Dance, Gladys, Dance
Twenty-seven-year-old Frieda Zweig is at an impasse. Behind her is a string of failed relationships and half-forgotten ambitions of being a painter; in front of her lies the dreary task of finding a real job and figuring out what "normal" people do with their lives. Then, a classified ad in the local paper introduces Frieda to Gladys, an elderly woman who long ago gave up on her dreams of being a dancer. The catch? Gladys is a ghost.
In Dance, Gladys, Dance, Cassie Stocks tells the uplifting story of a woman whose uncanny connection with a kindred spirit causes her to see her life in a new way — as anything but ordinary. (From NeWest Press)
From the book
Along with my ex, Norman, and possibly some missing-in-action body parts, I'd abandoned my creative spirit in Kentucky too, left it disintegrating underneath a tree beside the Barren River (symbolically enough), buried alongside the last paintings I swore I would ever do.
Ginny had left the newspaper on the kitchen table folded open to the employment section, alongside a conspicuously placed red pen. I sat down at the table and wriggled in the chair. Ginny's condo is the Shrine to Design: titanium white walls, ebony floors, leather furniture, and none of the clocks had numbers.
From Dance, Gladys, Dance by Cassie Stocks ©2012. Published by NeWest Press.