I'm sorry, but this book is completely insane. As in: insane in the membrane. It is like a bad Lifetime movie and it just stretches all limits of credulity. It's the same author as The Violets of March but I wouldn’t recommend this one in any way, shape or form, unless you were looking for something extreeeeeemely simple.
Want a quick synopsis? Ok, fasten your seatlbelts. Here we go:
Jennifer’s grandmother Anne reminisces about her time during WWII, when she decided to postpone her marriage to wealthy Gerard and go use her nurse training to be a nurse in the Pacific theater, in Bora Bora, with her good friend Kitty. Once they arrive in Bora Bora, Kitty immediately jumps in with the wrong crowd and does a lot of carousing and ends up pregnant, has the baby, places the baby (a girl whom she wishes to name Adella), with local adoptive parents, and then lapses into PPD and her friendship with Anne is severely strained. Anne herself begins to fall in love with US soldier Westry and they meet and have liaisons in a little bungalow they find on the beach; astonishingly (this completely stretches all limits of credulity) they find a painting in there that was left behind by a previous occupant, none other than Paul Gauguin (like I said: strains the limits of ALL credulity, right?). They even meet some of the ladies whom Gauguin painted, who are also being victimized by the soldier who got Kitty pregnant and who, eventually, ends up killing one of them who refuses to stay silent. Anne and her beau treat her with morphine to ease her final moments and then bury her in the sand (you know, because that's what you do with dead bodies you find). At the end of the war, Anne goes back to Seattle – where her father now lives with her French housekeeper and her mother has absconded to NYC where she is an alcoholic and has an affair with a decorator – but Anne always wonders if she was meant to marry Gerard or was Westry her one true love? Her friend Mary (nb who later commits suicide), who has now been stationed in France as a nurse to the troops there, writes to say she has found Westry in a hospital there and she wonders if Anne wants to come to see him, to find out once and for all. She travels to Paris but is not allowed to see Westry b/c, lo and behold, Kitty is there treating him and they appear to have fallen in love! She cannot believe it. She goes homes, marries Gerard, and has a perfectly fine marriage with him that lasts the ages. Years later, she finds out that Kitty had still been suffering from PPD when she did not permit Anne to see Westry in Paris, but she didn’t love him after all, she only admired him b/c he had tried to protect her from the mean soldier who had gotten her pregnant. Kitty didn’t marry Westry herself either but went home to CA, married another man, and had 3 daughters. Anne helps Kitty find her daughter whom she had placed for adoption so many years ago in Bora Bora and now Kitty has 4 daughters again, not just 3. Anne and Kitty reunite and become friends again and Anne and Westry reunite through some other plot device that continues to strain credulity, and they are both widows/widowers now and their white heads bow together as they walk across a fall college landscape scattered with falling leaves. UGH!!
So, show of hands?!? Who’s interested in this one?!? Anybody? Anybody? Bueller? Bueller?