Well, well, well. This is one of those books where you just don't know what you're getting yourself into (well, at least I didn't). I am not ashamed to admit that I chose this book because of its cover and let's just say, I'm so glad I did because this is such a beautifully written book that at times it was like I really was at the lake.
I absolutely adore this book and can't believe how spontaneously I came across it. A great page turner with both strong and well-rounded characters, beautiful writing and a superb setting. I would highly recommend this book and this author for her ability to transport you to the lake and its surroundings.
A beautiful book, with a great story at its heart.
'There must be a precise moment when wet cement turns dry, when it no longer accepts footprints or scratched-in declarations of love; an ordinary moment, unnoticed, just like any. But in that moment, the facts of life can change'.
'If you stood at just the right angle, you could see a sliver of the Hudson - today it was blue. Not a brilliant blue, but still a summer blue, the colour of water in July'.
'The summer is brief, crowded between two ends of a desolate northern winter. And yet somehow when you are young, it seems to last forever. A whole lifetime can be hastened to fit between the giddy green leaves of May and the chastened red and yellow of September'.
'Figure out what matters, then hold onto it. That's how you keep things together. By not letting go'.
'"I can wait for birds to alight in trees and for a cloud to pass behind that tree when the sun is at a certain spot. I can wait until the sky is a certain colour and the wing is at a certain angle and the light is coming from a particular direction. I'm a guy who knows how to wait, Jess. Maybe you think I can't, or I won't, but I intend to. And I know that I can".'
'She who bore only the faintest passing resemblance to her own mother, but this face - it was not love, apparently, after all - it was the affinity of blood for blood'.
'This cottage was the closest to an only child, daughter, and granddaughter - all in a lonely single file line - could come to feeling a part of a family'.
'I call that summer blue, the colour of water in July - all of promise wrapped up in it, and every disappointment too'.
'Hold on to what matters. She hadn't understood, then what her grandmother had been talking about. Now after all these years, it was possible that she did'.
'The big old cottage ticked and creaked around Jess, never perfectly silent, always with its own faint music. Jess recognised the melody now. It was made up of the songs of a family whose lives, like familiar refrains, still mattered'.
4 stars!