Clean Break: A Novel and over one million other books are available for Amazon Kindle. Learn more
  • List Price: $15.00
  • Save: $1.50 (10%)
FREE Shipping on orders over $35.
Only 1 left in stock (more on the way).
Ships from and sold by
Gift-wrap available.
Add to Cart
FREE Shipping on orders over $35.
Used: Like New | Details
Sold by TheBookendShop
Condition: Used: Like New
Comment: Book looks new and appears to be unread! May or may not have a remainder mark. Spine has no signs of creasing. Recycle a Book! For your convenience this book will ship from the Amazon warehouse and is eligible for FREE Super Saver/Prime Shipping. Your satisfaction is guaranteed. Thank you for shopping at The Bookend Shop!
Add to Cart
Have one to sell? Sell on Amazon
Flip to back Flip to front
Listen Playing... Paused   You're listening to a sample of the Audible audio edition.
Learn more
See this image

Clean Break: A Novel Paperback – June 5, 2012

See all 2 formats and editions Hide other formats and editions
Amazon Price New from Used from
"Please retry"
"Please retry"
$2.96 $0.01

Frequently Bought Together

Clean Break: A Novel + Stash
Price for both: $25.98

Buy the selected items together
  • Stash $12.48

Customers Who Bought This Item Also Bought


Hero Quick Promo
Browse in Books with Buzz and explore more details on selected titles, including the current pick, "The Good Girl" by Mary Kubica.

Product Details

  • Paperback: 384 pages
  • Publisher: Broadway Books (June 5, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 030771683X
  • ISBN-13: 978-0307716835
  • Product Dimensions: 7.9 x 5.1 x 0.8 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 9.6 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 3.9 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (55 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,410,996 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

Editorial Reviews

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.




Imaginary Friend


You can’t ask your nine-­year-­old for advice on how to conjure up an imaginary friend, but it might be nice to have such a companion. A confidant for sharing private feelings. A soul mate for lonely nights. Spencer didn’t seem worse for it, most of the time. In fact, since he’d taken Kathy as his friend, he had become a better listener and made eye contact when speaking with Celeste. He never complained of being bored. He performed better in school.

Celeste researched the subject and believed Spencer adopted an imaginary friend to help work through his father’s absence. The therapist she’d taken him to agreed with this assessment, although other self-­proclaimed experts on the Internet stated that age nine was too old for such make-­believe, potentially indicating an inability to separate fantasy from reality.

How about age thirty-­four? What would the experts say if Celeste adopted a pretend pal? She wouldn’t mind a break from reality. She could use some comforting.

“Spencer,” she called from the bottom of the stairs. “What are you doing up there?”

No response, although she could hear him talking.

She climbed the stairs and found him in the hallway sprawled across one of the stuffed plastic garbage bags, rocking back and forth as if on a raft in the water, his face buried in his book, reading aloud.

“Chet Baker’s real name was Chesney,” Spencer said, not looking up from the page. “He started playing trombone, but it was too big so he switched to trumpet, just like me.”

“He was a talented trumpeter, just like you,” Celeste said, kneeling next to her son. He turned to her with his round blue eyes that were so much like Adam’s. Along with his straight, dark hair and angular jaw and sloped nose, Spencer was practically a clone of his father, other than the lush smile and full lips he’d gotten from Celeste.

“Now I need your talents to help carry those bags,” Celeste said. “They have our sheets and towels.”

“Okay, Mom.” Spencer obediently closed his book and stood and lifted one of the bags, holding it from underneath with both arms. He negotiated the stairs and waddled out the front door, straining under the bag’s bulk. Celeste lifted the other one and followed him down.

Stephen returned from loading the truck. “We’ve got room for a few more things,” he said. “A small piece of furniture, if you want.”

Her friends from around the corner—­Emery and Stephen Weber—­were helping, Emery having volunteered her husband, along with his pickup truck. Celeste’s move didn’t fit the usual protocol for Brookfield’s Cider Mill neighborhood, where residents hired big moving companies that arrived with long, padded vans and muscular men who wrapped and carried every item. By contrast, Celeste, along with Emery and Stephen, managed to jam a bed and dresser each for her and Spencer, a love seat and chair, three lamps, plus their clothes, Celeste’s computer and desk, basic kitchen equipment, and Spencer’s games and books into two loads in the back of Stephen’s truck on an autumn Saturday morning while neighborhood kids played in the street, fathers paused in their leaf-­raking to watch, and mothers pushing strollers stared as they walked past.

Celeste was a few anxious moments away from abandoning her home of ten years. A two-­and-­a-­half-­story Craftsman built in 1910, with a wraparound front porch, plush lawn, and private backyard fenced by an evergreen hedge. Just forty-­five minutes by train to Grand Central Station on the Hudson line, an easy commute for Adam when he still worked in Manhattan; and for Celeste, a safe, idyllic community with her closest friends on the same block and one of the top elementary schools in the state for her son to attend. The house had been too big for the three of them, but at one time she and Adam planned to have more children. They would raise a large family and grow old in this house, they would pay off the mortgage, their grandchildren would visit. If needed, they’d install a wheelchair ramp someday and one of them would lovingly care for the other.

She took a quick survey—­what else to take? She hadn’t made a dent in removing their possessions, not surprising considering she was moving out of a 3,000-­square-­foot home outfitted with the accoutrements of a decade of married life. Almost all of it she was leaving behind, even the cherished bedroom set, a wedding gift from Adam’s parents. It was called the Antoinette Collection, crafted from black walnut and inlaid with cherry accents: the wide dresser and mirror for her, the tall dresser for Adam, the armoire to share, the two night tables, and the spectacular sleigh bed. She’d made love with her husband hundreds of times in that bed; now she didn’t want to look at it.

“What do you think—­anything else?” Stephen asked.

“Just a sec.” She started up the stairs and lifted the photos hanging on the wall across from the banister. The one of the three of them hugging a snowman they’d made in the backyard, the snowman four balls high, as tall as Adam, Spencer standing in front, Celeste and Adam to either side, the self-­timer capturing three happy faces—­four if you count the arrangement of acorns forming the snowman’s mouth. Next was the photo of her and Spencer on the beach in Florida three years ago when they’d visited Celeste’s mom. She looked at herself in the picture and realized she’d changed since then: gained a few pounds, although not so many her clothes didn’t fit, and she wore her hair longer now, all one length to her shoulders rather than the layered style and wispy bangs. And she’d started coloring her hair, adding red highlights to complement her natural auburn shade. At least her eyes were the same green, her teeth still white. The third photo she took from the wall was the one of Adam holding eight-­month-­old Spencer overhead in the palm of his hand, as if he were a quarterback about to throw a pass, their son squealing with delight. She’d been terrified seeing Spencer perched so high and had rushed the photo, causing a slight blur, but Adam had maintained firm and perfect balance, completely in control, with Spencer safe and secure—­her husband could handle things back then.

She returned to the foyer, cradling the frames like books in her arms. “Just these, I guess,” she said. “We’d better get going.”

Emery reached out and held Celeste’s arm. “It’s hard right now, but you’ll feel better. You’ll see.”

“I know I’m doing the right thing, but I still feel guilty with Adam not here and I can’t tell him.”

“You’ve given him a lot of chances. And if things change when he comes back, well, nothing’s permanent. You can always get back together.”

Emery was right, although she didn’t know the full extent of Adam’s offenses. Celeste hadn’t shared all the sordid details, even with her best friend, and Celeste couldn’t contemplate the idea of getting back with Adam—­she hadn’t even left yet.

“I’d say this is the best wake-­up call Adam could get,” Stephen said. “What more motivation does he need if he finally realizes he’s losing you?”

Yes, but would that be motivation enough for Adam to change? She honestly didn’t know.

“I’m really going to miss you guys,” Celeste said. Emery was a mother to three fine children, fulfilled in her own part-­time career writing grants for the Trollope Women’s Foundation, and married to a successful architect who adored her. Celeste and Emery raised their kids together, ran in the park, went for drinks on girls’ night out. They shared recipes. They used the same pediatrician. But they weren’t both moving out on their husbands, and Celeste understood that this difference could change their relationship.

As if reading her thoughts, Emery said, “We’ll still see you all the time, even if we’re not right around the corner anymore.”

She found comfort in her friend’s words, and hoped they were true. “I’ll lock up here and then drive over and meet you,” she said.

“We’ll pick up our kids and get some bagels on the way,” Emery said. “We can eat after we unload.”

“Here, I’m paying.” Celeste reached for her purse hanging on the newel post. “I should at least feed you for the work you’re doing. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Oh, stop. After all you did for us after Maya was born?”

Before Celeste could get out her wallet, Stephen and Emery were in the truck, backing out of the driveway. Celeste started to wave, then put her hand down: This wasn’t good-­bye. She went back inside and called for Spencer. Again she got no answer. This time she found him in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet but not using it, his pants still on, reading in a voice at the high end of a whisper. He saw her and quieted.

“Are you ready? We’re all packed—­it’s time to get going.”

“Chet Baker went to prison. He had to go to prison because he was a drug addict.”

“Let me see that.” Celeste studied the page. This was supposed to be a children’s book about American musicians; she’d found it in the middle readers section of the library and thought Spencer would enjoy the short biog...

More About the Author

I am the author of the novels STASH and CLEAN BREAK, both published by Broadway Books (Random House). I'm working on my third novel. Waiting for a producer with vision to beg for screenplay rights to the first two. I live in upstate New York with spouse and offspring. Love the city, love the wilderness.

Customer Reviews

3.9 out of 5 stars
5 star
4 star
3 star
2 star
1 star
See all 55 customer reviews
Most of the book is very boring and slow.
I was engrossed from the start and caught up in the suspenseful plot with its riveting twists and turns.
Don't get me wrong, it's a fine books, well written, very interesting story, likable characters.
maximum verbosity

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

5 of 5 people found the following review helpful By Pamela A. Poddany VINE VOICE on June 30, 2012
Format: Paperback Vine Customer Review of Free Product ( What's this? )

Adam Vanek has it all -- a wife, a son who adores him, loving parents, looks, charm, and an illness called gambling. Adam can't help himself -- he bets on anything and everything and generally ends up in trouble. So much so that he is whisked off to a rehab center for help. He is desperate. Does rehab help Adam overcome this constant urge of his?

To make his life even worse, his wife Celeste has had it and moves out with their son Spencer. Life becomes unbearable for Adam as he racks up another upset in his life. Celeste on the other hand, is making remarkable progress in the happiness department, getting away from Adam and his problem and making life more stable for little Spencer. Adam has promised her for years he would quit gambling, it doesn't happen, Celeste moves on.

While Celeste is trying so hard to make a much deserved happy life for herself and Spencer, Adam becomes erratic, forceful, and more abusive. Adam and Celeste are having it out and Adam becomes very violent with Celeste. To the rescue is one Jake Atwood. Another ugly incident in the relationship of Adam and Celeste dealt with -- for now. What repercussions will this bring to not only Celeste, but Jake too?

So goes the story -- a man with a huge gambling problem, his disgusted and scared wife, the conquering hero, along with his girl friend and her life with her problems. All these fleshed-out, grounded, true-to-life characters tell a whopping story of love, fear, addictions, affairs, traumatized children, mayhem, murder, hate, lust, and crimes. The action never stops, the story is fast-paced, filled with twists, turns, spinning changes, and enough thrills and surprises to keep you turning the pages faster and faster.
Read more ›
12 Comments Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again
4 of 5 people found the following review helpful By Romancing the Book on August 30, 2012
Format: Paperback
Clean Break by David Klein is a novel about relationships. That means it's something like a romance novel, right? Well, maybe and maybe not. There is a budding romance at the center of the story, but there are break ups too. More than one.

When Celeste and Jacob start tentatively `almost dating', they both have enough baggage between them to fill an SUV. She's just come out of her marriage to Adam, a former college sports star whose addiction to gambling wrecked their marriage, which had been happy for the first ten years. Jacob has just come out of an affair with Sara, a tough lady who works in law enforcement. She showed Jacob the door when she realized that their affair was just as much about him getting a lucrative contract for his company as it was about attraction, love and affection. This was the man she'd risked her marriage for as well as her career. She opened her eyes and realized that the risks just weren't worth it.

Both ladies are trying here for a clean break to two destructive relationships. However, in the course of the story, it becomes obvious that we carry within us lasting memories of the relationships we experience and however much we may yearn for them, clean breaks are not always possible.

A sensitive and skilful writer, Klein writes objectively, without cloying sentimentality. It is easy to feel for the lost soul that Adam Vanek has become, returning from the rehabilitation clinic to find that his wife and son just won't be there for him to support him as he tries to make it through. But at the same time, it's not difficult to sympathize with Celeste, his wife, who has had her fill of heartbreak, broken promises, simmering tension and the threat of violence.
Read more ›
Comment Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Amy Leemon VINE VOICE on September 17, 2012
Format: Paperback Vine Customer Review of Free Product ( What's this? )
Sometimes heroes are flawed and that's what makes "Clean Break" stand out. Jake has no ties and is a failure at relationships. But when he sees a man strangling a woman in a parking lot, he forces himself to intervene. It is a life changing moment.

Celeste is trying to start a new life with her young son Spenser. Her husband, Adam, is addicted to gambling and has become abusive. While he is in rehab, she finds a new place to live. When Adam finds out he becomes violent and that leads to the episode in the parking lot.

Little by little, Jake is drawn into Celeste's life. And Adam is watching. The suspense builds until things comes to an end on one explosive night.

Also, someone from Jake's life enters the picture with a great twist to the story.

I liked the book because Spenser is a really neat kid, Celeste is a caring mom and especially for Jake - a flawed hero.
Comment Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Ruby J on June 10, 2012
Format: Paperback
I totally neglected all of the chores I was supposed to take care of this weekend because I couldn't put Clean Break down! Like Stash, this book focuses on multiple characters, each with a compelling story. The characters are realistic - neither purely good or bad, but multi-dimensional. Some of the minor characters (Joseph Vanek and Detective Falcone) also make a big impression.

The situations the characters find themselves in (or get themselves in) are realistic and exciting. Tension builds and builds and you're eager to find out what will happen next. Great dialogue and storytelling make this a great read!
Comment Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again

Customer Images

Most Recent Customer Reviews