Wreck by Catherine Newman is a 224 page novel published by Harper in 2025. It is the sequel to Sandwich, in which the characters are first introduced, but could potentially be read as a standalone.

Genre:

Literary Fiction, Popular Fiction, Contemporary Fiction

Blurb:

The acclaimed bestselling author of Sandwich is back with a wonderful novel, full of laughter and heart, about marriage, family, and what happens when life doesn’t go as planned.

If you loved Rocky and her family on vacation on Cape Cod, wait until you join them at home two years later. (And if this is your first meeting with this crew, get ready to laugh and cry—and relate.)   

Rocky, still anxious, nostalgic, and funny, is living in Western Massachusetts with her husband Nick and their daughter Willa, who’s back home after college. Their son, Jamie, has taken a new job in New York, and Mort, Rocky’s widowed father, has moved in.

It all couldn’t be more ridiculously normal . . . until Rocky finds herself obsessed with a local accident that only tangentially affects them—and with a medical condition that, she hopes, won’t affect them at all.

With her signature wit and wisdom, Catherine Newman explores the hidden rules of family, the heavy weight of uncertainty, and the gnarly fact that people—no matter how much you love them—are not always exactly who you want them to be.

Opening Line:

In one single day, in two different directions, my life swerves from its path.

My Thoughts:

“The first biopsy I ever did was under my girlfriend’s jaw and it scarred terribly.” “…I’m not sure that’s a story for sharing with your patients, just FYI. I mean disfiguring your girlfriend and all.” “My ex-girlfriend,” he says. “Did I already say that?” “You didn’t,” I say. “But maybe it was implied.”

Another hilarious and heartstring-tugging story about Rocky and her family, who we first met in Newman’s book, Sandwich.

I will say I enjoyed this one just a smidge less because it seemed a bit aimless plotwise, but I still adored every moment spent with these characters. Beyond being fun to spend page time with, their family and life circumstances are just so relatable.

“I hear that it doesn’t sound so bad,” he admits, and I say, because I know how it feels to hurt your own feelings, “Sometimes things just feel bad anyways.”

This time, Rocky’s widowed nonagenarian father has moved in with them; she finds herself fixated on a local tragedy–how it reminds her the wellbeing of one’s adult children is never assured, and a family moral quandary that ensues; and she is experiencing a rare medical condition with no certain answers. But even with the heavy and emotional subject matter, her narration is as amusing as ever.

“It is what it is,” [her father] says. “But my temperature is 80 degrees, which seems low.” “Indeed,” I say. I make a mental note to replace his thermometer, which is doubtless from the 1960s and the mercury all leaked out into somebody’s butthole decades ago. Probably my own! That might explain a lot, actually.

These books strike a really sweet spot at the juncture of joyful and stirringly sentimental, and I am here for anything else this author writes.