The Locket

The Locket

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by Richard Paul Evans

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After the death of his mother, Michael Keddington finds employment at the Arcadia nursing home where he befriends Esther, a reclusive but beautiful elderly woman who lives in mourning for her youth and lost love.
Michael faces his own challenges when he loses his greatest love, Faye. When Michael is falsely accused of abusing one of the Arcadia's residents, he…  See more details below


After the death of his mother, Michael Keddington finds employment at the Arcadia nursing home where he befriends Esther, a reclusive but beautiful elderly woman who lives in mourning for her youth and lost love.
Michael faces his own challenges when he loses his greatest love, Faye. When Michael is falsely accused of abusing one of the Arcadia's residents, he learns important lessons about faith and forgiveness from Ester -- and her gift to him of a locket, once symbolic of one person's missed opportuninites, becomes another's second chance.
Richard Paul Evans, author of the beloved #1 bestselling classic The Christmas Box, begins a wonderful new series with this stunning New York Times bestseller -- a bittersweet reminder of life's most precious gifts....

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher Vintage Richard Paul Evans....Fans of old-fashioned, two-thumbs-up, box-of-tissues tales will love The Locket.

The Pilot (Southern Pines, NC) A heartwarming, three-hanky story.

Library Journal
Having completed his phenomenally successful Christmas Box trilogy, Evans is set to move on. His new work features Michael Romney, an aimless young man working in a rest home whose contact with the elderly Esther turns his life around.
Victoria Balfour
. . .The Locket may inspire readers to do something naughty just to get rid of the aftertaste. -- People Magazine
Kirkus Reviews
For his fourth time out, the earnest and best-selling Evans moves on from the families he's written about previously, offering a change of names but not of plot, place, or his own trademark cartoon melodrama. Michael Keddington, poor in material things but rich in his knowledge of right and wrong, dropped out of college to nurse his mother (alcoholic Dad is dead, gone, and not regretted) through a six-month decline due to cancer. Now she's in her grave, Michael is left alone with many debts, and he goes to work on them by taking a job at the Arcadia nursing home, a job that pays little but is rich in other rewards—such as the friendship it brings him with one of its residents, the wise Esther Huish, who gradually reveals to Michael her long-held secret of a love she was afraid to accept when a young woman and was to regret losing ever after. Her advice is especially helpful to Michael in his own—hyper-platonic, seemingly—love with Faye Murrow. Faye is about to go east from Utah for medical school and very much wants a betrothal from Michael before she does. Two problems, though: her neurosurgeon father forbids it, despising the wrong-side-of-the-tracks Michael as far beneath his brilliant daughter; and Michael himself is fairly sure—but you're wrong, Michael, wrong!—that he's not good enough, either. Whether or not true love conquers all will depend not only on Bad Dad, Good Faye, and Good-yet-Uncertain Michael, but also on the influence of wise Esther Huish's long-kept secret—and on the outcome of a nasty court trial whose ludicrous origins lie in purest villainy. The Evans faithful, though, will be gripped to the bittersweet end, unlikely, as usual,to be deterred or dismayed by their author's remarkable bumblings with his high-school English.

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Chapter One: Betheltown

Bethel, Utah. April 2, 1989

As the desert blurred past in the luminous hues impressionist's palette, Faye huddled tightly against the car door, her eyes closed and her coffee hair spilling over her face. The last of the music, frayed tones from a hayseed country station, had miles back degenerated into a storm of static, and now the only noises were the car's undulations over the primitive road and the occasional sigh of my sleeping companion. We had already traveled fifty miles past the last evidence of humanity, a rancher's lodgepole-pine fence, into the desert's blanched, stubbled plain, and Faye had not yet asked where it was that I was taking her. Her faith in our journey was not unlike her faith in our courtship, attributable only to some godlike quality of the female mystique -- an unwavering virtue of hope and patience -- that, if unable to predict our
destination, found merit at least in the journey.

I had never been to this corner of the earth -- only eight months previously, I hadn't even known of its existence -- but the stories I had heard of the dead town had given it meaning, and I confess anxiety at its approach. I was told
that the town, steeped in the foothills of the Oquirrh range, was constantly assailed by mountain winds. But there was no wind that day, and the spray of red dust in the car's wake hung in the placid air, liberated from a roadway not trespassed for a year's time.

I was glad for this day, for its blanched, cloudless skies, for though I embraced the land's immense solitude -- felt akin to it -- it would be foolhardy to venture so far from civilization with the possibility of becoming stranded on washed-out roads. Flash floods were common in these regions, and most of the ghost town's abandoned mines had decades earlier collapsed under their turbulent runoff. The wash of such cataclysm was a souvenir hunter's ecstasy of relics and coins and an occasional grain of gold. It had always been such with the town, as men came to take from the land or to take from those who had come to take from it, and even in death it was so.

Only, today, I had not come to take but to impart.

Before us the coarse road crested, then dipped into a barren creek bed surrounded by the pink clusters of spring beauties and the scattered stalks of bulrush that proved the creek still possessed occasional life. At the creek's shallow bank I left the car idling and walked to the rill and placed a hand to its stony bed. There was no trace of moisture. I examined our intended route, rolled back a single stone of possible hazard, then returned to the car and traversed the bed. A half mile forward, the timber skeleton of a gold mine's stamp mill rose from a mesquite-covered knoll -- a wood-tarred contrivance of rusted wheels and cogs and corroded steel tracks over which ore cars had once rolled and men and horses had sweat. I glanced down to a crudely drawn map, astonished that after all these years, and with a dying memory, Esther had remembered such landmarks so distinctly. I wondered if she had just never left.

At the mill's passing I turned west and coaxed my Datsun up the hill, where the road vanished into a buckwheat-dotted plain that spread infinitely to the north and south and climbed the foothills of the mountain into the town itself. As we neared the decrepit structures of the once-flourishing township, Faye's eyes opened and she slid up in her seat.

"Where are we?"

"Esther's hometown."

Faye gazed on in apparent fascination. "...what's left of it."

We passed the ornamental iron fence of a cemetery "Welcome to Bethel -- the House of God."

"This is where Esther was born?"

"She came here as a young woman." I looked out at the desolate terrain. "Makes you wonder why anyone would come here."

Faye turned to me. "Why are we here?"

"To fulfill a promise."

Faye leaned back in her seat, momentarily content with my ambiguity.

I parked the car under the gnarled limbs of a black locust tree near the center of the deceased town and shut off the engine.

The morning's drive had taken nearly two hours, but it was the conclusion of a much greater journey, one that had taken nearly half a year. A journey that began the day my mother died.

Copyright © 1998 by Richard Paul Evans

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Guest More than 1 year ago
After reading 'The Christmas Box', I couldn't wait to get another book from Richard Paul Evans. I picked up 'The Locket'. I already knew how my life can be affected by the elderly, I was a caretaker for an eldely man who recently passed away. I learned so much from him and spent everday with him for the past couple of years, (but knew him all my life since I was a little girl.)I still don't know how to live life w/out him but my time spent w/him was unforgettable. He touched my heart and life so much. In 'The Locket', I feel like Michael felt the same way I did, and I know he made Esthers remaining days-happy ones, like I did.
Guest More than 1 year ago
After already reading 'The Christmas Box', I read 'The Locket' and was once again touched by Evans' heartfelt storytelling. This book is filled with characters I became friends with, places I wanted to go and situations I could identify with. The story line keeps you reading until the surprising ending. This book wraps suspense, romance and friendship neatly around a good lesson in life.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a story about how love prevails against all odds and the importance of second chances. It was a enjoyable read and would recommend to anyone looking for a good love story.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is the first book that I've read that actually projected the reality of the circumstances that surround love. The story carried me from one page to another, at times wanting to stop because I was afraid I'd start crying and other times wanting to continue for fear that I might miss something. Not a lot of books capture my interest so quickly but this love story full of truths and revelations took me by the hand and lead me through an adventurous trek in Michael Kendington's shoes. I will never forget about how throughout the whole book it gave incredible examples of the whole Macbeth theme of 'fair is foul and foul is fair'. I believe that it may not be the author's intention but it has given me great insight on how literature is at it's finest.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I bought this book looking for something to do while we drove across country on vacation. I had never heard of this author. I was pleasantly surprised at the treasure I had found. It is about listening to others experiences and learning from their mistakes. No matter what our age we have something to give to other generations. I can't wait to get another one of Richard Paul Evans books.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book all the way from the first page to the last. I recommend it to those who want a love story and love second chances.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it!
Sapph0 More than 1 year ago
I discovered Richard Paul Evans' books late this year, this is the fifth book by him that I read, and it is just as touching as the rest have been. Michael is such a well textured character. He's inspirational, highly developed, true and one to which the reader can relate in some way no matter what. The story is deeply moving and romantic, but it never leaves the side of reality nor goes off in a tangent that leaves you thinking sappy thoughts or rolling your eyes. For anyone who has ever known a great love, wished for one or witnessed it, this is a book you should not miss. If for no other reason, the tale should be read in order to lift the heart.
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I have never been a reader but had to go to the library to make copies...saw this book, checked it out and was absolutely amazed! I read it in 2 days (for a non reader- i think that's fast). I laughed, cried and just really connected with the story! I can't wait to read 'The Christmas Box'.