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The Blue Bistro

The Blue Bistro

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by Elin Hilderbrand

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Elin Hilderbrand, author of the enchanting Summer People and The Beach Club, invites you to experience the perfect getaway with her sparkling new novel.

Adrienne Dealey has spent the past six years working for hotels in exotic resort towns. This summer she has decided to make Nantucket home. Left flat broke by her ex-boyfriend, she is desperate


Elin Hilderbrand, author of the enchanting Summer People and The Beach Club, invites you to experience the perfect getaway with her sparkling new novel.

Adrienne Dealey has spent the past six years working for hotels in exotic resort towns. This summer she has decided to make Nantucket home. Left flat broke by her ex-boyfriend, she is desperate to earn some fast money. When the desirable Thatcher Smith, owner of Nantucket's hottest restaurant, is the only one to offer her a job, she wonders if she can get by with no restaurant experience. Thatcher gives Adrienne a crash course in the business...and they share an instant attraction. But there is a mystery about their situation: what is it about Fiona, the Blue Bistro's chef, that captures Thatcher's attention again and again? And why does such a successful restaurant seem to be in its final season before closing its doors for good? Despite her uncertainty, Adrienne must decide whether to open her heart for the first time, or move on, as she always does.

Infused with intimate Nantucket detail and filled with the warmth of passion and the breeze of doubt, The Blue Bistro is perfect summer reading.

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Publishers Weekly
The pricey, popular bistro of the title is the real star of Hilderbrand's fourth novel set on Nantucket. After years of hotel employ, peripatetic Adrienne Dealey, 28, lands her first restaurant job within hours of disembarking on the bucolic Massachusetts island. She's got a lot of learning to do as assistant to co-owner Thatcher Smith. Adrienne's soon attracted to the handsome Thatcher, and he seems to return her feelings. But just what is his relationship with his partner, the famous, utterly reclusive chef Fiona "Fee" Kemp? And why will no one talk about her? Hilderbrand specializes in beach reading (Summer People; The Beach Club); the plot doesn't go too far beyond standard romance and the characters don't reach beyond the conventional (though Adrienne does drink a bit more than the average heroine). But the complexities of running a bustling, ambitious restaurant in a summer hotspot are absorbing, and as Adrienne develops survival techniques with the customers and staff, readers follow her progress with genuine interest. Though the romance is a bit tepid and a subplot involving Adrienne's father's new girlfriend doesn't add much excitement, this is still a perfectly enjoyable beach book. Agent, Michael Carlisle. (June) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Another Nantucket beach read from Hildebrand (Nantucket Nights, 2001), this one set in a fabulous ocean-side restaurant where the heroine's frothy romance competes with the specter of cystic fibrosis. Adrienne Dealey arrives in Nantucket from Aspen, having drifted from one resort hotel job to another for the last eight years. Despite a complete lack of restaurant experience, debonair Thatcher Smith immediately hires her as his assistant manager at the eponymous Blue Bistro, which he owns with chef Fiona Kemp and which will shut its doors for good after this final summer season. Adrienne moves in with a friendly waitress, buys some new hostess outfits and proves a fast learner of the ins and outs of the restaurant business, her success aided by her natural good looks. Hildebrand introduces lots of mouthwatering food and keeps the champagne flowing for the not terribly colorful cast of customers and staff-the unhappy married couple, the studly bartender, the lonely rich guy, the ambitious pastry chef. The inevitable romance between Adrienne and Thatch is complicated by Thatch's devotion to Fiona, with whom he eats dinner every night after the restaurant closes. And, frankly, in a charisma contest, Fiona in her apron would win over Adrienne in her designer frocks hands down. A graduate of the Culinary Institute, petite, fierce-eyed Fiona is a brilliant chef who could be a star on the Cooking Channel, but she avoids all publicity and never leaves her kitchen. Gradually, Adrienne realizes that Fiona is sick, a secret that must be kept so that diners aren't frightened away. As the summer winds down, Adrienne and Thatch find themselves deeply in love, but Thatch's devotion to the devoutlyCatholic Fiona, who has her own married lover, never waivers, and he marries her in a hospital ceremony just before her death. Not to worry: now he's an available widower. Uneasy mix of escapism and medical soap opera.
From the Publisher

The Blue Bistro is a wonderful, wonderful love story, the kind that you read, then recommend to many many friends - and so, I recommend it to you. Highly.” —James Patterson, bestselling author of Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas

“A wonderfully poignant behind-the-scenes journey into the world of high-end restaurants, island life, and the inner workings of the human heart. A great summer story.” —Lolly Winston, author of Good Grief

bestselling author of Suzanne's Diary for Nichola James Patterson

A wonderful, wonderful love story…the kind that you read, then recommend to many, many friends--and so, I recommend it to you. Highly.

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The Blue Bistro

By Elin Hilderbrand

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Copyright © 2005 Elin Hilderbrand
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-0549-7



Adrienne needed a job.

She arrived on Nantucket Island with two maxed-out credit cards, forty borrowed dollars, and three rules scribbled on an Amtrak cocktail napkin. She spent seven of the dollars on a dorm bed at the hostel in Surfside and slept with the cocktail napkin under her pillow. When she awoke the next morning in a room full of slumbering college students, she read the rules again. Rule One: Become self-sufficient. Rule Two: Do not lie about past. Rule Three: Exercise good judgment about men. The last thing Adrienne had done before leaving Aspen was to turn her boyfriend, Doug, in to the authorities. Doug had been living with Adrienne in the basement of the Little Nell, where Adrienne worked as a concierge; he had been stealing money from the hotel rooms to buy cocaine, and he had stolen more than two thousand dollars from Adrienne.

Adrienne quietly slipped into clothes and stashed her belongings in a locker, which was free until noon. She set out into the bright but chilly May morning with her money and the napkin, repeating a tip that a man had given her on the ferry the night before. A tip about a job.

The Blue Bistro, 27 North Beach Extension. The man who suggested this place was a freelance writer who had been coming to Nantucket for over twenty years. He came across as a normal guy, despite his square wire-rimmed glasses, thirty years out of style, and the way he licked his lips every five seconds, as though Adrienne were a T-bone steak. They had started chatting casually over the ketchup dispenser at the snack bar. He asked her if she was coming to Nantucket for a vacation. And Adrienne had laughed and said, Hardly. I need a job. I need money.

If it's money you want, the man had said, the Blue Bistro is where you should go.

I don't work in restaurants, Adrienne had said. I work in hotels. At the front desk. I'm a hotel person.

There's a hotel down the street from the bistro, the man had said. He paused, wet his lips. But, like I said, if it's money you want ...

Adrienne walked to the North Beach Extension, stopping twice for directions. The road was quiet. There were a few houses along the way but most of them were still boarded up; one had a crew of painters working. Then, to the right, Adrienne saw a parking lot and a one-story cedar-shingled building with a green slate roof, all by itself on a stretch of windswept beach. Adrienne stopped in the road. This was the restaurant. The hotel, as the man on the ferry had described it, was down the street on the left. She should go to the hotel. But then she caught a scent of roasting meat and she thought about money. She decided it couldn't hurt to check the place out.

A sign taped to the front door read: THE BLUE BISTRO, OPENING FOR ITS FINAL SEASON JUNE 1ST. Adrienne perused the menu. The food was expensive, it sounded delicious, and her stomach complained. She'd trekked halfway across the island without any breakfast.

She peered in the dark window, wondering what she might say. She had never worked in a restaurant before; she knew nothing about the business except that it was, prostitution aside, the quickest way to make money. She supposed she could lie and say that she'd waited tables in college. She could pick up the skills once she started. Kyra, her desk manager at the Little Nell, had told her that waiting tables was a piece of cake. Nantucket had been Kyra's idea. After the whole disaster with Doug, Kyra suggested that Adrienne get as far away from the Rocky Mountains as possible. If it's money you want, Nantucket is where you should go.

Adrienne tried the door. Locked. She tapped on a windowpane. Hello? She felt like the Little Match Girl, hungry and tired, bereft and friendless. Can you save me?

She thought of her father, at that minute probably elbow deep in a root canal. Since Adrienne's mother died, his concern for Adrienne's well-being seemed so heavy as to actually pull the corners of his mouth into a frown. He worried about her all the time. He worried that she was too adventurous, working in all these exotic locales where the men weren't necessarily principled. And he was right to worry. He was so right that Adrienne hadn't been able to tell him how guests of the Little Nell had been complaining about cash missing from their rooms and about how Kyra had interrogated the battalion of Mexican chambermaids. When the chambermaids proved a dead end, Kyra had come to Adrienne and asked if she had any idea who might be taking the money. Adrienne was confused about why Kyra was asking her but then, somehow, she realized that Kyra meant Doug. Doug, who had lost his job in February and whose behavior was becoming increasingly erratic. Doug, who traveled down-valley several times a week to visit a "friend" in Carbondale. Adrienne had snuck down to their basement apartment while she was supposed to be at work. She found her hotel master key card in the pocket of Doug's ski jacket. And then, on a second dreadful hunch, she checked the tampon box where she saved her tips, the money for her Future, which she had always thought of with a capital "F"—money for something bigger and better down the road, a house, a wedding, a business. The box was empty. He had stolen her Future; he had snorted it. Instead of killing Doug herself, Adrienne followed Kyra's advice and called the Pitkin County police. They caught him robbing the Alpine Suite in the middle of the day. He was arrested for larceny and possession, and Adrienne left town in the midst of his court proceedings, flat broke.

She had only asked her father for a small loan—two hundred dollars—enough to get her back east on the train and set up someplace else. But he must have sensed something in her voice, because he sent her three hundred, no questions asked.

Adrienne heard someone shout, "Hey!" She whipped around. A man was striding toward her from a silver pickup truck in the parking lot. She smiled at him, squinting in a way that she hoped conveyed her innocence. I'm not trying to rob you. I just want ... a job? When he got closer, she saw he had red-gold hair and freckles—he was a man who looked like a twelve-year-old boy. His hand shot out as though he'd been expecting her.

"Thatcher Smith," he said. "Thatch."

"Oh. Uh." Adrienne was so nervous, she couldn't remember her name. The man raised his pale eyebrows expectantly, waiting for her to identify herself. "Adrienne."



"Adrienne Dealey." His tone of voice said, Of course, Adrienne Dealey, like they had an appointment. "Can I help you, Adrienne?"

Adrienne opened her mouth but no sound came out. So much for knocking them dead with her confidence and charm.

Thatcher Smith laughed. A short, one-syllable "ha!" Loud and spontaneous, as if she had karate-chopped his funny bone. "Cat got your tongue?"

"I guess," she said. "Sorry. I came for a job. Is there an application or something I can fill out?"

"Application?" He looked at her in a strange but pleasant way, as though he'd never heard the word before.

"Don't you work here?" Adrienne asked.

"I own here."

"Oh." The owner? Adrienne took another look at this guy. He was about six feet tall with sloping shoulders, strawberry blond hair, green eyes, freckles. He wore jeans, running shoes, a red fleece jacket that was almost too bright to look at in the morning sun. She couldn't tell if he resembled Huckleberry Finn or if it was just the name, Thatcher—like Becky Thatcher—that summoned the image. He had a clean, friendly Midwestern vibe about him. He wasn't handsome so much as wholesome looking. Adrienne corrected her posture and cleared her throat. She was so destitute it was hard to feel impressive. "Would it be okay if I filled out an application, then?"

"We don't have any applications. It's not that kind of place. I do all the hiring face-to-face. What kind of job are you after? Front of the house? Back of the house? Because I can tell you right now, we're not hiring any back of the house."

Adrienne had no idea what he was talking about. She was after money, a thick wad of twenties she could roll out like a Mafia boss.

"I thought maybe I could wait tables?"

"Do you have any experience?" Thatcher asked.

I waited tables in college, she thought. But she couldn't make herself say it.

"None," she said. "But I'm willing to learn. Someone told me it's a piece of cake."

Thatcher laughed again—"ha!" He moved past her to the door of the restaurant and took a giant ring of keys from his jacket pocket. Adrienne noticed a wooden dory by the front of the restaurant filled with fresh soil. They probably grew flowers in the dory all summer. That was a nice touch. This was a nice restaurant. Too nice for Adrienne. If she wanted to be self-sufficient, she would have to sell her laptop.

"Never mind," Adrienne said. "Thanks for your time."

She turned to leave, making an alternate plan of attack. Back to the road, down the street to the hotel. After she filled out an application there, she would have to surrender some of her money for breakfast.

"You understand?" Thatcher said. "I can't exactly hire you to wait tables when you've had no experience."

"I understand," Adrienne said. "I was just checking. Someone I met on the boat told me how great your restaurant was. He also said there's a hotel down here?"

"The Nantucket Beach Club and Hotel," Thatcher said. "But Mack won't hire you without experience either."

"I have hotel experience," Adrienne said. "I just came from Aspen. I worked at the Little Nell."

Thatcher's pale eyebrows shot up. "The Little Nell?"

She nodded. "You've heard of it?"

"Of course, yeah. What did you do there?"

"Front desk," she said. "Concierge."

Thatcher pointed his head at the open door. "Are you hungry?" The door of the restaurant swung open. "I was going to have an omelet. Would you like to join me?"

Adrienne glanced back at the sandy road. She should go. An omelet, though, sounded tempting. "I don't know," she said.

"Oh, come on," Thatcher said. "I hate to eat alone." He ushered Adrienne in. The roasting meat and garlic smell was so overpowering that Adrienne nearly fell to her knees in hunger. What had she had for dinner last night on the ferry? A hotdog that had spent seven hours spinning on a rack and a cup of gluey clam chowder.

"Someone's cooking?" she said.

"My partner," Thatcher said. "She never sleeps. Follow me. I'll give you the grand tour."

When they stepped inside the front door, Adrienne was overcome with anxiety. She checked her watch, a jogging watch with an altimeter. It was just after ten o'clock; she was three feet above sea level. What was she doing? She had to find a job today. Still, she trailed Thatcher, trying to seem polite and interested. Free food, she thought. Omelet.

Thatcher stopped at an oak podium. "This is the host station, where we greet guests and make reservations. We have two public phone lines and a private line. The private line is very private, but sometimes guests get ahold of it. Don't ask me how."

He led her past a bar topped with a shiny slab of blue-gray stone. "Now here," he said proudly, "is our blue granite bar. We found the stone in a quarry in northern Vermont." The wall behind the bar was stocked with bottles on oak shelves. "We only sell call and top shelf. I don't ever want to drink Popov and I don't want my guests drinking it. Not in here," Thatcher said. There were two small tables in the bar area and a black baby grand piano. "We have live music six nights a week. My guy knows everything from Rodgers and Hart to Nirvana." Down two steps was the dining room, maybe twenty tables, all with views of the ocean. The restaurant had no walls—it was open from the waist up. In winter, Adrienne could see, they hung plastic sheeting to keep the wind and sand out. There was an awning skeleton off the back. They placed six tables under the awning on a deck, Thatcher said, and four four-tops out in the sand under the stars.

"Those are the fondue tables," he said. "It makes a royal mess."

They returned to the bar, where the tables were set with white tablecloths, china, silver, wineglasses. Thatcher indicated Adrienne should sit.

"Let me take your jacket," he said.

"I'll keep it on," Adrienne said.

"You're going to eat with your jacket on?" he said.

She handed him her purple Patagonia Gore-Tex that she'd bought with an employee discount from the ski shop at the Little Nell, and lowered herself daintily into a white wicker chair, as though she were accustomed to having breakfast in glamorous bistros like this all the time. Thatcher hung up her jacket then disappeared into the back, leaving Adrienne alone.

"The Blue Bistro," she said to herself. This was the kind of place that Doug would have called, disparagingly, "gourmet"; if it wasn't deep-fried or residing between two pieces of bread, Doug didn't want to eat it. Prison food would suit him fine.

Adrienne took a white napkin off her plate and unfolded it on her lap. She lifted the fork; it was heavy, beautiful silver. And the charger—she flipped it over. Limoges. She replaced the plate quickly—this was the restaurant equivalent of checking someone's medicine cabinet. Before she could inspect the pedigree of the stemware, Thatcher was back with two glasses of juice.

"Fresh-squeezed," he said. "The last of the blood oranges." He set the glasses down then disappeared again.

Adrienne eyed her glass. "The last of the blood oranges," she whispered. The juice was the fiery pink of some rare jewel. Was it okay to take a sip before he got back? Adrienne listened for noises from the kitchen. It was silent. She took a deep breath. The air smelled like something else now: toast. Hunger and thirst, she thought. They'd get you every time. Thatcher hurried out of the kitchen with two plates and set one in front of Adrienne with a flourish, as though she were someone very important.

It was the best omelet Adrienne had ever eaten. Perfectly cooked so that the eggs were soft and buttery. Filled with sautéed onions and mushrooms and melted Camembert cheese. There were three roasted cherry tomatoes on the plate, skins splitting, oozing juice. Nutty wheat toast. Thatch had brought butter and jam to the table. The butter was served like a tiny cheesecake on a small pedestal under a glass dome. The jam was apricot, homemade, served from a Ball jar.

Adrienne dug in, wondering where to start in the way of conversation. She decided the only safe thing was to talk about the food.

"This jam reminds me of when I was little," Adrienne said, spreading a thick layer on her toast. "My mother made jam."

"Is she a good cook?" Thatcher said.


"Your mother."

Adrienne paused. Rule Two: Do not lie about past! But it was hard when someone hurled a question at her like a pitch she couldn't hit.


For Adrienne, the silence that followed was studded with guilt. She should have just said, "She was," but then, by necessity, there would be tedious personal explanations about ovarian cancer and a motherless twelve-year-old that she was never in the mood for. She would rather talk about her felonious ex-boyfriend and her empty Future. It's okay, she thought. She would never see this guy again after today and she vowed she would tell the truth to the next person she met. Her mother was dead.

"Well," Adrienne said. "This is the most delicious breakfast I've ever had in my life."

"I'll tell Fee," he said. "She likes to feed people."

Adrienne ate every bite of her eggs and mopped up the tomato juices with her bread crust and drained her juice glass, thinking to herself—Manners, manners! Turn the fork upside down on the plate when you're finished, very European. If nothing else, this would make a great e-mail to her father. Her first morning on Nantucket she ends up eating a breakfast of champions in a restaurant that wasn't even open.

She collapsed in her chair, drunk with food, in love with this restaurant. If she ever caught up enough to pay off her credit cards and refund her father with interest, she'd come here for dinner and order the foie gras. "Why is it your last season?" she asked.

"Ahhh," Thatcher said. He pushed away his plate—half his omelet remained and Adrienne stared at it, wondering how audacious it would be to ask if she might finish it. Thatcher propped his elbows on the table and tented his fingers. Even his fingers, Adrienne noticed, were freckled. "The time has come."

The time has come? That was a noncommittal answer, an art form Adrienne wished she could perfect. So she, too, had asked a tricky question. In the interest of changing the subject, Adrienne offered up something else.

"I just got here last night."

"You've never been to the island before?"


"You came straight from Aspen?"

"I did."

"I'm intrigued by the Little Nell. They say it's the best."

"One of. Relais and Chateaux and all that. They gave me housing."

"In the hotel?"


"That must have been sweet."

"It was okay," Adrienne said. She and Doug had lived in a studio apartment with his retriever, Jax, even though pets weren't allowed. No pets, no drugs, no stealing from the rooms!

"Did you go out at night?" Thatcher asked.


"My bartender here, Duncan, works at the Board Room in Aspen all winter. You ever go there?"


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Meet the Author

Elin Hilderbrand is the author of The Island, Nantucket Nights, and Summer People, among others. She grew up in Collegeville, Pennsylvania, and is a graduate of Johns Hopkins University and the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop, where she was a teaching/writing fellow. Her short fiction has appeared in Seventeen, The Massachusetts Review, and The Colorado Review. She lives with her husband, Chip Cunningham, and their two sons in Nantucket, Massachusetts.
Elin Hilderbrand is the author of The Island, Nantucket Nights, Summer People and The Blue Bistro, among others. She grew up in Collegeville, Pennsylvania, and is a graduate of the Johns Hopkins University and the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop, where she was a teaching/writing fellow. Her short fiction has appeared in Seventeen, The Massachusetts Review, and The Colorado Review. She lives with her husband, Chip Cunningham, and their two sons in Nantucket, Massachusetts.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
bought this book right before 4th of july and read it while i was at the beach that week. couldn't put it down...it was the perfect beach book indeed. the end was a little abrupt...but overall was a great, easy read on vacation. and well written in terms of the language, actual sentences, etc. not overly gushy or dramatic. (with any beach book, the main character's names are always a good indication of how good or ridiculous a book will be...'adrienne' and 'thatcher' are real-enough names, not over-the-top...just like this book...real enough to be believable...not silly.) 'real' characters, not caricatures, and reminded me of my summers in the restaurant industry. great read.
BLUEEYEBE More than 1 year ago
The Blue Bistro is a fine dining restaurant located on the beach of Nantucket. This is a complex and emotional story about the owners, Thatcher Smith and Fiona Kemp and a girl, Adrienne, running from a drug addicted ex boyfriend who stole her money. Thatcher, a conflicted character, loves Fiona deeply, as a friend, but his love runs so deep that this unique friendship has interfered with his past love interests. Fiona suffers, since childhood, from Cystic Fibrosis. She is on the list for a lung transplant. Adrienne has been working all over the world in the hotel industry. Adrienne is hired by Thatcher to run the front of the restaurant. Love grows between Adrienne and Thatcher. Every night when the Blue Bistro closes Thatcher and his partner chef Fiona share dinner in the kitchen where she hides from society, which leaves Adrienne confused until she finds out the truth about her "rival" and why the Blue Bistro will close after this summer. Exciting, interesting read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book and started to look at restaurant staffs with a different eye. Unpredictable things happen at the end but you won't be disappointed!
Stacy Mattia More than 1 year ago
I have read a lot of Elin H's books and this one was different. It centers around one character which was a nice departure from her others. You really got to know the main character and she was a smart girl that had lost a lot in life and was trying to find her way. The restaurant life was interesting and the author described a typical day in a way that you felt you were living it. Great book that I would recommend to all!
sam08r More than 1 year ago
The interplay of food within the novel kept me coming back for more. It is Nantucket, for those who have never been.
harstan More than 1 year ago
For the last eight years, late twentyish Adrienne Dealey has worked a series of hotel jobs. Her last gig was in Aspen, but now she arrives in Nantucket. Owner of the upscale Blue Bistro Thatcher Smith hires Adrienne as the restaurant's assistant manager although she has no experience working at a restaurant so it is a work in progress. As she learns the business while serving as the hostess, Thatcher and Adrienne begin an affair. However, every night when the Blue Bistro closes Thatcher and his partner talented chef Fiona Kemp share dinner in the kitchen where she hides as her retreat from society; all this leaves Adrienne confused until she finds out the truth about her "rival" and why the Blue Bistro will close after this summer. This is an interesting Nantucket contemporary drama starring a likable cast. Although some minor subplots feel like padding and a late twist unnecessary, the story line is entertaining. Fans will relish the locale as Elin Hilderbrand owns the beach in summer while wondering along side of Adrienne what is truly going on between Thatcher whom she believes wants her and Adrienne. Harriet Klausner
Guest More than 1 year ago
Absolutely loved this book! Couldn't put it down until I finished it! Great characters and loved the restaurant setting as well as the island setting. A definite must read!Thoroughly enjoyed and look forward to reading other books by Elin Hilderbrand.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i read the love season first and now i am immersing to more of Hilderbrand's work. Thatcher's gestures of marrying a dying friend is full of compassion. it may have a quite sad ending but the essence of the novel speaks so much about ordinary lives lived extraordinarily by these characters. ingenious work
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book - read it in two days! It is a heartfelt and wonderful story and I was so sad to see it end. The characters are so real that they feel like old friends. I highly recommend The Blue Bistro - makes you want to spend time in Nantucket and make a reservation for two!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the Blue Bistro!! Couldn't put it down. Had tears in my eyes at the end!! If you've read any of Elin Hildebrand's books and want another, this is a must read!!!
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This is a good summer read. Some fun and heartache on the beach.
kygal7 More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the book but I thought the ending left a little something to be desired. I really like Hilderbrand's books.
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DB215 More than 1 year ago
If you want to read about rich people who eat expensive dinners, and the people who serve them, this is might be for you. Just don't expect any real depth to any of the characters. I read this for my book club otherwise I would have cut my losses and moved on to better fare. Never really felt there was a clear purpose or thread to this book.
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I enjoyed this book, however, it was not one of my favorites. I thought "Barefoot" was one of her best.
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Great easy read for summer!
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This is one of my all time favorite books! I constantly read in various genres. You will not be disappointed.
kathyKNY More than 1 year ago
This book came highly recommended to me by my mother in law, and as usual she picked a great one. I loved this book, I did not want it to end! I cannot wait to read more of her books.
beh88 More than 1 year ago
An amazing story...ten stars!