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312 pages, Paperback
First published February 1, 2011
”All my life I had three sisters- three strangers I lived with but never really knew. Sitting in the mud on that muggy day, I found my real sister. Reana and I were connected in a way I’ve never been with anyone else. Her story and mine got so tangled up together, sometimes it felt like I was just watching from the outside, like she was the one living. Sometimes, I hated her for that. But mostly, I loved her.”Their deep, abiding love for one another keeps the Wylies coming back time and time again, even though they would rather forget. But deep within the mountains and valleys of their little hollow, secrets that are meant to be buried start coming to the surface over the years, and burrowing themselves in the Wylie family until they threaten to spill over.
”There was so much life in that valley. Babies were born and old folks died in those houses by the river. Our own cottage had seen weddings and births and even a death or two. The red-checked curtains in the bedroom I shared with Tracy were hand-sewn by my Grandmother Araminta when she was young and newly widowed. The sagging porch out back was where Joe Colvin first kissed my Great-Aunt Arathena. The weathered picnic table in the kitchen had groaned under more Thanksgiving turkeys than I will ever eat. It was my family’s place, even if they didn’t seem to know it. It was home.”As her boyfriend stated to her once, her family is so interesting. They’re completely dysfunctional and cuckoo, but from reading you can tell the fierce bond they have with one another.
”Valley folk took their religion tempered with a hard dose of pragmatism. If rother Harley spent more time than was absolutely seemly with Arabella Lee… well, look at his wife, after all. If the mining men drank too much beer or even whiskey on Saturday night… well, didn’t they earn that privilege, working underground six days a week? If Reana Mae had been born only six months after Bobby Lee and Jolene got married… well, at least they made it legal in time.”I really don’t think anyone from that area would be particularly thrilled as they read it, but damn does the author know how to write descriptions well.
”The Bible says that the sins of the fathers are visited upon the sons of the seventh generation. But I believe it’s the daughters who bear the brunt of most family sins. At least that’s so in my family.”Bethany and Reana Mae are cousins and best friends, with them being both completely different but also frighteningly alike. How their families, though not even living in the same states and seeing each other sporadically, We see the transformation of Reana Mae from a forgotten, quiet child to a beautiful but etherally violent tweenager she becomes. And we see Bethany come to realize that, as they get older, the Reana Mae she knows from her childhood will be long gone before she ever finds a solution. Throughout it all, they and their mothers bear the brunt of the family drama with as much grace as they can possibly muster. I loved their friendship; however, I am hesitant to understand why the author chose to label Bethany an outcast. She didn’t seem to be all that outside of the social circle, with friends and a boyfriend and a core group of supporters. So in that sense, I do think the author didn’t develop that side of the character that she wanted to.