winter night that everything changes.
After doing everything in her power to build the perfect life, Chloe soon learns that there are things beyond her control. She must draw on inner reserves of strength as her life takes unpredictable—and sometimes heartbreaking—twists and turns, and she finds herself faced with decisions she never thought she’d have to make. Poignant, heartfelt, and emotional, Finding Bliss is a reminder that you don’t have to live a fairytale life in order to have a happy ending.
Note from Dina regarding Finding Bliss:
Finding Bliss deals with many “adult” issues, infertility being one of them. Because I have a Google search set up for “one pink line,” I’m always getting posts about infertility and IVF and women’s struggles with conceiving. So, I wanted to write a storyline about it in a way that dealt with the issue honestly and with humor and compassion. It’s a topic that so many women keep to themselves, and I was really eager to give them a voice through this character. Below is an excerpt that deals with this topic, edited slightly to remove character names and avoid spoilers.
I hated feeling sorry for myself, and I hated being jealous even more. I had spent my entire life accepting the hand I’d been dealt, and teaching myself the skills that were necessary to change things. But there I was, given a situation that I couldn’t study for, negotiate with, or purchase. My husband would do his best to try to convince me to be patient. To remind me that it would happen for us when the time was right, but he wasn’t nearly as anxious as I was.
So after five months of officially “trying” and being disappointed every time my period arrived—much like a surprise visit from my mother-in-law—I sought help from my gynecologist.
“I have a what?” I asked Dr. Leonard.
“You have a uterine abnormality,” he told me. “It’s quite common really, and varies among women. Yours is shaped more like a T than the typical pear shape.”
I shook my head. His words were clearly spoken, but made little sense to me. All I heard was: “In addition to your size-ten shoes, you have a strange uterus. Basically, you’re kind of freakish. You’re abnormal. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you.”
“What exactly does a T-shaped uterus mean? Is that why I’m having so much trouble getting pregnant?” I asked him. “Will I be able to get pregnant?”
“Generally speaking, uterine abnormalities don’t affect your ability to become pregnant and give birth. However, it may be more difficult for you to carry your baby for the full nine months of pregnancy. It’s really hard to say at this point.”
I pondered his explanation, but couldn’t worry about carrying a child before I actually conceived one.
“This is going to sound stupid, but is there anything else I should be doing to get pregnant other than having sex?” I asked.
He smiled at me and my T-shaped uterus.
“I’ve tried using ovulation kits once or twice, and lying with my feet elevated after sex,” I continued. Little did he know I’d nearly perfected my post-intercourse headstand.
“You can always try artificial insemination if you’re feeling discouraged.”
And with that suggestion, our mission began—and our fun newlywed sex ended.
Over the course of a year, we tried four artificial inseminations, during which time I became addicted to pregnancy kits. My doctor had warned me not to use them, insisting that the results would be skewed, but I was obsessed. The insemination process consisted of me sitting on the examination table waiting for José, the lab technician, to roll in the ultrasound machine, which was basically a dildo with a camera. By law, José was not allowed to insert it inside of me, so I was left to do the task myself . . . with José cheering me on. Once the wand was in position, my body would tense up like a cat being forced to wear a sweater. I became immobile and frozen, unable to move or breathe comfortably, just praying the whole thing would end quickly. Pride had become a distant memory . . . as had fun newlywed sex. Even as a young girl I had always been modest, never one to flaunt my cleavage or wear short skirts to accentuate my long legs. Yet, there I was at the ripe old age of thirty with my legs spread and my crotch on display for anyone with a white lab coat.
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