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Luanne Rice is a rarity among novelists today; she's a true storyteller. Her unique ability to weave together the bonds of love and family with the challenges and rewards of everyday life has garnered her eight consecutive top-ten New York Times bestselling paperbacks. With Beach Girls, Luanne Rice returns to the place that she was born to write about?the Connecticut shore?to tell a story about a family of women whose lives encompass three generations, their histories intertwined with that of the mystic coastal ...
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Luanne Rice is a rarity among novelists today; she's a true storyteller. Her unique ability to weave together the bonds of love and family with the challenges and rewards of everyday life has garnered her eight consecutive top-ten New York Times bestselling paperbacks. With Beach Girls, Luanne Rice returns to the place that she was born to write about—the Connecticut shore—to tell a story about a family of women whose lives encompass three generations, their histories intertwined with that of the mystic coastal town that has forever bound them to one another.

Beach Girls explores the complex and contradictory territories of love, family and friendship. Luanne Rice's sensuous prose and unforgettably rich and textured characters guide us toward a truth that lies within and sometimes beyond our dreams—an enduring strength that we all must embrace to find our way home and into the hearts of those we cherish most. Beach Girls is an enthralling novel of haunting beauty that will resonate long after the final page is turned.

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Like a milder Northern cousin of Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood, Rice's latest (following Dance with Me) celebrates the near mystical persistence of female bonds. While summering in the seaside town of Hubbard's Point, Conn., Emma Lincoln, Stevie Moore and Maddie Kilvert, the titular beach girls, were inseparable, but as adults, they've drifted apart. Stevie lives like a hermit in Hubbard's Point, unaware that her old friend Emma died in a car crash, leaving behind a husband, a child and secrets. When widower Jack brings his daughter, Nell, to the Point, Nell searches out her last link to her mother: Stevie. A bestselling children's author, Stevie is drawn to Nell and her attractive dad, but the protagonists must struggle with doubts and fears before they can consider a future together. This book is more sentimental and less suspenseful than Rice's previous novels, and fans of her earlier book, The Perfect Summer, may find the premise-a spouse who dies suddenly, with secrets that leave family in disarray-overly familiar. Fortunately, Rice's gorgeous descriptions and sensitive characterizations compensate for those flaws. Few writers evoke summer's translucent days so effortlessly, or better capture the bittersweet ties of family love. Agent, Andrea Cirillo. (Aug.) Forecast: Those who can't get to the beach will feel transported there upon opening this book, which will likely be a seaside essential for many readers. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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"Few writers evoke summer’s translucent days so effortlessly, or better capture the bittersweet ties of family love."—Publishers Weekly
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780786269631
  • Publisher: Gale Group
  • Publication date: 10/19/2004
  • Edition description: Large Print
  • Pages: 526
  • Product dimensions: 5.72 (w) x 8.74 (h) x 1.11 (d)

Meet the Author

Luanne Rice
Luanne Rice is the author of twenty-five novels, most recently Last Kiss, Light of the Moon, What Matters Most, The Edge of Winter, Sandcastles, Summer of Roses, Summer’s Child, Beach Girls, and her soon-to-be-released new hardcover, The Letters, written with Joseph Monninger. She lives in New York City and Old Lyme, Connecticut.


Luanne Rice is the New York Times- bestselling author who has inspired the devotion of readers everywhere with her moving novels of love and family. She has been hailed by critics for her unique gifts, which have been described as "a beautiful blend of love and humor, with a little magic thrown in."

Rice began her writing career in 1985 with her debut novel Angels All Over Town. Since then, she has gone on to pen a string of heartwarming bestsellers. Several of her books have been adapted for television, including Crazy in Love, Blue Moon, Follow the Stars Home, and Beach Girls.

Rice was born in New Britain, Connecticut, where her father sold typewriters and her mother, a writer and artist, taught English. Throughout her childhood, Rice spent winters in New Britain and summers by Long Island Sound in Old Lyme, where her mother would hold writing workshops for local children. Rice's talent emerged at a very young age, and her first short story was published in American Girl Magazinewhen she was 15.

Rice later attended Connecticut College, but dropped out when her father became very ill. At this point, she knew she wanted to be a writer. Instead of returning to college, Rice took on many odd jobs, including working as a cook and maid for an exalted Rhode Island family, as well as fishing on a scallop boat during winter storms. These life experiences not only cultivated the author's love and talent for writing, but shaped the common backdrops in her novels of family and relationships on the Eastern seaboard. A true storyteller with a unique ability to combine realism and romance, Rice continues to enthrall readers with her luminous stories of life's triumphs and challenges.

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Some interesting outtakes from our interview with Luanne:

"I take guitar lessons."

  • "I was queen of the junior prom. Voted in, according to one high school friend I saw recently, as a joke because my date and I were so shy, everyone thought it would be hilarious to see us onstage with crowns on our heads. It was 1972, and the theme of the prom was Color My World. For some reason I told my guitar teacher that story, and he said Yeah, color my world with goat's blood."

  • "I shared a room with both sisters when we were little, and I felt sorry for kids who had their own rooms."

  • "To support myself while writing in the early days, I worked as a maid and cook in one of the mansions in Newport, Rhode Island. I'd learned to love to cook in high school, by taking French cooking from Sister Denise at the convent next door to the school. The family I worked for didn't like French cooking and preferred broiled meat, well done, and frozen vegetables. They were particular about the brand—they liked the kind with the enclosed sauce packet. My grandmother Mim, who'd always lived with us, had taken the ferry from Providence to Newport every weekend during her years working at the hosiery factory, so being in that city made me feel connected to her."

  • "I lived in Paris. The apartment was in the Eighth Arrondissement. Every morning I'd take my dog for a walk to buy the International Herald Tribune and have coffee at a café around the corner. Then I'd go upstairs to the top floor, where I'd converted one of the old servant's rooms into a writing room, and write. For breaks I'd walk along the Seine and study my French lesson. Days of museums, salons du thé, and wandering the city. Living in another country gave me a different perspective on the world. I'm glad I realized there's not just one way to see things.

    While living there, I found out my mother had a brain tumor. She came to Paris to stay with me and have chemotherapy at the American Hospital. She'd never been on a plane before that trip. In spite of her illness, she loved seeing Paris. I took her to London for a week, and as a teacher of English and a lover of Dickens, that was her high point.

    After she died, I returned to France and made a pilgrimage to the Camargue, in the South. It is a mystical landscape of marsh grass, wild bulls, and white horses. It is home to one of the largest nature sanctuaries in the world, and I saw countless species of birds. The town of Stes. Maries de la Mer is inspiring beyond words. Different cultures visit the mysterious Saint Sarah, and the presence of the faithful at the edge of the sea made me feel part of something huge and eternal. And all of it inspired my novel Light of the Moon."

  • "I dedicated a book to Bruce Springsteen. It's The Secret Hour, which at first glance isn't a novel you'd connect with him—the novel is about a woman whose sister might or might not have been taken by a serial killer. I wrote it during a time when I felt under siege, and I used those deeply personal feelings for my fiction. Bruce was touring and I was attending his shows with a good friend. The music and band and Bruce and my friend made me feel somehow accompanied and lightened as I went through that time and reached into those dark places.

    During that period I also wrote two linked books—Summer's Childand Summer of Roses. They deal with the harsh reality of domestic violence and follow The Secret Hour and The Perfect Summer When I look back at those books, that time of my life, I see myself as a brave person. Instead of hiding from painful truths, I tried to explore and bring them to the light through my fiction. During that period, I met amazing women and became involved with trying to help families affected by abuse—in particular, a group near my small town in Connecticut, and Deborah Epstein's domestic violence clinic at Georgetown University Law Center. I learned that emotional abuse leaves no overt outward scars, but wounds deeply, in ways that take a long time to heal. A counselor recommended The Verbally Abusive Relationshipby Patricia Evans. It is life-changing, and I have given it to many women over the years."

  • "I became a vegetarian. I decided that, having been affected by brutality, I wanted only gentleness and peace in my life. Having experienced fear, I knew I could never willingly inflict harm or fear on another creature. All is related. A friend reminds me of a great quote in the Zen tradition: "How you do anything is how you do everything."
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      1. Date of Birth:
        September 25, 1955
      2. Place of Birth:
        New Britain, CT

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    Chapter One

    June, 2003

    Her mother's best friend lived in a blue house, and that was all Nell Kilvert knew. So, from the minute she and her father had arrived at the beach for their summer vacation, Nell had kept her eyes peeled for a blue house. When she asked her father where it might be, he said that after so many years away, his only strong memory of Hubbard's Point was of falling in love with her mother on the boardwalk.

    Beach girls now, beach girls tomorrow, beach girls till the end of time . . . Nell still remembered her mother's stories about Hubbard's Point, where she'd spent her childhood summers. She said that she and Aunt Madeleine and her best friend--what was her name?--were happiest with their feet in salt water. Her mother had said that no matter where they were, no matter where life took them, they would always be united by blue summer skies, high winds and sudden gales, and hot beach sand under their bare feet.

    Hot beach sand . . .

    Nell felt it now, scalding the soles of her tender feet. "Ouch, ouch," she said out loud.

    A girl about nine--her age--looked up from her beach towel. "Stand here," she said, moving over so Nell could get some relief from the hot sand.

    "Thanks," Nell said, standing on the very edge of the girl's towel.

    "Do you live here?" the girl asked.

    "We're renting a cottage," Nell said. "My father and I."

    "That's good," the girl said. "What's your name?"

    "Nell Kilvert. What's yours?"

    "Peggy McCabe. I live here. Year-round."

    "Oh," Nell said. She felt funny standing on the corner of the strange red-haired girl's towel, and thought how cool and fun it would be to live at the beach all year. Then, realizing that she had a Hubbard's Point expert on her hands, her eyes widened. "Do you know any blue houses?"

    Peggy looked puzzled. "Well--that one," she said, pointing.

    Nell looked over. Tall grass grew at the end of the beach, holding the sand in place so that no storm could ever wash it away. A big blue house nestled on the low dune--Nell had thought it had to be a beach club, but her father had told her it belonged to some lucky family. He had told her that it was built on pilings, to keep it above the highest tides, and that when they were young, he and her mother had gone underneath to kiss. Did it belong to Mom's best friend? Nell had asked, tingling. No, we didn't know the owners, her father had replied.

    "A different blue house," Nell said to Peggy.

    "Oh," Peggy said, getting a funny look on her face. "The witch's house."

    "The witch?"

    Peggy nodded, scooting over even farther on her striped towel, inviting Nell to sit down. She pointed across the crescent of white sand and sparkling bay to a house on the Point, hidden in lacy blue shadows of oak and fir trees. Nell peered, shielding her eyes from the sun with visor-hands. "That house looks white to me," she said.

    "It is now," Peggy said. "But it used to be blue. When I was really little. I remember, because my sister Annie had a song about it:

    Heart of stone, house of blue,

    If you come in my yard

    I'll make you a witch, too. . . ."

    Nell stared up at the house. She was skeptical: her mother's best friend couldn't be a witch. On the other hand, Nell had ruled out just about every other cottage at Hubbard's Point. She had ridden her bike up and down all the roads with her father. And she'd gone back to the only two blue cottages she'd found and asked the people if they remembered her mother, Emma Kilvert. Both times, the answer was no.

    "Why do you call her a witch?" Nell asked.

    "Because no one ever sees her," Peggy said. "She lives in New York all winter, and when she's here, she stays in her yard till after dark. She talks to owls. She writes children's books about all different birds. One got made into a movie. People who don't know how weird she is come from outside the beach to look for her--but she doesn't even answer her door! And every morning, before the sun comes up, she walks along the tide line to look for shorebirds and her lost diamond ring."

    "Her lost diamond ring?" Nell asked.

    "Yes. She's a divorcee. She's been married lots of times. No kids, even though she writes kids' books. She collected the engagement rings, and wears them on all her fingers. But she lost the biggest one while she was swimming in a storm, and she has to find it. It's worth thousands. She puts spells on the men who cross her! And on kids who trespass in her yard. They read her books, and she chases them away. You should see the sign she has by her stairs. . . ."

    Nell frowned, hugging her knees, making herself small. She didn't like the sound of this woman. Maybe it was a mistake to want to meet her. . . . But then she thought of her father and his new girlfriend, Francesca, and she thought of her mother's soft blue eyes, with the gentle sun lines around the outside corners, and of the way she used to talk about her best friend, and Nell felt a hole in her stomach.

    Beach girls now, beach girls tomorrow, beach girls till the end of time . . .

    Just thinking of the old saying made the shiver worse, and the hole bigger, and made Nell miss her mother so much she thought the sorrow might crush her right there on the beach. She stared up at the house on the hill, holding her knees tighter.

    Could her mother's best friend be a book-writing witch? Nothing seemed impossible anymore. In fact, compared to other things that had happened during Nell's lifetime, that didn't even seem so weird or terrible. She thanked Peggy for the information, and then she set off to find a way up the hill to the House That Used to Be Blue.

    The Hubbard's Point tennis courts had come a long way from when Jack Kilvert was a kid. Back then, they were cracked blacktop, a second thought to the beach and marsh, sloping into the sandy parking lot, underwater during big storms. Now they were green composite, neatly lined, rolled, and maintained--and people had to sign up to use them.

    "Thirty-love!" Francesca called from across the net.

    Jack concentrated as she prepared to serve. Her hair was honey brown, held back by a wide white band that set off her tan. Willow thin, except for the hourglass factor, she had legs that went on forever, and, in spite of his attempting to focus on the game, Jack was aware that she had stopped some traffic. Two men, smok-ing cigars and carrying beach chairs and floats, had stopped on their way down Phelps Road to watch her serve. Or stare at her legs.

    She served, he returned, she jumped the net into his arms.

    "You won, you bum," she said, kissing him on the lips.

    "Doesn't that mean I'm supposed to jump the net?" he said.

    "Don't get technical about everything. Maybe I was just in a big hurry to hold your big sweaty body--did you ever think of that?"

    Jack laughed as she kissed him again. She felt thin and hard in his arms. He had a memory that bypassed his mind entirely, existing solely in his heart: of holding Emma twenty-five years ago, right in this same spot. Francesca was the spitting image of his wife as a young woman. Jack did the age math, and his head hurt.

    "Come on, let's jump in the ocean," Francesca said.

    "I want to go home and check on Nell."

    "She told me she was going to the beach," Francesca said. "In fact, she saw me pull up in front of the house, and she met me before I even got out of the car. I think she wanted to go through my trunk, to make sure I hadn't brought an overnight bag. Honestly, she's like the border patrol."

    "No, she was just welcoming you."

    Francesca snorted through her pretty, perfect nose. "You are so not right about that. My parents were divorced, and when my father brought women home, I gave them hell. This is my payback--and believe me, I deserve it. Don't worry, though. I don't scare easy, and I totally respect her need to stake out her territory. I'll win her over--you'll see."

    Jack didn't say anything, not wanting to give her the wrong idea about where things were going.

    "Look . . . if she's at the beach, that means your house is empty," Francesca said, squeezing his hand. "I already know you have to be proper on the chance she'll walk in on us, but can we at least hold hands on the couch?"

    "While going over our British North Sea plans . . ." Jack said. They both laughed, Jack pulling back his hand as they set off, thinking, Real romantic, you jerk. He was forty-eight, overwhelmed, overworked, and totally confused about life's twists and turns. She was twenty-nine, dangerously beautiful.

    For the last six months, Jack had been in the Boston office of an Atlanta engineering firm. Francesca worked in his department now, and they had been colleagues for several years before that. They played mixed doubles together with people from work. He admired her serve, the precision of her mind, the excellence of her engineering skills, her great sense of humor.

    Did she notice that he was keeping distance between them, not wanting people to think he was part of a couple? And just who would care? Who would even remember him? Emma had spent about fifteen childhood summers here, before her family had moved to Chicago. Jack's family had rented here for three years in a row; Emma was four years younger--his sister's age. He had met her on the boardwalk one clear July night, and their fates were sealed. This year, needing a place to take Nell on vacation, he had chosen Hubbard's Point over the Vineyard, Nantucket, the Cape, islands in Maine . . . not so much because he wanted her to see the place where her parents had met, but because he'd been pulled here by forces he couldn't understand.

    "If your daughter's not home," Francesca whispered, closing the gap as they walked, "I can't promise that I'll behave myself. . . ."

    Jack felt the grin on his face, in the muscles around his mouth, but it didn't register anywhere else. He could show a smile, but he couldn't feel one. That had been the biggest curse of losing Emma. He was numb to the bone, as if winter had come to stay for the rest of his life. He was six foot three, had been an athlete since he could throw a ball, and he couldn't feel anything. Guys in his basketball league didn't know, his tennis partners had no clue, the women he dated wouldn't guess, his own sister, Madeleine, was in the dark.

    Only Nell knew, and he hated that she did.

    The road to the Point looped up from the beach, right past the tennis courts. Nell glanced over, just in time to see her father and Francesca kissing at the net, too busy to look up and witness her passing by. Seeing her father kiss Francesca was like a dagger in Nell's heart and made her in a greater rush to get to the House That Used to Be Blue. She began to trot, turning right at the top of the hill.

    The shadows were soft and dark here on the Point. Nell slowed down, looking at all the houses, trying to figure where she was in relation to the beach. Her parents had talked about this place, but never brought her here. Their family lived in Atlanta and vacationed on the beautiful Georgia barrier islands.

    Nell was used to southern white sand beaches and soft green grasses and warm water . . . nothing like this jagged coast, the chilly Long Island Sound. A craggy bay showed through the trees of the yards on the left. Some of the gardens were beautiful, overflowing with roses and lilies. A few had flagpoles. The breeze was blowing, and the flags stood out. Some of the flag houses had lovely window boxes cascading with petunias and ivy.

    Suddenly, looking up the hill that rose to the right, Nell saw a different kind of yard. It was mostly rock, with patches of wild-looking grass filling in between bushes and trees. Lilies bloomed in the shade, scraps of yellow and orange, like birds hiding in the woods. Pine needles and oak leaves rustled overhead, and stonecrop thatched in the crevices of stone steps curving up the rocky hill. Nell's heart began to beat very hard when she saw the sign:

    please go away

    It was hand-lettered, white paint on gray driftwood, nailed to a stake and driven into the ground beside the steps. Nell raised her eyes from the sign to the house. It was painted white, but the white looked almost blue in the shade of two tall oak trees.

    Nell looked back at the sign. Then at the house. She heard Peggy's words about the lady being a witch, and felt a tug-of-war inside. What if she was mean and scary and put a spell on her? The possibility gave Nell a cold shiver.

    But some feelings are stronger than fear: love, longing, desire. She had a lump in her throat and couldn't shake it loose. Her feet began to walk up the hill, and then she started to run. Staring upward, she saw a face in the window. She felt afraid, but she couldn't stop now. Barefoot, she caught her toe on a rock in the yard, tumbled head over heels, skinned both her knees.

    Stevie Moore had been at her kitchen table, watercolor brush poised as she stared out the window at hummingbirds darting in and out of the trumpet vine. Her seventeen-year-old cat, Tilly, sat on the table beside her, no less intent. Stevie wanted to capture the hummingbird's essence, which she thought was its amazing ability to be purely still yet in constant motion, all at the same time. Tilly just wanted to capture the hummingbird.

    Stevie really didn't know how she would survive without Tilly. The cat had been Stevie's constant companion through everything. Tilly had gotten her through more lonely nights than she could ever count. Sighing with love for her cat, she saw the hummingbirds suddenly dart away. Looking toward the stairs, she saw a child running up the hill.

    "Tilly, don't schools teach kids to read anymore?" Stevie asked, wondering whether maybe her nemeses, the young boys next door, had stolen her sign again.

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    • Posted April 13, 2013

      Another must read

      The perfect book for summer reading at the beach, the pool, or just curled up in a chair with a glass of lemonade. Luann Rice never lets me down. I have read almost all of her books, and have the rest on my Nook for reading when I have time to get to them.

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    • Posted November 2, 2012

      A Very Easy Read

      Just a good old story. Relaxing and nice to read right before falling asleep ( not that it is a sleeper ) it is just a good nice clean book and story. ENJOY !!!!!!

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    • Posted January 21, 2010

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      Good Read

      This book was a touching read. I felt so sad for Nell, the little girl lost. And in a way a lot of the main characters were. All affected by this one event. Jack the devastated widower who's desperate to reconcile his life and his daughter. Stevie the recluse who's so wise and caring, yet fearful of life. She and Jack both running for different reasons. And how the past comes back to haunt you in ways you'd never guess. I was a bit thrown at times how the main characters were so upset over the deceased friend/wife, when in most flashbacks she was cold, selfish and self-serving. She seemed like a horrible person, not someone who you'd associate warm feelings and think 'No wonder they miss her, she was a great woman.' I enjoyed more the building of each person's story, you got into their heads and it really wove everything into a much tighter plot. Later we find out it wasn't so much just hurt but the hurt caused that set a snowball effect into motion. I was so glad when things worked themselves out and the ending was warm and right. Humor, friendship, self-discovery, romance, this one offers a lot in a very interesting way.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted September 24, 2007

      Not Worth Your Time

      This novel is trite and you can see where it is going within the first few chapters. Stevie, the heroine, is an unrealistic character...the only character I even liked was the child, Nell. The writing style made me yawn and I was soooo excited when I finished the book because I could start reading something else!!!

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    • Anonymous

      Posted August 17, 2007


      This is a sweet, non-controversial story. It's a safe read for a teenager and something easy for all you grown-ups who don't want to think too much in the evenings.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted April 13, 2006

      Hardcovered Harlequin Romance

      Once again a man has to come to the rescue of some poor inept women who can't seem to solve their own problems even though they are supposedly smart educated women. You can fiqure out in the first twenty or so pages where this book is going. Susan

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    • Anonymous

      Posted March 18, 2006

      Good Read

      I thought this was a very sweet and touching book. I have to admit, it took me a while to read it because I let it sit on my shelf for a while because it didn't grab my attention right away, but when I finally decided to finish it, I thought it was great. I cried in the end because it's a sweet story. I recommend this book but not really on the top of my list.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted August 21, 2005


      Absolutely a great book! Truly entertaining and a great summer read!

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    • Anonymous

      Posted August 21, 2005

      More of Maddie

      I am enjoying Beach Girls, I think the Maddie character could have been more developed she is enteresting and the actress that Maddie was excellent thank-you

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    • Anonymous

      Posted July 14, 2005

      I loved it!

      This was the first book of hers that I read and I adored it. I will admit that I found it because it is being made into a movie, but I think that if you are looking for a good, makes you feel happy,read-while-you-lay-in-the-sun-book, this is it.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted July 19, 2005

      Very predictable

      There's light summer reading, then there's boring, juvenile, disappointing reading like Beach Girls. I skimmed through at least half the story and still missed nothing. What a waste of time.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted July 31, 2005

      Excellant summer time reading

      I love all of her books. They help take me away from all of the 'have to' business reading that an office job requires.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted July 12, 2005

      Beach Girls

      I was so disappointed by this book. This was my first exposure to LuAnne Rice's writing and judging from this book, it will be my last. Too many random characters, too many cliches, I never really connected with any of the characters, I hated how she destroyed some relationships merely to serve the Stevie character and her eventual relationships with the other characters. I never got a feel or any sort of resolution about the character of Emma and felt like she existed merely to be destroyed bit by bit over the course of the book, which was frustrating because I found her interesting and fantastically complex in comparison to the Mary Sue character of Stevie whose imperfections are written off as adding to her perfection and sensitivity and who is the cureall for everyone who exists in the pages of the Beach Girls story. The dialogue was horrific, I never felt like any of these conversations would ever take place in real life, that a child of nine would talk like Nell does. And I resented the very tired cliche of women who work in corporate settings and don't embrace a creative lifestyle, who dare to enjoy sex for sex sake, who don't aspire to marry are cold, unfeeling and insensitive. Unless her other stories are markedly different from this formula and include better characterization and plotting, I would highly recommend skipping this author's work. Outside of the descriptions of the beach setting which were vivid and beautiful, this book was a waste of time.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted July 12, 2005

      Beach Girls

      Boring, plodding and insulting. No humor whatsoever, bad dialogue, horrible characterization, an interesting concept but the execution is far off the mark. I was surprised at how little there was of actual Beach Girls interactions and how the author so obviously and blatantly used one character to further another.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted April 24, 2005


      I was so excited to read Beach Girls and it was such a let down. You can figure out the ending. People get introducted into the book to keep the plot alive. It lacked interest,was too drawn out and had a weak story line. The story could have ended half way through the book. It was a struggle to finish this one.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted April 29, 2005


      I loved this book! it's the first of hers i've ever read and i can't wait to read more by her.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted September 12, 2004

      book lover

      I had a hard time finishing this book. It was to simple not enough suprise. I like to read a book that makes me feel the author has an amasing imagination. I thing I could do better than this. Sorry.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted September 16, 2004

      Not a Favorite

      I usually like her books a lot but this one lacked any real pulling story line. It seemed like it was a book of re-hashing the same thing and same hurts over and over again. I found it boring and just wanted to hurry and finish it only because I dont leave a book unread. I thought some of Nells thoughts and actions were not realistic at her age, Just oculdnt get into this story at all

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    • Anonymous

      Posted September 23, 2004

      Verry Disappointed

      I usually love Luanne Rice's books and was anticipating loving this one too but I hated this one. Very boring and could not connect with the characters at all. I never write reviews but felt I had to warn people to save your money!

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    • Anonymous

      Posted September 1, 2004

      Absoultely loved it!

      can't wait to read more books from her. She is one of a kind.

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