I've got mixed feelings about this one. The writing started out as the lovely sort of tone and flow that Anna Quildlen can do, but then veered into obvious, on-the-nose dialogue and plot points that led the book into melodrama worthy of Nicholas Sparks.
At 23, Pete Webster, working as an EMT, rescues a drunk Bostonian (named Sheila) from a car accident. Though she's an alcoholic (and pool hustler?) and he exists in a Mayberry sort of world in Vermont, he inexplicibly falls in lust. She gets pregnant on purpose and they get married. She continues drinking, gets in another accident, and under his urging, flees the state rather than face criminal charges. Thus, she abandons their daughter.
Fast forward fifteen years later, Webster suspects their seventeen year-old daughter, Rowan, is "going off the rails." Why? Because she went to a party and HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK ONCE. He then reads her diary, where she questions her mom's absence. So after fifteen years, Webster travels to Boston and finds Sheila. You know, just like that. And, lo, Sheila hasn't had a drink for ten years. Also, she's become a gifted painter. The fact that very few artists, much less painters, can make a living from their work seems to bear no matter in this tale. Around here is where it lost me, really.
Rowan gets drunk again. She falls, busts her head, and becomes comatose. Webster tells Sheila and she comes running to Rowan's bedside. Rowan wakes, has a chat with her newly discovered mom, and all's well. They all go to Rowen's graduation. Of course, even though Rowan was conveniently "failing all her classes" a mere twenty pages prior, she's magically taken her finals in her hospital bed and yes, she's headed off to college come fall.
Cue a singing of Kum-bah-ya here...
I think this book pissed me off because some of the early chapters were really quite good (I debated between two or three stars). They were vivid and held no easy solutions. Shreve can write, it's almost like she chose not to in certain places. Also, there was an odd lack of character development. In alternating chapters, Webster goes about his daily work as an EMT (all episodic, with no arc) but there's nothing else to show who he is. He didn't date anyone in fifteen years? Didn't have a best-friend? Have a hobby? Buy a dog? Take a long drive in the country? Anything? He's just sitting around, waiting for Sheila to return? Gah!!!