The farm : a novel / Joanne Ramos.

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NATIONAL BESTSELLER * Life is a lucrative business, as long as you play by the rules.

Skimm Reads Pick * People Book of the Week * Belletrist Book Pick * "[Joanne] Ramos's debut novel couldn't be more relevant or timely."-- O: The Oprah Magazine

NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY Time * Glamour * Real Simple * Good Housekeeping * Marie Claire * Town & Country

Nestled in New York's Hudson Valley is a luxury retreat boasting every amenity: organic meals, personal fitness trainers, daily massages--and all of it for free. In fact, you're paid big money to stay here--more than you've ever dreamed of. The catch? For nine months, you cannot leave the grounds, your movements are monitored, and you are cut off from your former life while you dedicate yourself to the task of producing the perfect baby. For someone else.

Jane, an immigrant from the Philippines, is in desperate search of a better future when she commits to being a "Host" at Golden Oaks--or the Farm, as residents call it. But now pregnant, fragile, consumed with worry for her family, Jane is determined to reconnect with her life outside. Yet she cannot leave the Farm or she will lose the life-changing fee she'll receive on the delivery of her child.

Gripping, provocative, heartbreaking, The Farm pushes to the extremes our thinking on motherhood, money, and merit and raises crucial questions about the trade-offs women will make to fortify their futures and the futures of those they love.

NOMINATED FOR THE NAACP IMAGE AWARD * LONGLISTED FOR THE CENTER FOR FICTION FIRST NOVEL PRIZE

"So many factors--gender, race, religion, class--may determine where you come down on the surrogacy debate. . . . Ramos plays with many of these notions in her debut novel, The Farm , which imagines what might happen were surrogacy taken to its high-capitalist extreme. . . . The stage is set for lively book chat." -- The New York Times Book Review (Editors' Choice)

"A thrilling read." -- New York

"Grippingly realistic." -- Entertainment Weekly

"Brilliant." -- New York Post

"A provocative idea, and Ramos nails it . . . Crisp and believable, this smart debut links the poor and the 1 percent in a unique transaction that turns out to be mutually rewarding." -- People

"Wow, Joanne Ramos has written the page-turner about immigrants chasing what's left of the American dream. . . . Truly unforgettable." --Gary Shteyngart, New York Times bestselling author of Super Sad True Love Story and Lake Success

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It is Jane's first day. Her interview at Golden Oaks was only six weeks ago, but it seems like everything has changed. An unknown baby lies in her stomach, and she is a hundred miles away from Amalia, surrounded by strangers. The smiling woman who greeted her in the Dorm's lobby this morning took not only her suitcase and wallet but her cell phone, so Jane has no sense of the time, and she feels even more cut off from her daughter.   Jane rolls up her sleeve and extends her arm, wondering if she is getting another shot, and why, since she is already pregnant.   The Coordinator straps a bracelet onto Jane's wrist, rubber or rubbery looking, and pushes a button that makes its thin, rectangular screen light up. "This is a WellBand. Custom-made for us. I gave you red 'cause it was just Valentine's day!"  Jane stares at it. Mrs Davis used to wear something like it, a circle of blue plastic like a child's toy that looked strange next to her diamond tennis bracelet, the gleaming ovals of her nails.    "It tracks your activity levels. Try jumping."   Jane begins to jump.   "See?" the Coordinator angles the bracelet face toward Jane. The green zeroes that had once filled the screen have been replaced by orange numbers that climb steadily as Jane hops, growing short of breath.   "You can stop," says the Coordinator, but in a friendly way. She holds Jane's wrist and guides the bracelet over a reader attached to a laptop until the reader bleeps. "There. Now you're synched up with our Data Management Team. Let's say your heart rate spikes--this happens, it's usually no biggie, but it can also signal some underlying irregularity in your heart, pregnancy being a strain on your tick-tocker," the Coordinator--Carla?--pauses, waiting for the severity of this possibility to set in. "We'll know immediately, can whisk you in to see a nurse. Or if you're not getting enough exercise, we'll have Hanna all over it." Carla grins, "All over  you ." Her freckled cheeks fold into dimples. Jane has never seen so many freckles in her life--freckles on top of freckles receding into freckles.   "Hanna...?"   "She's our Wellness Coordinator. You'll get to know her  real well ," Carla winks at Jane. She runs through a tutorial of the WellBand--its various monitors, timers, the alarm and snooze and panic buttons, the GPS locator, calendar, alerts, how to receive announcements.   "How do the clothes fit?" Carla's eyes rake over Jane, head to toe and back up again.  Jane feels her face grow hot. In truth, she has never worn clothes so thin and so soft. Just this morning in her winter coat, she was freezing. Ate and Amalia waited with her on the street outside their apartment building for the car to arrive, Amalia buried under so many layers of wool and fleece that Jane could barely see her face. But here, in clothes light as air that fit her perfectly, Jane is warm. Jane says so to Carla.   "Cashmere," Carla answers matter-of-factly. "Golden Oaks doesn't skimp, that's for sure."   There is a knock on the open door. "Hi Jane," sings Ms Yu, giving Jane a stiff hug.   "Hello Ms. Yu," Jane jumps to her feet.   "Please.  Sit.  I just wanted to make sure you're settling in." Ms Yu takes a seat on the bench next to Jane. "How's the morning sickness? Is your room okay? Did you meet Reagan?"   "I feel okay, only a little tired," Jane answers. "The room is beautiful. So are the clothes." Jane rubs the cashmere on her thigh with her palm, "I have not yet met my roommate."   Ms Yu frowns slightly.   "But," Jane says quickly, not meaning to get her roommate into trouble, "I have only been here since nine o'clock, and I had the check-in with the nurse. I have been busy."   Ms Yu's face relaxes. She places a hand on Jane's hand. "I'm guessing Reagan was tied up with an appointment. She'll be around soon, I'd think. This is your new home, we want to help you  feel  at home."   At the word "home", Jane's throat tightens. It is past eleven, and by now Amalia is likely strapped into her bouncy chair, thighs jiggling from the chair's battery-powered vibrations, waiting impatiently for Ate to fix lunch.    As if sensing Jane's thoughts, Ms Yu asks, "How's Amalia? Was the goodbye hard?"   Jane is pierced by gratitude that Ms Yu, who is so busy, remembers Amalia's name. She shifts her gaze to the wall so that Ms Yu cannot see her eyes, which are teary. "It was fine. Amalia is almost seven months now; she is a big girl. And she has my cousin."   "She's in good hands, then." Ms Yu's voice is kind.   Jane still does not trust herself to face Ms Yu. She can hear Carla's fingers tapping on a keyboard.   "I know you know our policy, Jane, which is that we don't allow visitors, and we don't allow Hosts offsite unless at the request of a Client." Ms Yu leans closer to whisper, "But I think we can convince your Client to let Amalia come see you."    "Really?" Jane blurts, almost exploding with gratitude to Ms Yu.   Ms Yu puts a finger to her lips and smiles. She asks Jane if she is ready for lunch and, when Jane confesses she was too nervous this morning to eat, leads her to the dining hall. Jane trails several steps behind, wiggling her toes in her new fur-lined moccasins, a tentative sense of well-being creeping over her. Ms Yu keeps up a constant stream of chatter, pointing out her favorite views of the mountains, giving Jane bits of trivia about the surrounding towns. As they walk, Jane imagines Amalia here--hiding beneath the soft blankets draped on the sofas, mesmerized by the fires crackling in the stone fireplaces.   "Do you think you'll feel at home here?" Ms Yu asks. She pushes the dining room door open with her shoulder.   "Oh yes," says Jane, and she means it. Excerpted from The Farm: A Novel by Joanne Ramos All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Library Journal Review

DEBUT From the blurb, you might think that Ramos's debut novel is about a near-future dystopia with poor women serving as portable wombs for wealthy women. But no, our hosts, as they are known at Golden Oaks, aka the Farm, live in the present. Mae is the managing director of Golden Oaks and is breaking the glass ceiling at Holloway as the first and only woman at the director's table. She is also half Chinese and half white. Golden Oaks hosts are largely poor women of color like Jane, who is Filipina, but there are highly prized hosts as well. It costs significantly more to purchase a premium white host with a college degree like Reagan, Jane's sometime roommate at the Oaks. Race, ethnicity, money, and power fuel a narrative about family and parenthood triggered by Jane's cousin Ate, whose actions lead to a series of events that bring the four women together. VERDICT Traveling from the glitz of Manhattan to multiethnic, immigrant Queens and the isolation of the rural Hudson Valley, this is an exciting read about the politics of motherhood and female autonomy. Highly recommended for readers of both popular and literary fiction. [See Prepub Alert, 11/12/18.]-Pamela Mann, St. Mary's Coll. Lib., MD © Copyright 2019. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Publishers Weekly Review

Ramos's transfixing debut scrutinizes the world of high-end surrogacy with stinging critiques and sets up heartrending dilemmas. Timid Filipina immigrant Jane is persuaded by her much older cousin Evelyn to apply as a surrogate, known as a "host," for the ultrarich after she is fired from her lucrative nannying job. Jane passes the highly selective process, hesitantly leaves her own infant daughter with Evelyn, and, already pregnant, moves into Golden Oaks, a luxury resort-style center in the Hudson Valley where the surrogates live together. Assertive, smooth-talking Mae runs Golden Oaks with strict rules, very curtailed outside contact, and constant surveillance. Jane bonds quickly with her roommate, Reagan, an aspiring photographer and "premium host" (because she's white), who hopes the staggering bonuses for healthy delivery will allow her to escape her father's control. Lisa, another surrogate returning for her third pregnancy, disastrously pulls Jane and Reagan into her schemes to subvert rules. After Jane learns some secrets about Mae and Evelyn, her concern for her absent daughter propels her on a dangerous path that threatens Mae's ambitious plans and Jane's security. Ramos particularly shines at her nuanced, emotional depictions of these women's interior struggles. A surefire hit with book groups, this striking novel will also appeal strongly to readers who like dystopian touches and ethically complicated narratives. Agent: Jennifer Joel, ICM Partners. (May) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

Booklist Review

When Jane Reyes loses her baby-nursing job, her older cousin Evelyn has a suggestion that will solve all of her money problems, even if it means months away from her baby daughter, Amalia. Mae Yu is delighted with Jane; she is sweet, compliant, and motivated by the promise of financial freedom, making her the perfect host at Golden Oaks, a gestational retreat for surrogates carrying the babies of the top tier of the one percent. Mae is less certain of Reagan, who is white and therefore earns Golden Oaks more money but muddled by a quarter-life crisis. Told from the perspectives of the four women, Ramos' debut is so engaging that the reader might not fully understand the depths she probes until the book is done. Throughout, questions of money, ethics, privilege, and ambition arise as each character makes compromises or straight-up lies to herself. Jane's sweetness gives the reader someone to root for, but each character's complexity will give book groups plenty to discuss. An alarmingly realistic look at the power of wealth and access buoyed by clear, compelling storytelling and appealing, if not always likable, characters.--Susan Maguire Copyright 2019 Booklist

Kirkus Book Review

At a luxurious secret facility in the Hudson Valley of New York, women who need money bear children for wealthy would-be mothers with no time for pregnancy.Golden Oaks is a division of a high-end luxury services company that has found a new way to meet the needs of its customer base. The company recruits healthy young womenthe Hostsimplants them with fertilized eggs from the Clients, houses and feeds them, manages their pregnancies, and monitors their every move, breath, and heartbeat until delivery, at which point the Host receives a huge payout. The operation is run by Mae Yu, a Chinese-American Harvard Business School graduate whose insatiable ambition and moral turpitude conflict withand keep winning out overher sympathy for the women who work for her, mostly nonwhite immigrants. Central among them is Jane, a Filipina with a 6-month-old baby who is financially desperate after losing her job as a nanny. For Jane, Golden Oaks is a godsend, not to mention the nicest place she's ever lived, until she realizes that being separated from her daughter is unbearable. Even though there are many other Filipinas, she feels completely isolated until befriended by her roommate, Reagan McCarthy. Reagan is one of the few who represent "the holy trifecta of Premium Hosts": white, pretty, and cum laude from Duke. Reagan's anomie and desperate need to be of use motivate her as much as the need to be free of her financially controlling father. Lisa, the other white girl at Golden Oaks, is on her third assignment at what she calls "The Farm." She is the only one who sees the exploitative, Orwellian setup for what it is, and her ongoing efforts to game the system eventually lead to big trouble...for Jane. Perhaps the most powerful element of this debut novel by Ramos, who was born in Manila and moved to Wisconsin when she was 6, is its portrait of the world of Filipinas in New York. The three-page soliloquy of instructions for nannying delivered to Jane by her more experienced cousin is a work of art in itself.Excellent, both as a reproductive dystopian narrative and as a social novel about women and class. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.