The Mailbox: A Novelby Marybeth Whalen
Centered on a real landmark on the coast of North Carolina, The Mailbox blends intriguing folklore and true faith with raw contemporary issues that affect every woman. When Lindsey Adams first visits the Kindred Spirit mailbox at Sunset Beach, she has no idea that twenty years later she will still be visiting the mailbox—still/b>/b>/i>
Centered on a real landmark on the coast of North Carolina, The Mailbox blends intriguing folklore and true faith with raw contemporary issues that affect every woman. When Lindsey Adams first visits the Kindred Spirit mailbox at Sunset Beach, she has no idea that twenty years later she will still be visiting the mailbox—still pouring out her heart in letters that summarize the best and worst parts of her life. Returning to Sunset for her first vacation since her husband left her, Lindsey struggles to put her sorrow into words. Memories surface of her first love, Campbell—and the rejection that followed. When Campbell reappears in her life, Lindsey must decide whether to trust in love again or guard herself from greater pain. The Mailbox is a rich novel about loss, hope, and the beauty of second chances.
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By MARYBETH WHALEN
David C. CookCopyright © 2010 Marybeth Whalen
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Sunset Beach, NC Summer 1985
Campbell held back a teasing smile as he led Lindsey across the warm sand toward the mailbox. Leaning her head on Campbell's shoulder, her steps slowed. She looked up at him, observing the mischievous curling at the corners of his mouth. "There really is no mailbox, is there?" she said, playfully offended. "If you wanted to get me alone on a deserted stretch of beach, all you had to do was ask." She elbowed him in the side.
A grin spread across his flawless face. "You caught me." He threw his hands up in the air in surrender.
"I gotta stop for a sec," Lindsey said and bent at the waist, stretching the backs of her aching legs. She stood up and put her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at him. "So, have you actually been to the mailbox? Maybe the other kids at the pier were just pulling your leg."
Campbell nodded his head. "I promise I've been there before. It'll be worth it. You'll see." He pressed his forehead to hers and looked intently into her eyes before continuing down the beach.
"If you say so ..." she said, following him. He slipped his arm around her bare tanned shoulder and squeezed it, pulling her closer to him. Lindsey looked ahead of them at the vast expanse of raw coastline. She could make out a jetty of rocks in the distance that jutted into the ocean like a finish line.
As they walked, she looked down at the pairs of footprints they left in the sand. She knew that soon the tide would wash them away, and she realized that just like those footprints, the time she had left with Campbell would soon vanish. A refrain ran through her mind: Enjoy the time you have left. She planned to remember every moment of this walk so she could replay it later, when she was back at home, without him. Memories would be her most precious commodity. How else would she feel him near her?
"I don't know how we're going to make this work," she said as they walked. "I mean, how are we going to stay close when we're so far away from each other?"
He pressed his lips into a line and ran a hand through his hair. "We just will," he said. He exhaled loudly, a punctuation.
"But how?" she asked, wishing she didn't sound so desperate.
He smiled. "We'll write. And we'll call. I'll pay for the long-distance bills. My parents already said I could." He paused. "And we'll count the days until next summer. Your aunt and uncle already said you could come back and stay for most of the summer. And you know your mom will let you."
"Yeah, she'll be glad to get rid of me for sure." She pushed images of home from her mind: the menthol odor of her mother's cigarettes, their closet-sized apartment with parchment walls you could hear the neighbors through, her mom's embarrassing "delicates" dangling from the shower rod in the tiny bathroom they shared. She wished that her aunt and uncle didn't have to leave the beach house after the summer was over and that she could just stay with them forever.
The beach house had become her favorite place in the world. At the beach house, she felt like a part of a real family with her aunt and uncle and cousins. This summer had been an escape from the reality of her life at home. And it had been a chance to discover true love. But tomorrow, her aunt and uncle would leave for their home and send her back to her mother.
"I don't want to leave!" she suddenly yelled into the open air, causing a few startled birds to take flight.
Campbell didn't flinch when she yelled. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as he pulled her to him and hugged her.
"Shhh," he said. "I don't want you to leave either." He cupped her chin with his hand. "If I could reverse time for you, I would. And we would go back and do this whole summer over."
She nodded and wished for the hundredth time that she could stand on the beach with Campbell forever, listening to the hypnotic sound of his voice, so much deeper and more mature than the boys at school. She thought about the pictures they had taken earlier that day, a last-ditch effort to have something of him to take with her. But it was a pitiful substitute, a cheap counterfeit for the real thing.
Campbell pointed ahead of them. "Come on," he said and tugged on her hand. "I think I see it." He grinned like a little boy. They crested the dune and there, without pomp or circumstance, just as he had promised, stood an ordinary mailbox with gold letters spelling out "Kindred Spirit."
"I told you it was here!" he said as they waded through the deep sand. "The mailbox has been here a couple of years," he said, his tone changing to something close to reverence as he laid his hand on top of it. "No one knows who started it or why, but word has traveled and now people come all the way out here to leave letters for the Kindred Spirit—the mystery person who reads them. People come from all over the world."
"So does anybody know who gets the letters?" Lindsey asked. She ran her fingers over the gold, peeling letter decals. The bottom half of the n and e were missing.
"I don't think so. But that's part of what draws people here—they come here because this place is private, special." He looked down at his bare feet, digging his toes into the sand. "So ... I wanted to bring you here. So it could be our special place too." He looked over at her out of the corner of his eye. "I hope you don't think that's lame."
She put her arms around him and looked into his eyes. "Not lame at all," she said.
As he kissed her, she willed her mind to record it all: the roar of the waves and the cry of the seagulls, the powdery softness of the warm sand under her feet, the briny smell of the ocean mixed with the scent of Campbell's sun-kissed skin. Later, when she was back at home in Raleigh, North Carolina, she would come right back to this moment. Again and again. Especially when her mother sent her to her room with the paper-thin walls while she entertained her newest boyfriend.
Lindsey opened the mailbox, the hinges creaking as she did. She looked to him, almost for approval. "Look inside," he invited her.
She saw some loose paper as well as spiral-bound notebooks, the kind she bought at the drugstore for school. The pages were crinkly from the sea air and water. There were pens in the mailbox too, some with their caps missing.
Campbell pointed. "You should write a letter," he said. "Take a pen and some paper and just sit down and write what you are feeling." He shrugged. "It seemed like something you would really get into."
How well he had come to know her in such a short time. "Okay," she said. "I love it." She reached inside and pulled out a purple notebook, flipping it open to read a random page. Someone had written about a wonderful family vacation spent at Sunset and the special time she had spent with her daughter.
She closed the notebook. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She couldn't imagine her own mother ever wanting to spend time with her, much less being so grateful about it. Reading the notebook made her feel worse, not better. She didn't need reminding about what she didn't have waiting for her back home.
Campbell moved in closer. "What is it?" he said, his body lining up perfectly with hers as he pulled her close.
She laid the notebook back inside the mailbox. "I just don't want to go home," she said. "I wish my uncle didn't have to return to his stupid job. How can I go back to ... her? She doesn't want me there any more than I want to be there." This time she didn't fight the tears that had been threatening all day.
Campbell pulled her down to sit beside him in the sand and said nothing as she cried, rocking her slightly in his arms.
With her head buried in his shoulder, her words came out muffled. "You are so lucky you live here."
He nodded. "Yeah, I guess I am." He said nothing for a while. "But you have to know that this place won't be the same for me without you in it."
She looked up at him, her eyes red from crying. "So you're saying I've ruined it for you?"
He laughed, and she recorded the sound of his laugh in her memory too. "Well, if you want to put it that way, then, yes."
"Well, that just makes me feel worse!" She laid her head on his shoulder and concentrated on the nearness of him, inhaled the sea scent of his skin and the smell of earth that clung to him from working outside with his dad.
"Everywhere I go from now on I will have the memory of you with me. Of me and you together. The Island Market, the beach, the arcade, the deck on my house, the pier ..." He raised his eyebrows as he remembered the place where he first kissed her. "And now here. It will always remind me of you."
"And I am going home to a place without a trace of you in it. I don't know which is worse, constant reminders or no reminders at all." She laced her narrow fingers through his.
"So are you glad we met?" She sounded pitiful, but she had to hear his answer.
"I would still have wanted to meet you," he said. "Even though it's going to break my heart to watch you go. What we have is worth it." He kissed her, his hands reaching up to stroke her hair. She heard his words echoing in her mind: worth it, worth it, worth it. She knew that they were young, that they had their whole lives ahead of them, at least that's what her aunt and uncle had told her. But she also knew that what she had with Campbell was beyond age.
Campbell stood up and pulled her to her feet, attempting to keep kissing her as he did. She giggled as the pull of gravity parted them. He pointed her toward the mailbox. "Now, go write it all down for the Kindred Spirit. Write everything you feel about us and how unfair it is that we have to be apart." He squinted his eyes at her. "And I promise not to read over your shoulder."
She poked him. "You can read it if you want. I have no secrets from you."
He shook his head. "No, no. This is your deal. Your private world—just between you and the Kindred Spirit. And next year," he said, smiling down at her, "I promise to bring you back here, and you can write about the amazing summer we're going to have."
"And what about the summer after that?" she asked, teasing him.
"That summer too." He kissed her. "And the next." He kissed her again. "And the next." He kissed her again, smiling down at her through his kisses. "Get the point?
"This will be our special place," he said as they stood together in front of the mailbox.
"Always?" she asked.
"Always," he said.
Dear Kindred Spirit,
I have no clue who you are, and yet that doesn't stop me from writing to you anyway. I hope one day I will discover your identity. I wonder if you are nearby even as I put pen to paper. It's a little weird to think that I could have passed you on the street this summer and not know you would be reading my deepest thoughts and feelings. Campbell won't even read this, though I would let him if he asked me.
As I write, Campbell is down at the water's edge, throwing shells. He is really good at making the shells skip across the water—I guess that's proof that this place is his home.
Let me ask you, Kindred Spirit: Do you think it's silly for me to assume that I have found my soul mate at the age of fifteen? My mom would laugh. She would tell me that the likelihood of anyone finding a soul mate—ever—is zero. She would tell me that I need to not go around giving my heart away like a hopeless romantic. She laughs when I read romance novels or see sappy movies that make me cry. She says that I will learn the truth about love someday.
But, honestly, I feel like I did learn the truth about love this summer. It's like what they say: It can happen when you least expect it, and it can knock you flat on your back with its power. I didn't come here expecting to fall in love. The truth is I didn't want to come here at all. I came here feeling pushed aside and unwanted. I can still remember when my mom said that she had arranged for my aunt and uncle to bring me here, smiling at me like she was doing me some kind of favor when we both knew she just wanted me out of the picture so she could live her life without me cramping her style.
I tried to tell her that I didn't want to come—who would want to spend their summer with bratty cousins? I was so mad, I didn't speak to my mom for days. I begged, plotted, and even got my best friend Holly's parents to say I could stay with them instead. But in the end, as always, my mother ruled, and I got packed off for a summer at the beach. On the car ride down, I sat squished in the backseat beside Bobby and Stephanie. Bobby elbowed me and stuck his tongue out at me the whole way to the beach. When his parents weren't looking, of course. I stared out the window and pretended to be anywhere but in that car.
But now, I can't believe how wonderful this summer has turned out. I made some new friends. I read a lot of books and even got to where I could tolerate my little cousins. They became like the younger siblings I never had. Most of all, I met Campbell.
I know what Holly will say. She will say that it was God's plan. I am working on believing that there is a God and that he has a plan for my life like Holly says. But most of the time it feels like God is not aware I exist. If he was aware of me, you'd think he'd have given me a mom who actually cared about me.
Ugh—I can't believe I have to leave tomorrow. Now that I have found Campbell, I don't know what I will do without him. We have promised to write a lot of letters. And we have promised not to date other people.
A word about him asking me not to date other people: This was totally funny to me. Two nights ago we were walking on the beach and he stopped me, pulling me to him and looking at me really seriously. "Please," he said, "I would really like it if you wouldn't see other people. Is that crazy for me to ask that of you when we are going to be so far apart?"
I was like, "Are you kidding? No one asks me out. No one at my school even looks at me twice!" At school I am known for being quiet and studious—a brain, not a girl to call for a good time. Holly says that men will discover my beauty later in life. But until this summer I didn't believe her. I couldn't admit that no one notices me at school because, obviously, he believes I am sought after. And I knew enough to let him believe it. So I very coyly answered back, "Only if you promise me the same thing."
And he smiled in that lazy way of his and said, "How could I even look at another girl when I've got the best one in the world?"
And so now you see why I just can't bear the thought of leaving him. But the clock is ticking. When I get home, I swear I will cry myself to sleep every night and write letters to Campbell every day. The only thing I have to look forward to is hanging out with Holly again. Thank goodness for Holly, the one constant in my life. In math class we learned that a constant is something that has one value all the time and it never changes. That's what Holly is for me: my best friend, no matter what.
I wonder if Campbell will be a constant in my life. I guess it's too soon to tell, but I do hope so. I'm already counting down the days until I can come back and be with Campbell. Because this summer—I don't care how lame it sounds—I found my purpose. And that purpose is loving Campbell with all my heart. Always.
Until next summer, Lindsey
Excerpted from The Mailbox by MARYBETH WHALEN. Copyright © 2010 Marybeth Whalen. Excerpted by permission of David C. Cook.
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Meet the Author
Marybeth Whalen speaks regularly through her association with the Proverbs 31 Ministries and served as the general editor of For the Write Reason and The Reason We Speak. She and her husband, Curt, have six children and are active in their community near Charlotte, North Carolina. She has been visiting the Kindred Spirit mailbox for years.
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This book was delightful. The characters were so deep and their reactions to the situations around them showed realistic flaws. I could see myself reacting the very same way, with hurt and resentment, and resistent to resolve those feelings. They also showed their faith as a growing part of their lives rather than a pedestal from which to judge. Masterfully done! I love the way Ms. Whalen dealt with some pretty difficult topics. Grace and forgiveness is woven through the book to take the edge off of some of the painful situations. Even the antagonists, which rise and fall throughout the story, have their moments of some semblance of honesty and honor. All in all, I love books that portray characters that are so real, not totally good, nor totally bad - just flawed - and struggling to do their best.
I can't wait to read this author's next novel! She does a great job developing characters you can identify with and embrace. It really makes you think about how one decision can have lifelong rammifications but also how God works all things out if we are open to His presence.
I absolutely LOVE this book and I really hope there will be a sequel. The idea of a mailbox sitting on a lonely stretch along Sunset Beach intrigued me right from the start. And even better ... this mailbox really does exist! The mailbox is simply labeled "Kindred Spirit", and people come from near and far to leave personal letters addressed to Kindred Spirit. It is one place where they can be truthfully honest about their lives, their hurts, and their private dreams and hopes for the future, and it can be done anonymously. Lindsey and Campbell began their relationship as teenagers on Sunset Beach, and the mailbox became a special place for them. After Campbell made a wrong decision, their future together as a couple became impossible. Yet both Lindsey and Campbell felt drawn to keep their memories intact, and the special mailbox is what kept them connected, even twenty years later. They both had wondered over the years how things might have turned out if they had been together, instead of making choices that eventually broke their hearts. A quote from the back cover sums it up so perfectly ... "This isn't just some forgotten mailbox on a desolate stretch of beach. This is a place where dreams are shared, tears are shed, and lives are changed ...."
I knew really nothing about this book when I picked it up. I remember that it had been suggested to me by some online group. It was just a filler while I waited on another book. I was pretty sure it would not be a book that would truly capture my attention. I was completely wrong! I instantly knew I would like this book when I read in the acknowledgements that the author thanked her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, I was astounded! This was a Christian book? Not only that, but the author was one that I recognized from Proverbs 31 ministries. I loved the way in which the story was written. The story jumped back and forth between the 1980's and the 2000's and occasionally the 1990's. The story was told through letters and narratives. I feel in love with the two main characters! I guess because I tended to understand their situation. Since it deals with divorce and second chances, I could identify with them. While this book is not a literary masterpiece, it is a nice romance that takes a couple twists and turns that the reader may not see coming--I certainly didn't. It makes me want to go visit the mailbox since the author herself says that it really does exist. I certainly wish I had a Kindred Spirit after reading this book. I enjoyed the fact that faith was interwoven so easily into the story. Sometimes Christian novels really force the religion issue. In this novel, the character's faith and coming to faith are such an integral part of the story that it makes you believe that with God, nothing is impossible! And He is the God of second chances.
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I loved this book so much, that i am going to go find the mailbox.
A great beach read. I cant wait for another book by her.
This was a very awesome book. It makes you look at the decision that we make everyday and think about where they may lead us and what might be in store for us through God power.
I love this book. I saved it to read while I was at North Myrtle Beach and I couldn't put this book down. I want more books from her!! The fact she is a Christain writer makes this book and even better read.