A Single Breath: A Novel

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Overview

A young widow discovers her husband was not who he claimed to be—and finds herself falling in love with the wrong man.

Eva has only been married for eight months when her husband, Jackson, is swept to his death while fishing. Weighed down by confusion and sorrow, Eva decides to take leave of her midwifery practice and visit Jackson’s estranged family with the hope of grieving together.

Instead, she discovers that the man she loved so deeply is ...

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Overview

A young widow discovers her husband was not who he claimed to be—and finds herself falling in love with the wrong man.

Eva has only been married for eight months when her husband, Jackson, is swept to his death while fishing. Weighed down by confusion and sorrow, Eva decides to take leave of her midwifery practice and visit Jackson’s estranged family with the hope of grieving together.

Instead, she discovers that the man she loved so deeply is not the man she thought she knew. Jackson’s father and brother reveal a dark past, exposing the lies her marriage was built upon. As Eva struggles to come to terms with the depth of Jackson’s deception, she must also confront her growing attraction to Jackson’s brother, Saul, who offers her intimacy, passion, and answers to her most troubling questions.

Will Eva be able to move forward, or will she be caught up in a romance with Saul, haunted by her husband’s past? Threading together beautiful, wild settings and suspenseful twists, A Single Breath is a gripping tale of secrets, betrayals, and new beginnings.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
02/10/2014
In this lackluster romantic suspense/gothic romance mélange, tragedy strikes when Eva and Jackson Bowe visit the windy, rocky coast of Dorset, England, for a birthday celebration with Eva’s mother. Though he is an experienced fisherman and swimmer, Jackson is swept out to sea­­ and, after scouring the water all day in dangerous conditions, the Coast Guard calls off the search and Jackson is presumed dead. Eva and Jackson were married for less than eight months—and had known each other for little more than that—and Eva’s grief at her husband’s death is all-encompassing. In her need to understand, she travels to Jackson’s home in Tasmania to meet his family and search for closure. Instead, Eva finds herself in the midst of a tortuous family situation that only adds to the confusion surrounding Jackson’s death. Clarke (Swimming at Night) valiantly tries for grand passion and high drama, with lamentable results. Agent: Judith Murray, Greene and Heaton. (Apr.)
The Oklahoman
“Brilliant. . . the characters and locations come alive.”
Booklist
"Alternating chapters juxtaposing the two sisters’ lives engage readers from the start in Clarke’s accomplished debut."
Amanda Eyre Ward
"I could not put down Lucy Clarke's engaging debut, Swimming at Night. As Katie searched for the truth about her sister's death, I savored being an armchair traveler to seaside locales around the world."
Lisa Unger
“A tender and intricate meditation on sisterhood and family, Swimming at Night is an accomplished debut. With a deft hand, Lucy Clarke weaves a deep and compelling story that is as much about what binds us together as it is about what tears us apart. Perfectly capturing the impossibly complicated love of siblings, this is a rich and moving story that lingers long after the book is closed.”
Ellen Sussman
Swimming at Night reaches deep, exploring sibling relationships, love, friendship, identity, and the willingness to put it all on the line in order to learn the truth. I loved my own journey with these two sisters and the haunting landscape of their travels!”
Free-Lance Star
“A satisfying exploration of two sisters’ relationship, cleverly put together and written in a way that draws the reader along.”
Booklist
"Alternating chapters juxtaposing the two sisters’ lives engage readers from the start in Clarke’s accomplished debut."
Lisa Unger
“A tender and intricate meditation on sisterhood and family, Swimming at Night is an accomplished debut. With a deft hand, Lucy Clarke weaves a deep and compelling story that is as much about what binds us together as it is about what tears us apart. Perfectly capturing the impossibly complicated love of siblings, this is a rich and moving story that lingers long after the book is closed.”
Ellen Sussman
Swimming at Night reaches deep, exploring sibling relationships, love, friendship, identity, and the willingness to put it all on the line in order to learn the truth. I loved my own journey with these two sisters and the haunting landscape of their travels!”
Free-Lance Star
“A satisfying exploration of two sisters’ relationship, cleverly put together and written in a way that draws the reader along.”
Kirkus Reviews
2014-02-02
In an intensely emotional story of love, loss and deception, a recently widowed woman reaches out to her late husband's family in Tasmania and discovers she never really knew the man she married. Newlyweds Eva and Jackson are visiting her mother along the English coast when Jackson slips out and goes fishing early one morning and drowns. Eva is devastated. She and Jackson, a native of Tasmania, met two years ago aboard a flight to London, and they were married eight months ago. She's a midwife and he worked as a brand marketer for a drink company, and his love gave her a sense of completeness. Now Eva's loss is so deep, she yearns to be near those who knew him best—his father, Dirk, his brother, and friends who grew up and worked with her husband. Flying to Tasmania, Eva first meets with Dirk, who spends much of his time in an alcoholic haze and doesn't exactly embrace her presence. Although disappointed, Eva travels to Wattleboon Island, off the coast, to meet Saul, Jackson's estranged brother. Once again, she gets the cold shoulder as Saul remains closemouthed about his brother and tries to hurry her off the island. When Eva has a sudden fainting spell, though, Saul ends up taking her to the local hospital and allows her to stay in a shack that belongs to his friend. She extends her visit to the area, suffers another devastating loss and finds herself becoming attracted to Saul. Through a fluke meeting, she also finally gets what she seeks—stories about her late husband's life—but they're not at all what she expects, and she discovers her husband's deception is more pervasive than anyone realizes. Clarke (Swimming at Night, 2013) skillfully envelops readers in a delicate, romantic story tinged with intrigue and set in a breathtakingly exotic locale. Although the many revelations in the final chapters sometimes stretch the otherwise tight plot, the author creates an entertaining narrative.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781476750156
  • Publisher: Touchstone
  • Publication date: 4/8/2014
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 513,392
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Lucy Clarke is the author of Swimming at Night and A Single Breath. She and her husband, a professional windsurfer, spend their winters traveling and their summers at their home on the south coast of England. Visit Lucy-Clarke.com.

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A Single Breath

As she leaves the shelter of the headland, the full force of the wind hits Eva. Her hair whips back from her face and she hugs the flask of coffee tight to her chest. Clouds of sand gust along the shoreline, sending a tangled knot of fishing line pinwheeling along the beach.

A woman passes in the other direction, her purple coat flattened to her back by the wind. The fur-trimmed hood is pulled tight to her face, making Eva wish she’d thought to wear a hat. She’d forgotten how raw the weather is on the coast; in London it is muted by buildings and watched from behind windows.

She and Jackson had driven to Dorset last night for her mother’s birthday. It was a rush to get out of the city; Eva had been delayed at the hospital trying to turn a breeched baby, but still managed to wrap her mother’s present and clear the sink of their breakfast things before Jackson barreled in late and exhausted from a meeting that had run over. The whole week had been like that: grabbing meals at different times, tension from work stalking them home, falling into bed too late and too shattered to talk. She’s pleased to have this weekend just to slow down.

Ahead, the rocks where Jackson will be fishing come into focus. Huge somber boulders stretch right out into the sea. She wonders if he’s caught anything yet. It wasn’t long past dawn when she’d felt the give of the bed as Jackson slipped out from under the covers. She’d heard him stepping into his jeans, pulling on a sweater, and zipping up his coat. He’d leaned over the bed and pressed a kiss on her bare shoulder. Her eyes had opened just enough to see him disappear through the doorway, a red woolen hat pulled down over his ears.

Just beyond the rocks she sees a flash of a boat. It disappears momentarily into a trough and she thinks the conditions are too rough to be out on the water today. She squints against the wind and sees it rise again on the crest of a wave: an orange lifeboat. She wonders whether there’s been an accident, and as soon as she has this thought, a slow trickle of unease seeps through her body.

In her childhood summers when her father was still alive, they would come to this beach every morning to swim together, her father making lunging rotations with his long, bony arms in a backstroke. She had loved those swims when the water was calm and the early sun glanced off the surface. But today the sea is something darker, forbidding.

She scans the rocks for Jackson, eyes watering in the wind. He must be here; it’s the spot he always fishes when they’re visiting her mother. But now all that breaks the gray wash of sea and sky is the lifeboat. Even as she tells herself that the lifeboat could be on a training mission, her knees are bending, carrying her forward into a run.

The flask bounces against her hip and her boots flick up sand. Her breath comes in warm, quick clouds and she feels restricted by the layers of her clothes—her jeans unyielding against her knees, her coat buttons tight against her breastbone.

When she reaches the base of the rocky outcrop, she finds a dozen or so people gathered there. Her gaze moves over them and then travels up the length of the rocks, where waves charge, tossing white water high into the bruised sky. The air is heavy with the smell of salt.

She can’t see Jackson.

Eva hurries toward a man zipped into a waxed jacket, his steel-gray eyebrows ruffled by the wind. “Why’s the lifeboat out?” she asks, trying to keep the panic from her voice.

“Someone was swept off the rocks.”

Her heart lurches. “Who?”

“A fisherman, they think.”

For a moment she has a feeling of relief because she knows her husband is not a fisherman: he’s a thirty-year-old brand marketer for a drinks company. But then the man is saying, “Young, apparently. But maybe he’ll stand more of a chance against the cold.”

Eva feels all the air leave her lungs as if someone has grabbed her hard around the ribs. She drops the flask and yanks her cell from her pocket, ripping off her gloves to dial. Her fingers are clumsy with the cold but she turns her back to the wind and keys in Jackson’s number.

Pressing the phone to her ear, she paces on the spot waiting for him to pick up.

“Hi, this is Jackson,” his voicemail says, and her heart stalls.

Dropping the phone into her pocket, she stumbles toward the rocks. A wide red sign reads DANGER, KEEP OFF. Her scarf flies behind her as she clambers over the wet boulders, the cry of wind filling her ears. Her breath is ragged, and spiked thoughts pierce at her, making her mind whirl. She tells herself to focus only on where she is putting each foot, placing one carefully in front of the other.

Ahead something colorful catches her attention. She picks her way over barnacle-lined rocks until she is close enough to see it.

A green plastic tackle box lies open, wedged between two rocks. She recognizes it instantly: she’d bought it for Jackson last Christmas to house the lures and weights that were gradually filling up his bedside drawer. Now salt water fills the trays, so that two bright blue lures float inside like dead fish.

There is a loud, shattering boom as a wave smashes into the jetty. Icy spray slashes the side of Eva’s face and she drops to her knees, clinging to the rock with numbed fingers.

“Hey!” someone shouts. “Get back!”

But she cannot move, cannot turn. She is frozen, fear leaden in her stomach. Her face smarts with the cold and the back of her head is wet. A slow trickle of water seeps beneath her scarf.

Seconds later, she feels the pressure of a hand on her shoulder. A policeman is standing over her, taking her by the arm, encouraging her to her feet. “It’s not safe,” he shouts above the wind.

She shakes him off. “My husband!” she cries, her words coming out in gusts. “He was fishing! Right here!”

The policeman stares down at her. There is a patch of dark stubble on his jawline, no larger than a thumbprint, which he must have missed when shaving this morning. Something like fear pricks his features as he says, “Okay. Okay. Let’s get onto the beach.”

He grips her arm, helping her stand. Her legs tremble as they move slowly over the wet rocks, him glancing over his shoulder watching for waves.

When they reach the sand, he turns to her. “Your husband was fishing here this morning?”

She nods. “His tackle box—it’s on the rocks.”

The policeman looks at her for a long moment without blinking. “We had a report earlier that a man fishing was swept in.”

Her voice is small: “Was it him?”

“We can’t be sure yet.” He pauses. “But it sounds like it’s possible, yes.”

Saliva fills her mouth and she twists away. The gray-green sea swills with current as she searches it for Jackson. She swallows. “How long ago?”

“About twenty minutes. A couple reported it.”

She turns, following his gaze toward a middle-aged man and woman in dark blue parkas, a golden retriever at their feet. “Was it them? Did they see him?”

The moment he nods, Eva staggers past him.

The dog’s tail wags frantically as she approaches. “You saw my husband! He was fishing!”

“Your husband?” the woman says, distress clouding her narrow face. “We saw him, yes. I’m sorry—”

“What happened?”

The woman twists her scarf between her fingers as she says, “We’d seen him fishing when we walked past earlier.” She glances at her husband. “You said it looked dangerous with those waves, didn’t you?”

He nods. “When we turned to walk back, we saw he’d been swept in. He was in the water.”

“We called the coast guard,” the woman adds. “We tried to keep sight of him till they arrived . . . but . . . but we lost him.”

They must be mistaken, Eva thinks. It couldn’t be Jackson. “The man you saw—what was he wearing?”

“Wearing?” the woman repeats. “Dark clothes, I think. And a hat,” she says, touching the back of her head. “A red hat.”

SOMETIME LATER, EVA’S MOTHER arrives. She drapes a blanket over Eva’s shoulders and teases a fleecy hat over her short hair while asking questions in a low voice: How long has he been in the water? What has the coast guard said?

Eva watches the lifeboat making a search pattern, as if drawing a square in the water and then working outward so the square gets larger and larger until at some point the lifeboat is so far away she wonders if it is even possible Jackson could have swum that far.

She wants to focus on anything but the freezing grip of the sea, so she cushions herself with the warmer memory of Jackson surprising her last month when he’d turned up at the hospital after one of her late shifts holding a bag containing her favorite dress and a pair of gold heels. He’d told her to get changed because he was taking her out.

She’d slipped into the locker room, her heart skipping with excitement, and swapped her uniform for the black silk dress he’d chosen. She’d dabbed on some lipstick and smoothed back her dark hair, and the other midwives whistled and cooed as she came out, giving a little twirl.

Jackson had taken her to a blues bar in north London where the room was lit by candles and the rhythm of the double bass rocked through her chest. She’d leaned her head against Jackson’s shoulder, feeling the atmosphere soak through her, washing away the strains of the day. They drank cocktails they couldn’t afford, and she danced in high heels that gave her blisters, but she hadn’t minded: she loved Jackson for his knack of taking a normal day and carving something beautiful from it.

The loud drone of the coast guard helicopter cuts through Eva’s thoughts. The sea beneath quivers and trembles. The white and red colors look bright, optimistic almost, against the darkening clouds, and a ripple of anticipation spreads through the growing crowd.

The policeman stands alone rubbing his palms together to keep warm. Sometimes his radio crackles and he lifts it to his mouth. Eva glances over occasionally, studying him, watching for a sign to tell her how this day will end.

Mostly they wait in silence, listening to the waves crashing at sea, frothing white water bowling into the rocks. Her mother keeps hold of her hand and every now and then she says beneath her breath, “Come on, Jackson. Come on.”

WHEN THE LAST BIT of daylight is fading, Eva hears crackling from the policeman’s radio. She turns and watches as he lifts it toward his mouth and speaks into it. He looks out over the water and nods once, solemnly. Then the radio is lowered.

He begins moving toward Eva. She shakes her head, thinking, Do not say it!

“I’m afraid the coast guard’s calling off the search.”

Her gloved fingers clutch her scarf. “They can’t!”

“The boat’s almost out of fuel and the helicopter’s lost the light. I’m sorry.”

“He’s still out there!”

“The coast guard has made the decision.”

“But he won’t survive the night.”

The policeman’s gaze leaves her and settles on the sand at their feet.

She feels her mother’s hand around her waist, holding onto her, squeezing so tightly it’s as if she’s trying to absorb Eva’s pain.

“He’s out there,” Eva says finally. She pulls away and staggers down the beach, where the faint lights of the quay glow in the distance. She hears her mother calling after her, but she will not look back. She knows exactly where she needs to go.

Jackson is her husband and she will not give up on him.

THE FISHERMAN IS JUST stepping onto the quay when Eva approaches him. “Is this your boat?”

“Yeah,” he says suspiciously.

She snatches a breath. “I need you to take me out in it. I’ll pay.”

“Lady, this boat isn’t going anywhere—”

“My husband was swept from the rocks this morning,” she says.

“Your husband? Christ! I heard about it over the radio.”

She moves right past him, climbing into the boat as if she’s about to commandeer it.

“Hey, listen—”

“You understand currents? Tides?” she says, trying to keep her voice level and focus only on the practical details.

“Sure, but I can’t—”

“Please,” she says, swinging around to face him, her composure cracking. “You have to help me!”

Once they reach the open water, the boat pitches and rolls with the waves. Eva grips the side, her fingers aching from the cold. She won’t let herself think about this because if she admits that her feet are numb and that the temperature has dropped so low that she can’t stop shivering, then she’ll also have to admit that Jackson could not survive this.

The rocky outcrop looms like low-hanging fog. When they near it, the fisherman cuts the engine. He shouts above the wind, “We’ll drift with the current now.”

He moves toward her holding a yellow oilskin. “Here. Wear this over the life jacket.”

The material is rough and cold, the long sleeves scratching the chapped skin on the undersides of her wrists where her gloves end. She glances down and sees a thick smear of blood across the breast of the jacket.

“Just fish blood,” he says, following her gaze.

Eva glances around the boat deck, where lobster pots and dark heavy nets laced with seaweed are stacked. There are lights on the boat, but they’re not nearly bright enough. “Have you got a flashlight?”

“Sure.” He lifts the lid of the wooden bench and pulls out a flashlight with a glass face as big as a dinner plate.

He passes it to Eva, who holds it in both hands to support the weight. She flicks the switch and points it at the black water. The beam is dazzling and she blinks several times until her eyes become accustomed to it.

He fetches a second, smaller flashlight and begins searching the water beside her as they drift. Dark waves swim in and out of the beam like bodies rearing up, and then recede again.

“Your husband fish a lot?”

Husband. The word still sounded fresh and sweet. They had been married for just under ten months and the sight of his wedding band still made her catch her breath with happiness. “We live in London—so he doesn’t fish as much as he’d like. He used to as a boy. He’s from Tasmania.”

“Where’s that?”

She forgets that some people know little about Tasmania. “It’s an island off southeast Australia. Almost opposite Melbourne. It’s an Australian state.”

As she looks down at the inky sea, Eva’s thoughts drift back through the day. She pictures Jackson trudging up the beach with his fishing gear. Would his head have been fuzzy from drinking the night before? Did he walk along the shore and think of her still snug in bed, or remember their lovemaking last night? Was there any point when he’d considered turning around and stealing back into the warmth next to her beneath the duvet?

She imagines him on the rocks threading fishing lures onto the line with numb fingers, then setting out the catch bucket. She imagines that first cast, the smooth flick of the rod. The surf’s good for the fish, livens them up, he’d told her before.

He knew his fish. His father had run a cray boat for a decade, and Jackson studied marine biology. Living in London as they did, there wasn’t much call for marine biologists, but he said he got his fix of the coast whenever they visited her mother. In Tasmania, he owned an old sea kayak and would paddle through empty bays and inlets with a fishing rod hooked at the back of the kayak. She loved his stories of cruising beneath mountains and alongside wild coastline, catching fish to cook up on an open fire.

There is a loud splash by the boat’s side and Eva gasps.

The flashlight has slipped from her fingers, an eerie yellow glow falling through the dark water. “No! No . . .”

She wants to reach down, scoop her hands through the sea and save it, but the light flickers as it sinks, and then goes out.

“I’m sorry! I thought I had it,” she says, grasping the sides of the boat, leaning right over. “I’ve lost it. I can’t see anything now. I’m sorry . . . I . . .”

“No matter,” the fisherman says gently.

She hugs her arms tight to her chest. Her lips sting with the wind chill as she stares out into the endless darkness. “How cold is it?” she asks quietly. “The sea?”

He sucks in his breath. “I’d say it’s about eight or nine degrees at the moment.”

“How long could someone survive in it for?”

“Hard to say.” He pauses. “But I’d think a couple of hours at best.”

There’s silence save for the creak of the boat and the slap of waves against the hull.

He’s dead, she thinks. My husband is dead.

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  • Posted April 23, 2014

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    I loved how this novel pulled me in, from the beginning to the e

    I loved how this novel pulled me in, from the beginning to the end. I had to turn the page, read a little further, and know the answers! The setting of this book is first England, at the ragged coast, where you can feel the cold, and smell the freezing spray. Then a bit more exotic, we travel to Tasmania, where we do see the Dragon Horse Fish, which I’ve never heard of, but no Devils!
    I can’t imagine all of the things that Eva, the main character in this story goes through, and we literally walk in her shoes. We travel on the plane and are there with her first meeting with Jackson, we are there with the frantic search of the coast, hoping beyond hope for his survival. Never expecting all that is about to come, and never remembering the old saying about deceiving and the tangled web we weave.
    We go with Eva as she does her first and subsequent free dives, you’ll feel the water flowing by your body, and your breath about to explode, as it craves air. I could almost feel the peace she felt and she was down there in that magic world. Above on the land were all the hurts and unraveling secrets, dealing with death, and finding out more and more. How could you be so deceived? Easily?
    As you go through this book you are not going to want to put it down, and when it ended, I still wanted more.

    I received this book from the Publisher Touchstone Books, and was not required to give a positive review.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2014

    Not bad

    This was a good fast read. At times i wanted to strangle the main character but all falls into place. You will enjoy this.

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  • Posted April 14, 2014

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    Gripping and Suspenseful!

    My first book by Lucy (audiobook) and fell in love with the narrators, Shaun Grindell (ah . . . his sexy voice - could listen to him all day and night) and sweet and soothing Fiona Hardingham. Highly recommend A Single Breath: audio version, as a gripping and suspenseful novel of secrets.

    Eva was in love with her husband Jackson, and thought she had it all until he dies in a tragic accident and she is left devastated and finds herself pregnant.

    As she tries to deal with Jackson’s death, she travels to Tasmania to meet his estranged family; however, each day she learns more which begins to make her second guess her life with her husband. Did she really know him and was their life real? Was their life an entire lie? Who was this man?

    Jackson had many secrets, and a dark past which troubled him, covering up a tragic incident occurring when he was fifteen years old and continued blackmail, forcing him to make poor choices.

    As the book unfolds, hidden truths are uncovered bringing Eva closer to the truth, while being supported and loved by Jackson’s brother, Saul.

    An intriguing and complex story which kept me company on a beautiful day hiking trip, while being transported to this beautiful and suspenseful cliffside setting. I look forward to reading more from this passionate author.

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  • Posted April 6, 2014

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    In her latest novel, A Single Breath, Lucy Clarke entices her re

    In her latest novel, A Single Breath, Lucy Clarke entices her reader with the sublime question: “How well do you know the one you’ve betrothed your love and unrequited trust to?”




    Eva and Jackson have been married for barely eight months. On a weekend visit to her mother’s place at the shore in Dorset, England, Jackson rises early the morning after they arrive. He ventures down to the stormy coastline and navigates the jetties that finger their way out into the angry and churning sea. He has the blood of a fisherman that runs through his veins and knows that is where his prize catch awaits. Unfortunately gale force winds and the unfamiliar ground beneath his feet cause Jackson to lose his footing. The waves waste no time as they seize the moment and sweep him out to sea. When Eva learns of the tragic mishap, she refuses to give up hope. Search parties are organized and are relentless as the day continues from dawn to high noon and into the twilight of dusk. When the Coast Guard delivers the news to Eva that they are calling the search, Eva is left with a sad reality: her husband is dead.




    Eva isn’t the only person left behind in his wake. On the other side of the world in Tasmania, Australia, Jackson’s father Dirk and his brother Saul soon learn of his passing. It’s more than difficult for Dirk to accept. No parent ever wants to bury a child. Saul, however, is more than disturbed; especially since he and his brother hadn’t spoken to each other in nearly four years.




    The one thread Eva has to hold onto (after acknowledging the reality of her husband’s death), is her job. Eva is a midwife and loves her job. Sadly, what was once such a sense of completion and joy has become rote. Unable to focus on anything, Eva takes a leave of absence and decides to seek out Jackson’s estranged family halfway around the world. Besides, they were supposed to visit Tasmania in the fall—a trip that would give her the opportunity to finally meet his family. What Eva wasn’t prepared for were the answers she sought to the questions she had once asked.




    Lucy Clarke does a fine job of planting seeds that enhance plot and encourage the reader to nibble as he or she ventures further into the story. She demonstrates a comfortable flow with her narrative writing style and, as a result, the story is easy to read. While I've never been “Down Under,” Ms. Clarke describes the countryside with such familiarity, it was as though I had been there before. However, there are points in the story that tend to be drawn out more than necessary. Sometimes less is best in describing feelings, sensations, situations, etc. which, in my opinion, is a sure fire way to keep the reader fully engaged and less apt to wander or skip a page or two. Overall, A Single Breath is certainly a story that will capture the readers’ interest.




    Quill says: A Single Breath consistently poses the question throughout: “How well do you know the person you love”?

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