The three half-sisters each spent ten months of the year living their own separate lives, each with their own respective mothers, but then the summer would come, and they would venture to the summer home of the father they all shared. They would descend upon Rock Point all hoping for the same magic to happen once again…
“The long summer days tied us…me, Kat and Flora, together for another year, like a beautiful ribbon would round and round us…”
But the summer of the total solar eclipse, the summer of 1999 would be the last time all three half-sisters spent an evening together under the roof at Rock Point, and that was over 20 years ago…
Almost a lifetime now, or as we hear Kat musing, “A different millennium, a time when everything was remarkably undocumented…”
But despite the distance of time between that fateful summer and the present day, the things that happened there were forever burned into the memories of each of the sisters…”
And it’s as we read the opening pages of the story that we see each sister approaching Rock Point. The routes they take and the transportation they use are as varied as the personalities of the three half-sisters.
They’ve all been asked to come, all of them for the first time in two decades. Each resist for their own reasons, but ultimately, they come together to see their father again at Rock Point, a family brought together once again to this magical, storied summer cottage by the sea.
And it’s at the point of this “confluence of sisterhood” that Eve Chase’s talent for creating imagination stoking atmosphere really began to shine. Her ability to place us right inside of her breathtaking locations, as if were no longer reading, but existing inside the story. This, as is the case in Chase’s other works of story manifests itself in the large and small things. Here were just a few:
“Unfriendly Emmet” the name the Cornish use for tourists, “Ugly Humphrey” the dusty old stuffed fish that is beloved by Lauren, Kat and Flora. The idea that an outdoor swim can possess the power to rinse away a feeling of disquiet in a person, “The Blonde” a distinctive yellow Porsche owned by the new love interest…the latest in a long line of their father’s girlfriends and wives, and lastly, Lauren’s laugh…” wonderful and large, bigger than one would expect from a woman of such slender frame…”
And as is always the Case with Eve Chase stories, this one was generously populated with the colorful and unforgettable vernacular of those from Oxford, and similar areas, these included:
Bonkbusters, Grotty, Manky and Whelk…”
It took me longer to read this one than the other Eve Chase novels I’ve read so far, and that was because I’ve learned that her stories are so atmospheric, so filled with wonder, that they are best savored...