Am I the only one who didn't enjoy this book? Please tell me I'm not alone!
Trite story, forgettable characters, ridiculous plot twists and turns. I couldn't wait for one of the main characters to get kicked off. Worse than a trip to the dentist.
When Merritt Fowler jumps on an airplane to go retrieve her runaway teen daughter, she also walks away from a home life that has become unbearable. Reuniting with her wild-child younger sister, to whom the daughter has fled, only complicates things. This gets a bit flowery toward the end, but is still a good tale.
A family argument sends a daughter running from her Atlanta home to her Aunt Laura in Hollywood. The mother is compelled to follow her. The mother, daughter, and sister will struggle to see if the widening fissures between them can be healed.
Merritt Fowler is a natural caretaker-of her physician husband Pom, her lovely, fragile daughter Glynn, her erratic younger sister Laura, and even her destructive mother in law.
Exhausted and confused, Merritt no longer knows who she is or what is important to her. She only knows that she
is searching for something.
When a family argument sends Glynn running from her Atlanta home to her Aunt Laura in Hollywood, Merritt feels compelled to follow. On impulse, the three women take off in Laura's red Mustang convertable, barrelling up the wild coast from the Palm Springs Desert to the Santa Cruz Mountains outside San Francisco-earthquake country.
There in the protective shade of the great redwoods, Merritt, Glynn, and Laura struggle to see if the widening fissures between mother, daughter and sister can be healed, as they search for the bedrock of strength and courage that can save them.