Margarettown

usmtown (2)“A droll piece of romantic whimsy, with an unexpected resonance.”—Starred, Kirkus Reviews

The most extraordinary love story you will ever read.

It could be about anyone – you, your parents, your best friends. But it’s not. It’s about a woman called Margaret Towne, and the man who falls in love with her. The day he meets Maggie for the first time is the day he understands what it is to be in love. Deeply, wildly, terminally in love. What he doesn’t know is that loving Maggie means loving many women at once. After a brief, intense courtship the two young lovers set off to meet Maggie’s family: Margaret, Maggie, Marge, Mia and May—five women of different ages, all living together in a house called Margaron, in a place called Margarettown. Nothing in Maggie’s world is quite like anywhere else. Part memoir, part fable, part journey through the many worlds of one woman, Margarettown is a novel about how love takes us over and changes our lives; how it makes lies out of truth and truth out of lies. It is the story of what it takes to love the same person for a lifetime—and about the impossibility of really knowing anything about who it is we have come to love.

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9 thoughts on “Margarettown

  1. Maggie

    Found this book maybe 6 or 7 years ago, and had to read it because my name is Margaret, duh 🙂 best book I’ve ever picked up! I love Margarettown!!

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  2. neartothewildheart

    I read Elsewhere as a teenager, and was recently reintroduced to your work by way of The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry, which had been a Christmas present and the first novel that I’ve been capable of reading start to finish, in years. After that, I sought out Margarettown, which I found at my local library. I would like to never return it.
    This book brought me magic and truth, in a way I had thought impossible to find. Like Margaret, I am someone who deals with mental illness, who feels cursed, unable to live as “a happy, singular, whole person”, and I am someone who is loved by a man who chooses all of the different women I am. An aspect of this curse is that I can rarely find the words to express it: to express what it is to be fragmented, to express the torture of loving and being loved, to express the way home can be found in the world of another person. Even on the occasions that I do have the words in my mouth, I am incapable of speaking them.
    Margarrettown brought me words, it spoke my truth, it revealed the magic in loving someone. I feel more whole as a result of reading it.
    Thank you.

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  3. Marguerite, aka Maggie (but never Marge)

    I found my copy in 2011. Read it. Reread it. Loaned it out. Got it back. I skim it occasionally. It is my favorite book with my name in it.

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