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Henriette – :
Achingly beautiful love story
After finishing this achingly beautiful book I had to sit for a while with all those feelings swirling inside of me, tears still in my eyes, grateful to have found and read this book which has waves, currents and undercurrents all of love, anguish, grief and love and joy again.
A debut novel, a debut! Arncliffe fills this book with love, love lost, love newly found, love on different levels and so much color and light. Look at the cover and your heart bursts and will be filled reading this book
Sloane runs away from her life in the US, from grief and bleakness, from being totally lost after Covid took away the love of her life. Her destination: as far away as possible to Australia‘s brilliant lights of the Gold Coast. She‘s met by Charlie, the dog, and Ellen, the matriarch, Grace the precocious, vivid child and Ava. Ava!
The writing is sheer beauty. I marked so many passages which were profound, lovely, sad and uplifting: The colors woven into the story, Sloane after the gray fog of depression finding color again. Arncliffe leads us readers masterfully, relentlessly, breathlessly in a delicate dance between all those emotions – the strongest being the beat of life, love, laughter.
This book as you may have gathered from this review hit close to my heart: Having nearly lost the light of my life last year, having to battle the grey fog of LongCovid, this book made my heart sing and stirred up grief and happiness and hope – hope is the thing with feathers …
Kjmatteson – :
Well written in all aspects. I’m from East Tennessee and I recognize those aspects of the story. The individuals are three dimensional and alive. The story and characters are not cheap and shallow but rather rich and complex. Spoiler alert…I buried my wife’s ashes at Porters Creek as well