Charlie St. Cloudby Ben Sherwood
In a snug New England fishing village, Charlie St. Cloud tends the lawns and monuments of an ancient cemetery where his younger brother, Sam, is buried. After surviving the car accident that claimed his brother's life, Charlie is graced with an extraordinary gift: He can see, talk to, and even play catch with Sam's spirit. Into this magical world comes Tess… See more details below
In a snug New England fishing village, Charlie St. Cloud tends the lawns and monuments of an ancient cemetery where his younger brother, Sam, is buried. After surviving the car accident that claimed his brother's life, Charlie is graced with an extraordinary gift: He can see, talk to, and even play catch with Sam's spirit. Into this magical world comes Tess Carroll, a captivating woman training for a solo sailing trip around the globe. Fate steers her boat into a treacherous storm that propels her into Charlie's life. Their beautiful and uncommon connection leads to a race against time and a choice between death and life, between the past and the future, between holding on and letting go — and the discovery that miracles can happen if we simply open our hearts.
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The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud
By Ben Sherwood
BantamCopyright © 2004 Ben Sherwood
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Chapter OneCHARLIE ST. CLOUD WASN'T THE BEST OR BRIGHTEST BOY in Essex County, but he was surely the most promising. He was junior-class vice president, shortstop of the Marblehead Magicians, and co-captain of the debate club. With a mischievous dimple on one cheek, nose and forehead freckled from the sun, and caramel eyes hidden beneath a flop of sandy-blond hair, he was already handsome at fifteen. He was a friend to jocks and geeks and even had a girlfriend one year older at school. Yes, Charlie St. Cloud was a blessed boy, quick of mind and body, destined for good things, perhaps even a scholarship at Dartmouth, Princeton, or one of those Ivied places.
His mother, Louise, cheered his every achievement. Indeed, Charlie was both cause and cure for her own life's disappointments. Those troubles had begun the very moment he was conceived, an unwanted pregnancy that pushed the man she loved-a carpenter with good hands-right out the door. Next came Charlie's obstructed journey into the world, catching somewhere deep inside and requiring bloody surgery to be born. Soon a second son arrived from another vanished father, and the years blurred into one endless struggle. But for all her woes, Charlie erased her pain with those twinkling eyes and optimism. She had grown to depend on him as her angel, her messenger of hope, and he could do no wrong.
He grew up fast, worked hard at his books, watched out for his mom, and loved his kid brother more than anyone in the world. His name was Sam, and his father-a bail bondsman-was gone, too, barely leaving a trace except for his son's curly brown hair and some bluish bruises on Louise's face. Charlie believed he was the only true protector of his little brother, and someday, together, he knew they would make something of themselves in the world. The boys were three years apart, opposites in coloring and throwing arms, but best friends, united in their love of catching fish, climbing trees, a beagle named Oscar, and the Red Sox.
Then one day, Charlie made a disastrous decision, a mistake the police could not explain and the juvenile court did its best to overlook.
To be precise, Charlie ruined everything on Friday, September 20, 1991.
Mom was working the late shift at Penni's market on Washington Street. The boys had come home from school with mischief on their minds. They had no homework to do until Sunday night. They had already gone spying on the Flynn twins down the block. They had jumped a fence and snuck onto the property of the Czech refugee who claimed to have invented the bazooka. At sunset, they had played catch under the pine trees in their yard on Cloutman's Lane, just as they had done every night since Charlie had given Sam his first Rawlings glove for his seventh birthday. But now it was dark, and they had run out of adventures.
Sam might have settled for crashing and watching Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game" video on MTV, but Charlie had a surprise. He wanted action and had just the plan.
"How 'bout night fishing on Devereux Beach?" he asked Sam, setting his brother up perfectly.
"Boring," Sam said. "We always do that. How 'bout a movie? Terminator 2's playing at the Warwick. Nick Burridge will sneak us in the back."
"I've got a better idea."
"It's R-rated. What's better than that?"
Charlie pulled out two tickets from the pocket of his jeans jacket. Red Sox tickets. They were playing the Yankees. Boston was on a roll, and the evil Bronx Bombers had lost eleven of their last thirteen.
"No way! Where'd those come from?" Sam asked.
"I have my ways."
"How we gonna get there? Fly?"
"Don't you worry about that. Mrs. Pung is on vacation. We can borrow her wagon."
"Borrow? You don't even have a license!"
"You want to go or not?"
"What about Mom?"
"Don't worry. She'll never know."
"We can't leave Oscar. He'll freak out and mess up the house."
"He can come too."
Sure enough, Charlie, Sam, and their beagle were soon driving to Boston in Mrs. Pung's Country Squire. Without their neighbor Mrs. Pung, that is. The police report would make considerable mention of two unlicensed minors, a dog, and a white stolen vehicle with red interior. But Mrs. Pung dropped the auto-theft charges when she got back from Naples, Florida. They were good kids, she said. They only borrowed the car. They made a terrible mistake. They more than paid the price.
The drive took thirty minutes, and Charlie was especially careful on Route 1A where the Swampscott and Lynn cops patrolled. The boys listened to the pregame show on WRKO, talked about the last time they'd been to the ballpark, and counted their money, calculating they had enough for two Fenway Franks each, a Coke, and peanuts.
"This is our year," Sam said. "The Sox'll win the Series."
"They just have to break the Curse of the Bambino," Charlie said. It was the superstition of every red-blooded Boston fan: Trading Babe Ruth to the Yankees had put a hex on the Sox.
"You don't believe in that stuff, do you?"
"Think about it. The Sox haven't won the Series since 1918. The Yanks have done it twenty-two times. You do the math."
"C'mon, the Babe didn't make Bill Buckner boot that ground ball in '86." Buckner was the reviled first baseman who let an easy dribbler through his legs in the World Series, costing the Sox game six and, many swore, the championship.
"How do you know?"
"He just didn't."
"Well, I think he did."
"Draw?" Sam said reluctantly.
And with that, the argument was done but not over. A draw was their way of stopping a dispute that would have gone on all night. It would be dutifully recorded in Charlie & Sam's Book of Big & Small Arguments. And after the proper procedural motions, it could be started up again at any point. Ignoring their age difference, Sam threw himself into these arguments with passion, and the two brothers often spent hours in the Abbot public library on Pleasant Street gathering ammunition for their battles.
Now, with its red bricks and shimmering glass, Boston was waiting across the Charles River. They turned down Brookline Avenue and could see the hazy lights of the stadium. Biting at the chilly air, Oscar leaned out the window. With his red and white coat, he was the perfect mascot for the adventure.
In the parking lot, the boys stuffed their beagle into a backpack and took off for the bleachers. As they reached their seats a thundering cheer rose for Roger Clemens, #21, throwing his first rocket. The boys laughingly bowed left and right to acknowledge the crowd. A stadium guard would later testify he saw the two unaccompanied youths, wearing caps and carrying mitts, but did not stop or question them.
Their seats were in right field, directly behind a guy who must have been seven feet tall, but it didn't matter. It could have poured, it could have snowed. Nothing could ruin the spectacle of the Green Monster in left field, the grass, the chalk lines, and the infield dirt. They were right near Pesky's pole, just 302 feet from home plate, easy distance for catching a home run.
One of their heroes, Wade Boggs, sat out the game with a sore right shoulder, but Jody Reed took his place and delivered, with a run-scoring double and homer off the left-field foul pole. The boys ate two hot dogs each with extra relish. Oscar got some Cracker Jacks from a woman in the next row. A big bearded guy next to her gave them a few sips of Budweiser. Charlie was careful not to drink too much. Still, the police report would mention traces of alcohol in their blood. There was enough to raise questions, but not enough for answers.
Clemens shut out the Yankees, allowing only three hits and striking out seven. The crowd cheered, and Oscar howled. With the final out and a 2-0 victory in the books, the fans scattered but the boys stayed in their seats, replaying the highlights. The team was now miraculously within striking distance of Toronto. Instead of falling apart in September, always the cruelest month, the Sox were surging.
"Someday, we'll have season tickets," Charlie said. "Right there behind home plate in the first row."
"The bleachers are good enough for me," Sam said, eating the last of the peanuts. "I don't care about the seats. As long as it's you and me, that's what makes baseball great."
"We'll always play ball, Sam. No matter what."
The stadium lights began shutting down. The ground crew had just about spread the tarp over the infield.
"We better go," Charlie said.
The boys headed for the parking lot, where the white station wagon was all alone. The drive home was much faster. Springsteen was born to run on the radio. There was hardly any traffic. The trip would take half an hour. They would be home by 10:30. Mom wouldn't be back until midnight. Mrs. Pung in Florida would never know.
Just past the Wonderland Greyhound Park, Sam pulled a cassette from his pocket and stuck it in the radio. It was U2's The Joshua Tree. Charlie sang along to "With or Without You."
"Bono rocks," Sam said.
They drove silently for a while, then Sam asked out of the blue, "How long will it be until I'm grown up?"
"You already are," Charlie answered.
"I'm serious. When do I stop being a kid?"
"Officially," Charlie said, "when you're twelve, you're a man and you can do what you want."
"I'm a man and I can do what I want," Sam said, enjoying the sound of it. A great moon floated on the Saugus River, and he rolled down the window. "Look," he said. "It's bigger tonight. Must be closer to us."
"Nah," Charlie said. "It's always the same distance. That's just an optical illusion."
"When your eye plays tricks on you."
"What kind of trick?"
"Wherever it is in the sky," Charlie said, "it's always 225,745 miles away." He did the math. Numbers were easy for him. "At our speed right now, it would take about 170 days to get there."
"Mom wouldn't be too crazy about that," Sam said.
"And Mrs. Pung wouldn't be happy about the mileage."
The boys laughed. Then Sam said, "It's no optical delusion. It's closer tonight. I swear. Look, you can see a halo just like an angel's."
"No such thing," Charlie said. "That's a refraction of the ice crystals in the upper atmosphere."
"Gee, I thought it was a refraction of the ice crystals on your butt!" Sam howled with laughter, and Oscar barked in a series of sharp, distinctive woofs.
Charlie checked his mirrors, aimed the car straight ahead, and took one quick glance to the right. The moon was flickering between the iron railings of the drawbridge, keeping pace with them as they sped home. It sure seemed closer than ever tonight. He turned his head for a better look. He thought the bridge was empty so he pushed down on the gas.
Of all his reckless decisions that night, surely this was the worst. Charlie raced the moon, and in the final second before the end, he saw the perfect image of happiness. Sam's innocent face looking up at him. The curl dangling over his forehead. The Rawlings glove on his hand. And then there was only fracturing glass, metal, and blackness.
Chapter TwoWITH A COLD WIND RUSHING THROUGH THE SPANS IN THE General Edwards bridge, Florio Ferrente snatched the jaws of life from the back of his rig. The serrated blades weighed forty-one pounds and could chop through steel, but he wielded them like kitchen scissors in his hulking hands.
Florio kneeled for a moment and offered the fireman's prayer that came to his lips every time he went to work.
Give me courage.
Give me strength.
Please, Lord, through it all, be at my side.
Then came the blur of action. One thousand-one million-calculations and considerations. All instantaneous. He evaluated the spilled gasoline and the chance of a spark or explosion. He assessed the fastest way into the wreck-through the windshield, hood, or doors? And he did the math on how much time he had for this rescue. Time, precious time.
Florio ran past the jagged skid marks and jackknifed tractor trailer. He didn't bother to stop for the truck driver leaning against the center divider. The man's head was in his hands. He reeked of beer and blood. It was one of the rules of rescue: Heaven protects fools and drunks. The guy would be fine.
The instant license-plate check on the white wagon had produced the first bit of information. The Ford belonged to Mrs. Norman Pung of Cloutman's Lane, Marblehead. Age: 73. Vision-impaired. Perhaps the first clue.
The vehicle was crunched and tossed upside down, like a cockroach, its front end smashed into the railing of the bridge. He could tell from the trail of glass and metal that the car had rolled at least twice. Florio dropped to the pavement and peered through a squashed window.
There was no noise inside. No sound of breathing or moaning. Blood trickled through cracks in the metal.
With swift movements, he jammed a power spreader into the narrow space between the hood and door. A quick flick of his thumb and the hydraulics surged. The car frame groaned as the machine drove the metal apart, clearing a narrow crawl space. Florio pushed his head inside the wreck and saw two boys, upside down, unconscious, tangled in seat belts. Their twisted arms were wrapped around each other in a bloody embrace. No sign of Mrs. Pung.
"Two traumatic arrests up front," he shouted to his partner, Trish Harrington. "A dog in back. Scoop and run. Priority One."
He slid out of the wreckage and shoved the Hurst tool into the hinges of the door. Another jab of the thumb, and the blades took two powerful bites. Florio pulled the door right off and threw it across the pavement.
"Gimme two C-spine collars," he yelled. "And two short backboards."
He crawled back inside. "Can you hear me?" he said to the smaller boy. "Talk to me." No response. No movement. The kid's face and neck were wet with blood, eyes and lips swollen.
It was another rule of rescue: If the child is quiet, be scared.
Florio wrapped a brace around the boy's neck, strapped on a backboard, then cut the seat belt with his knife. He lowered the patient gently and pulled him out onto the pavement. He was slight, around eighty pounds, and, incredibly, was still wearing a Rawlings baseball glove on one hand.
"Pupils are blown," Florio said, checking with his flashlight. "He's posturing. Blood from the ears." Bad signs, all. Time to go after the other victim. He climbed back inside. The teenager was pinned beneath the steering column. Florio wedged another spreader into the foot space and hit the hydraulics. As the metal separated, he could see one open fracture of the femur. And he smelled the awful brew of radiator fluid and blood.
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This book left me speechless. I wasn't sure what to expect when I first bought it. It was tough to put down too. Once you started, you couldn't stop even if your hands went numb from reading so long. I definitely recommend this.
In 1991 in Marblehead, Massachusetts fifteen years old Charlie St. Cloud and his twelve years old brother Sam steal a neighbor's station wagon to go to the Red Sox game. They have a good time at the ball park, but on the way home while crossing the Saugus River, Charlie crashes the vehicle; both die, but the emergency crew revives the teen. Sam is buried in the Marblehead cemetery. Thirteen years later, Charlie is the caretaker at the Waterside Cemetery where his sibling is buried. Every night the St. Cloud brothers play catch as Sam delays leaving for heaven. When Charlie and Tess Carroll meet at the cemetery they are attracted to one another. She plans to sail around the world solo, but soon after their terrific date, her vessel is lost at sea. Charlie realizes the rescue team has failed to save her as he watches her spirit fade away while wondering what he can do. This is a reprint of an engaging character study that focuses on relationships after a loved one dies and how much the living is obligated to deceased loved ones; especially since the person left behind loses a bit of themselves, but more so when they are a catalyst in a tragedy. The first half is as terrific and insightful a tale as this reviewer has read this year. However, the plot takes a weird turn with a couple of unnecessary twists that add tension, but destroy Sherwoodian after life physics. Still this is a fabulous tale that focuses on the debt of those alive owe to those who have died as Charlie, Tess and Sam make a fascinating macabre triangle (even if the brothers are Red Sox fans as I am from the Bronx). Harriet Klausner
This book drew me in right from the forward. It provides a view of death that is both disturbing and comforting at the same time. You are rooting for Charlie and Tess and grieving for Sam. Don't let the Hollywood version rob you of the best read I've had all summer. Read this first, then see the movie and let Zac bring Charlie to life!
I first heard of this title a few weeks ago after seeing a movie preview for it and the preview alone was very emotional and moving so when I found out it was a novel I just had to read it. This book was so good. A book I truly could not put down (I finished the book the same day I started it). It's a beautiful book that really touches you. It's a wonderful story, flows nicely, few twists, and is just very well written. Its charming, sad, hopeful, makes you laugh, makes you cry; it encompasses many elements one hopes to get from a book. Its a great read.
I just finished this book, and I loved the story. I just wish it was longer. At only 269 pages, it is the shortest novel I've ever read, and it left me wanting more. I can't wait to see the movie.
Charlie St. Cloud was just plain beautiful. Charlie can see ghosts. Mainly, his younger brother who died in a car accident that Charlie was also in, but he survived. The boys play catch and talk, mostly because of a promise to never leave each other. So Charlie makes it his brotherly duty to be home and with Sam at sunset, if he misses it once, he believes he will never be able to see his brother again. And what kind of life will he have then? The story line itself is what drew me into the book. The pages kept flying, and I soon figured out what was going on with the relationship between Charlie and Tess. It was amazing, and yet tragic all the same. I'm not going to lie and say I didn't cry during this book. At least twice I cried, once because of something heartbreaking, and another time because it was heartwarming. Every page had some new realization that makes the reader want to keep reading. I guarantee you won't be bored in this book. It's literally impossible. The ending was shocking, and I loved every word of it. Ben Sherwood defiantly outdid himself. And I can't wait to see the movie.
This book was excellent! It had me interested from the very first page! The characters and story was compelling and made you feel like you were part of the book. It is a tear jerker, and at some moments I did cry. I thought the author did a good job on capturing the emotions of loss and love. Very easy and smooth read, that kept me wanting to read on and on and on. I reccomend this book to anyone.
I was ready to watch the movie until I decided to read the book first. Once you start reading you won't be able to put the book down. I read the book in three days, that is how much suspense is in the book. I am excited to see how the movie turns out.
An amazing book with amazing characters and an amazing story. an all around amazing book. the only thing i didnt quite like was how tess was a spirit in the beginning.... other than that it was amazing!!!
This is one of the best books that I have read in a long time. I had seen the previews for the movie and decided that it looked intriguing so I decided to pick up the book. It was one that I couldn't put down and I read it in less than a day. It is a beautiful story that made me cry several times. I would recommend it for sure and actually have told my friends that they needed to read it.
This was a nice and cute story, but I didn't like the way it was written. The movie and book were confusing.
I picked up this book after seeing a trailer for the new movie coming out this month. It caught my interest right away and I couldn't put it down. Hopefully the movie does it justice!
This book, I thought, was wonderful. It had the perfect mix. I laughed and cried. It also really made me think. At first, i thought it was going to be predictable like many other books I've read, but this book had great twists and a great storyline. So I hope that you read it and enjoy it.
Yes, but make sure they have kleenex, tear jerker.
Best book and movie everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I absolutely love this book! I was frowning only on the fact that it was very short.. but i came to terms and was ok with it because everything you want to know ends up being covered. The characters are very easily welcomed along with the storyline. What you need to know is conveyed in an orderly fashion and I would not change anything.. (I am only a reader anyway) The movie I didn't quite agree with, but no disrespect, and I'm not going to diss this story in anyway. Hollywood just did it a little out of order is all. But overall great read!! P.s. Love lil Sam's humor:)
Charlie St Cloud By Ben Sherwood Charlie and his brother Sam go to a game and on their way back home they get into a car crash. Charlie lived and Sam passed away. Every night at the cemetery they have a baseball catch. Then he falls in love with this girl and she goes sailing around the world. Soon he realizes she is lost at sea and he goes to try to save her. I give this book a four star rating because it shows how people can stay strong and even after death they still have the same type of relationships. Also after a while you have to move on in life. One day will be the day to move on.
Sad very sad but becomes really inspering*
Great book!!! Love the book and the movie. But sadly, i only got to read a sample, but still it was wonderful. You guys did a great job. And keep, moving, forward.
This was an amzing book it had the perfect twist. This was definetly a tear jerker for me. If you have lost someone in your family tjis is the boo to read absolutely amazing creation. And zac efron is perf.