Las Vegas, 1994. The Prices are introduced by Viola, the family's matriarch: Her husband, Cecil, and their four adult kids, scattered across the country, seem determined to send her to her grave, or at least to the hospital with worrying. Paris is divorced, mother to a nearly seventeen-year-old son, a successful businesswoman and the one who always comes to everybody's rescue. Lewis is the scapegoat - his troubles keep landing him in jail, which only seems to confirm what his family thinks he is. Out in Chicago, Charlotte knows she's gotten the short en of the stick, has "nothing in common except blood" with her parents and siblings and would just as soon divorce them all. Janelle, the baby of the family, is not only on the defensive about the course of her own life and the man she's recently married but she's also facing a new crisis with her teenage daughter that threatens more than she's willing to admit. With her hallmark exuberance and a cast of characters so sassy, resilient, and full of life that they breathe, dream, and shout right off the page, Terry McMillan has given a tour-de-force novel of family. Healing, and redemption.