Moon Over Edisto

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Edisto Island was where it all came apart. Can the Bennett girls ever be whole again?

Once, they were the happiest family under the sun, crabbing and fishing and painting on beautiful Edisto Island in South Carolina’s lowcountry.

Then everything went wrong, and twenty years later the Bennett family is still in pieces. Mary Ellen still struggles to understand why her picture-perfect marriage came apart. Daughter Meg keeps a death grip on her own...

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Overview

Edisto Island was where it all came apart. Can the Bennett girls ever be whole again?

Once, they were the happiest family under the sun, crabbing and fishing and painting on beautiful Edisto Island in South Carolina’s lowcountry.

Then everything went wrong, and twenty years later the Bennett family is still in pieces. Mary Ellen still struggles to understand why her picture-perfect marriage came apart. Daughter Meg keeps a death grip on her own family, controlling her relationships at a distance. And eldest daughter, Julia, left it all behind years ago, forging a whole new life as an artist and academic in Manhattan. She’s engaged to an art dealer and has no intentions of returning to Edisto. Ever.

Then an emergency forces Julia back to Edisto to care for her three young half-siblings. She grudgingly agrees to stay a week. But there’s something about Edisto that changes people. Can Julia and her fractured family somehow manage to come together again under that low-hanging Edisto moon?

“A rich, endearing, can’t-stop-reading book about what matters most, the power of love to transform the human heart.” —Dorothea Benton Frank, New York Times best-selling author, Porch Lights

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Life doesn't come wrapped with a neat bow. For Julia, it erupted in unexpected, unpromising ways when Marney came knocking on her door. Many years before, this former best friend had destroyed her parents' marriage and now she was back, asking Julia to take care of her children while she was in the hospital recovering from lung cancer surgery. Inwardly, she cringes at the home wrecker's request and only her love for her mother keeps her from refusing it. What transpires, however, during her stay on remote Edisto Island, will change her perspective on herself, her past, and her faith.

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Hart (Sunrise on the Battery) has crafted a heartwarming story of compassion and forgiveness amid the colorful landscape of South Carolina’s low country. Julia Bennett enjoyed an idyllic life growing up in a stately home in Charleston with younger sister, Meg. Their father Charles, a lawyer who loved to paint, and their mother Mary Ellen, a homemaker who loved to cook, completed their perfect nuclear family. The family drew even closer when at their rustic cottage on Edisto Island. There they would “wet a line,” paint, and frolic in the warm summer sun, often in the company of Marney, Julia’s best friend from college, until circumstances left Marney and Charles spending a summer alone at the cottage. Charles’ indiscretion did more than end his marriage; it devastated his relationship with his daughters and the girls’ relationship with each other. Only Aunt Dot seems to be able to bridge the gap between family members, until Marney has a need that only Julia can meet. Hart’s rich detail enhances each element, from the mouthwatering menus to the soul-wrenching confrontations, in this engaging and thought-provoking tale. Agent: Mark Gilroy (Feb. 2)
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  • ISBN-13: 9781595542021
  • Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
  • Publication date: 2/12/2013
  • Pages: 310
  • Sales rank: 670,983
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Beth Webb Hart, a South Carolina native, is the best-selling author of Grace at Low Tide and The Wedding Machine.She serves as a speaker and creative writing instructor at schools, libraries, and churches throughout the region, and she has received two national teaching awards from Scholastic, Inc.Hart lives with her husband and their family in Charleston.

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Moon Over Edisto


By BETH WEBB HART

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2013 Beth Webb Hart
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-59554-202-1


Chapter One

Julia Bennett

New York

When the bright red delivery truck from Gravy parked halfway on the sidewalk by the doors of the Kent Risen Art Gallery on Prince Street, Etienne winked at Julia and went out to pay the delivery boy.

"Po'boys," she said as she glided back through the gallery's thick glass door while lifting the greasy paper bags high. The smell of fried seafood filled the narrow space as Chih-Yang put down his wire cutters and rubbed his hands together. "I'm starving."

"Can't." Sanchez removed a nail from between his lips and began to hammer a hole in the black wall where he was planning to hang his 3-D "found objects" portrait of Bill Clinton, whose hair and eyebrows were made out of bubble wrap and crushed Diet Coke cans.

Etienne rolled her dark eyes. Sanchez had ordered them all the macrobiotic platter from Caravan of Dreams the night before, and Etienne had spat out the bland mixture of tofu and sea vegetables before lecturing them on French cuisine and how sad she felt for anyone who didn't regularly partake of butter or cream or mussels or red meat. Then she'd marched down the block and purchased a burger combo from the Fanelli Café that smelled so good even Sanchez asked for a french fry.

"In honor of our Southern belle," Etienne said as she unwrapped the shrimp po' boys piled high with large fried prawns and creamy coleslaw.

Julia winced ever so slightly. "What?" Etienne said. "I've read your bio. I know you grew up catching shrimps down in South Carolina."

"Sorry, Etienne." Julia pushed her glasses up on her nose. "I just can't do imported shrimp."

Chih-Yang, who had already taken a heaping bite of a po' boy, began to chew slowly. Then he shrugged and swallowed. "Mealy Asian prawns with salmonella are my favorite." He took another bite as Sanchez shook his head and lifted his portrait up. Then Chih-Yang hunched over for a rather impressive pec flex. (He was the youngest, fittest artist in the group.) "My body thrives on toxins."

"Well, how about some fried chicken then?" Etienne opened the second bag, which contained a bucket of wings and legs as well as a basket of biscuits.

Sanchez was trembling as Julia reached for a wing. "Don't worry, Joseph," Julia said to her old friend from art school. "Do you think a restaurant this pricey would serve anything other than free range?"

Sanchez fanned himself with one of the gallery's brochures. "I think I need some fresh air." Then he slid on his organic hoodie and headed out the door as Julia imagined throwing the cast net off the bow of her father's old johnboat. And how, on a good day in late June or early July, their casts yielded nearly half a cooler full of the small, succulent tidal creek shrimp that her mother would boil up and serve with a bowl of melted butter at the end of their rickety dock on Store Creek on the south side of Edisto Island.

"So how often do you go back?" Etienne tore open a biscuit, and Julia was mesmerized by the steam rising from it and the comforting smell of flour and butter. "To eat the nontoxic shrimps in South Carolina?"

"Rarely," Julia said. She hadn't thrown the cast net, hadn't stepped foot on the old dock, in nearly two decades, and she had no intention of ever doing so again.

Two hours later Julia rounded the corner of Fifth Avenue onto East 92nd. The hall entrance light was on at the bottom of her brownstone, which sat four doors down on the opposite side of the street. Well, it wasn't actually her brownstone. It belonged to her old friend Bess, who was married and had four children. There were a psychiatrist and a chiropractor on the first floor. Bess lived with her family on the next three floors. Julia had the fifth floor, the "penthouse," really just a large studio apartment with a nice-sized rooftop deck. Julia painted and gardened there by day, and by night she stretched out on the old Pawleys Island hammock beneath her potted ficus trees and stared at the sky.

On a clear night she could see the moon. She would have felt like the luckiest woman in the world—a gainfully employed artist with a charming significant other and a rooftop view in the middle of one of the world's greatest cities—if it weren't for the forlorn look on the moon's face. This will not end well, the face seemed to say. Buzz off, she said back to him sometimes.

East 92nd between Fifth and Madison was nearly noiseless this time of night. It was a little after ten and most everyone in this little section of Manhattan was bedded down, sleeping deeply before the predawn wake-up call that catapulted them out of bed and into their designer suits and private school uniforms.

Almost all of her colleagues at the college lived in either Brooklyn or the East Village or Harlem or the Bronx. Sometimes she felt a little silly living in the posh Carnegie Hill neighborhood on the Upper East Side, a stone's throw from Central Park. Wasn't an artist supposed to live in the real world? The earthy, gritty one where you were regularly intersecting both depravity and danger? Didn't pure art spring from facing the grit and gristle head-on, and not only that, but from immersing oneself in it? Ah, well, she had done that. For over a decade she had done that, and it hadn't proved to be nearly as inspiring or romantic as she'd hoped. In fact, it had left some scars as well as some steep therapist bills.

So when Bess and her husband, Graham, bought the building a couple of years ago and invited Julia to check out the penthouse, she didn't think twice. She was through with life-on-the-edge. She was a tenured professor in the art department of Hunter College with health insurance and a retirement plan. Within the next year she was slated to become department chair. She had finally entered into a season of balance and security on nearly every level, and she was not going to let anything keep her from her own little piece of Manhattan sky.

Julia crossed the quiet street toward home. As she got closer to her building, she spotted a figure just beyond the glass-paneled street door who had not yet been buzzed into the main entrance. The figure's back—it appeared to be a woman—was to Julia, and she was leaning against the wall, head and all, as if she had fallen asleep standing up. The woman was slightly hunched over in a thin beige raincoat. Not nearly heavy enough for this crisp March evening.

Probably one of Dr. Hu's patients, Julia thought as her high-heeled boots steadily clapped the street before she slowed down and took a cautious step onto the sidewalk. She dug through her bag for her cell phone. She'd better wake up Graham, who was surely snoozing in the master bedroom on the fourth floor. She hated to bother him, but she didn't need to be wrangling with a mental patient on an unpeopled street this time of night. Why a psychiatrist's office in my building? she thought as she dialed Graham's number. Why not an optometrist or a dermatologist? Why not two chiropractors? She might have called Simon too, but he was an ocean away in England visiting his sons. She missed him.

As Julia waited for Graham to pick up, the figure slowly turned around. Julia pressed End and dropped her phone in her bag as her heart caught in her throat. Beneath the fluorescent light the familiar face looked as though it had aged twenty years. The last time she had laid eyes on it was at Julia's father's funeral four years ago. Her thick mane of rich, brown hair had thinned substantially and was streaked with gray. Her sharp azure eyes, blue like the center of a flame, were now sunken into a thin, weathered face. Her gaze met Julia's. She looked almost fragile or elderly—like a deflated balloon or a carved-out jack-o'-lantern left out on the stoop too long. She was forty, just one year older than Julia, but she might as well have been in her late fifties.

Julia ground her teeth, willing the familiar symptoms of her panic attacks to subside: sweaty palms, racing heartbeat, constricted throat. Once you'd had one panic attack, your greatest fear was having another—it was even greater than the fear of what might trigger it. No, she said to her pounding heart. Stop, stop, stop. Please stop. She breathed deeply and blinked several times, hoping the stars she was seeing would fade away. Lord, have mercy, have mercy, have mercy, she prayed. She had all but abandoned her childhood faith, but somehow this old prayer her Aunt Dot had taught her (when she was six and afraid to go to sleep because of some vivid nightmares involving Doberman pinschers) helped to stave off a full-blown attack. Christ, have mercy.

When her heart slowed a little, the woman came back into focus. Then the thought crossed Julia's mind: run, run down the street, hang a right onto Madison, and zip over to Zinnias for a nice glass of pinot noir. And maybe another. Though, truth be told, she hadn't had a second glass of wine in years.

Against Julia's better judgment, against every signal from her tense and trembling body, she found herself slowly walking toward the door. This was her house, her life. Had she not learned anything from her therapist? She knew exactly what Dr. Johansen would say: don't let anyone invade it.

She set her jaw, and the woman shifted her weight and reached to the wall to steady herself. "This ought to be rich," Julia muttered under her breath. Spite was the second best fuel she'd found to battle the panic attack symptoms, and as she bridled it in her gut, she could already feel her heart slowing down further, her throat muscles relaxing slightly. She took a deep breath and then found her key, shoved it into the hole, and turned it with a flick of her knobby wrist.

As the door slammed behind her, the glass rattling in its pane, the woman slowly cocked her head.

"Julia," she said. "We need to talk."

Marney held a handbag that looked as though she had dug it out of some Dumpster in the textile district. She'd never had much taste. Much style. Much sense of fashion whatsoever. And that hadn't changed. It was the eyes that she had. And at one time, curves in all of the right places and a full face with even fuller lips. Most of all, she had gall. Or maybe it wasn't so much gall as it was ferocity. (Julia had received years of counseling regarding the subject of Marney.)

They rode the cramped elevator up to the top floor of the small, narrow building together. Julia turned her face away from the antiseptic smell coming from Marney. Like she'd just come from the doctor's office or a medical supply store. Marney wrung her dry, weathered hands, and Julia noticed that she still wore her wedding band. She wouldn't have put it past Marney to remarry right away, to have someone waiting in the wings, but it was the same one from before, the simple gold band with the fig vine engraving. Marney's husband was dead. Deep in the grave. Why did she still feel the need to wear it?

The elevator opened right into Julia's apartment. There was the tightly made bed in the far right corner, the studio in the far left beside a panel of windows, and around a curve in the wall there was a galley kitchen, which opened up onto the deck where Julia had recently planted tomatoes and lemons in several large terra-cotta pots along the far right edge where the sunlight was best.

The moon was nearly full and the sky was clear. Julia had an eerie feeling. As if the moon were winking at her. Told you, it might have said. She nodded to the little sitting area, two chairs and a small table, in the center of the apartment. "Okay," she said. "Have a seat. I'll put on some tea. Then you can tell me how you are going to ruin my life today."

"I'd rather have water." The woman's voice was faint and groggy. She took out a yellowed men's handkerchief and blew her nose.

"Sure."

Julia poured two glasses of water from the tap. As she carried the glasses toward Marney, she thought of an old Bible verse Aunt Dot used to read to her. Something about loving your enemies. Feeding them a big meal. Maybe something about offering a cup of water. Oh, she'd fallen out of the habit of going to church sometime during college, but that stuff still stuck. It surfaced unexpectedly like a porpoise fin rising out of the dark water.

Julia handed Marney the glass and took the seat opposite her. "How are the kids?"

"Surviving, I guess." The woman cleared her throat. "I have a son now."

Julia nodded in as civil a manner as she could muster. She remembered how big Marney had been the day of Julia's father's funeral.

Julia's father was buried in the Bennett family plot at Magnolia Cemetery outside of Charleston on a sweltering hot day in late August, and Aunt Dot was worried Marney might go into labor right there at the graveside service. She'd been having contractions. Her feet and hands were swelling. Her blood pressure was all over the map.

Marney always seemed to be the center of attention. Just by existing. Even at a funeral. Her husband had been well one morning, catching and cleaning trout for a late breakfast, and dead by dinnertime. He'd keeled over in a plastic chair on the dock next to his acrylic tubes and easel, the canvas showing the beginnings of an egret hunting at low tide on the far marsh bank of Store Creek. And wouldn't it have taken the cake for Marney to deliver the dead man's fifth child, his first son—Julia's half and only brother—on the day that he was being lowered into the ground?

But Marney didn't deliver the baby that day. No, Charlie Foster Bennett III was not birthed at the funeral of Charlie Jr., age sixty-six. Julia was on a plane back to New York late that afternoon, and to this day she had no idea how or when the baby actually arrived. It was her own mother who called to invite her home for Thanksgiving, who mentioned the baby's birth some weeks later. And then she'd received a birth announcement with Aunt Dot's handwriting and a photograph of the infant in a bouncy seat flanked by his two older sisters on the old Edisto porch of Julia's childhood summers. Aunt Dot, trying to patch the family together. Trying to be the glue of Julia's father's mistakes. Always the big sister, Julia supposed.

Marney was picking at a string on her raincoat. She had picked at things in college too. Julia had been paired up with her for a roommate her freshman year at the University of Georgia, though she had requested a room of her own. It was a cruel twist of fate brought about by the UGA computer system (or whatever demon inhabited it), but Julia didn't realize it at the time.

In fact, she had adored Marney, who smelled like cloves and was both older and street-savvy, yet very fragile. Marney's father had left her when she was just a young girl, and her mother had a prescription drug addiction that had landed her in and out of rehab over the course of Marney's childhood. Marney had seemed so alone. So on her own. Like a compelling protagonist in a young adult novel. Like the character about whom you think, How or why does she go on? And yet you can't look away because you want her to survive. You want her to thrive. She'd managed to get a scholarship to the university, and she was studying biology. She'd wanted to be a veterinarian.

So Julia had been compelled, compelled to bring Marney home during their college summers because she had no place to go. Each year they'd head to Edisto and wait tables at Dockside and spend the days lounging on the beach or taking the johnboat out into the tidal creeks and waterways. Marney had grown up in a concrete suburb of Atlanta, and Julia showed her porpoises, alligators, foxes, bobcats, and even a copperhead slinking across the orange and dusty dirt road. She taught her to fillet her first fish with a rusty boat knife and how to peel the heads off of a cooler full of shrimp too. Julia's mama, who was an amazing gardener and cook, would prepare big meals for them. Fresh-caught shrimp with plenty of butter for dunking, fried flounder and trout, tomato pies, okra soup, sweet corn on the cob, fresh-baked biscuits, and lots of creamy grits to go with everything. Julia's younger sister, Meg, was always there with a friend or two from town, and so was Julia's father, who took nearly all of the summer off from his law practice to do what he loved best—paint.

The last summer between their junior and senior year, Julia had been invited by her art professor to spend eight weeks touring the art museums of Italy and France. She jumped at the chance. Her parents invited Marney to spend the summer at Edisto, as usual, if she'd like. And she did. At the same time, Julia's maternal grandfather had a massive stroke, and her mother moved back to Charleston to care for him. Meg went back too. She was seventeen, and she had a crush on a South of Broad boy who taught sailing at the Carolina Yacht Club, so she spent the summer taking lessons from him. She would marry him seven years later.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Moon Over Edisto by BETH WEBB HART Copyright © 2013 by Beth Webb Hart. Excerpted by permission of Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2013

    If I could get away with it, this would be a three-word post: Re

    If I could get away with it, this would be a three-word post: Read this book.

    Seriously, this may be one of the best books I've read in awhile. This author proves good writers can craft a book that contains the common elements of a dysfunctional family, a tough choice (or choices), and relationships without the raunchy sex scenes, unnecessary foul language, backstabbing, or anything else that can ruin an otherwise good book.

    I feel like can't give too many details about the plot because that will spoil it. However, I can say each chapter is told from one person's point of view, changing among five of the characters.

    An unexpected consequence of reading this book: I really want to take a cooking class now to learn how to make a bunch of Southern classics.

    The bottom line is you can't go wrong with this book, and I look forward to reading others by Beth Webb Hart.

    Note: I received a review copy of this book from the publisher, Thomas Nelson.

    14 out of 16 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 6, 2013

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    Moon Over Edisto by Beth Webb Hart is a stand-alone novel that b

    Moon Over Edisto by Beth Webb Hart is a stand-alone novel that beautifully captures the sights, smells and tastes of South Carolina's Lowcountry as the backdrop for this complex and moving drama involving the dysfunctional Bennett family. My attention was captured from the very beginning of this well-written novel.

    I was drawn to this story because it seemed to fit two of my interests - southern fiction and relationship drama - and it certainly did not disappoint. South Carolina's Lowcountry and Edisto Island are so vividly described and become such an integral part of the story that they are elevated to character status - traditional southern cuisine, the Ravenel bridge, salt marshes, winding streams, and "massive live oaks, their Spanish moss waving in the light evening breeze from the creek."

    This story is all about the Bennett family, a family Julia describes as "Southern Gothic Dysfunction." Instead of looking at how a seemingly loving marriage disintegrated, Moon Over Edisto focuses on the lingering effects of betrayal and desertion on the ones left behind, for it's always the innocent who are most affected.

    Characterization is rich and complex. The older sister, Julia, tried to cope by running away and starting a new life in New York, though often haunted by panic attacks and bouts of depression. Meg - feeling that her father was a fool, while her mother had no clue - became harsh and legalistic, wanting justice for the guilty ones rather than grace, to the extent that her own marriage was threatened. Meg "realized how very worn out she was. How exhausting it was to wear her masks, to build her reputation, to prove to the world day in and day out that even though her parents were fools, she was not. She was a responsible, morally upstanding citizen. She could be counted upon. She was worthy of admiration. She would not shame her husband or falter in any way. She had the blessed life, and she would not squander it. Or would she?"

    The three children from their father's other family simply captured my heart, especially Etta, who only talks to her little brother. I love how Beth uses art in this narrative, as Julia and Etta discover a shared talent. One day, Julia sees Etta's sketch of their father: "This young girl had captured something true about him. Something in his rich brown eyes that could only be described as love. How could someone with eyes like that cause so much damage?"

    Although the ending is upbeat and satisfying, this is not a story where everything is tied up neatly, nor should it be. If I wished for anything, it would be a longer ending, but that in no way detracts from this powerful novel. There is a strong spiritual message, but rather than being overt, it is embedded in Julia's heart and actions. Julia's character occasionally uses the phrase, "Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy," and these words seem to have so much more feeling and depth at the end.

    I am so glad that I discovered Beth Webb Hart's work. Moon Over Edisto is a very moving novel with great depth, and I recommend it highly. I suspect many readers, especially those touched by divorce, will find that this story speaks to them.

    This book was provided by Thomas Nelson through NetGalley in exchange for my honest review.

    6 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2013

    Moon Over Edisto by Beth Webb Hart is a sweet story ¿ a very swe

    Moon Over Edisto by Beth Webb Hart is a sweet story – a very sweet story. You smile all the way through it with the characters. They’re good people, good fictional characters, just facing circumstances that they were not expecting.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2013

    Loved it!

    Great story!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2013

    How do you get a free copy for review.?

    Where do you get copy, on nook or hard copy? Is it random raffle or do you sign up? Am not use to all this electronics and barely function on pc since windows. Nook was a gift for my 85 birthday since no longer make it out to library and depend on reserve and systems for books. I am not the only one who says their one star reviews are never printed. I asked my daughter to look for my review on best sellers and they arent there or hers. Mrs B of Wis.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2013

    Frozenmoon

    Name- frozenmoon. Age-16 moons. Rank-queen. Looks- silver furred shecat with white under bellie, and white tabby striped leggs, gray eyes.

    1 out of 17 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 5, 2013

    As I started this book, I have to admit that I was not sure if I

    As I started this book, I have to admit that I was not sure if I would like it. There are some very serious hurts that are being dealt with in this book. But as I read on, I discovered that I did not want to put this book down. The author did a great job of telling this story through the different perspectives of the characters in this book. The book delves into infidelity, desertion, desire for love and family, injustice, anger and hurt. We view much of the book through Julia's eyes, the oldest sister in a family that was destroyed by a father's infidelity and desertion. We also view events through her younger sister, Meg's, eyes. There is a lot of anger there. We see Julia's mom, Mary Ellen's, side of the story and view how her life has been for the past twenty years. We view part of the story from Jed's viewpoint. Jed is a neighbor and was Julia's first kiss. Finally, we get a child's perspective through Etta, who is one of the children from Julia's father's second marriage. This book is so interesting and I felt very emotional reading it. I really enjoyed the book, however, I felt it ended a little abruptly. I would have liked another chapter or two, or maybe an epilogue to really feel that the conclusion of the book lived up to the rest of the story. I received a copy of this book from Thomas Nelson through NetGalley in exchange for my honest review.

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  • Posted February 15, 2013

    Moon Over Edisto Beth Webb Hart ©2013 Thomas Nelson Publisher I

    Moon Over Edisto
    Beth Webb Hart ©2013
    Thomas Nelson Publisher
    ISBN9781595542021
    320 pp. pppbk.

    Julia’s best friend, Marney, shattered the family when she married Julia’s Dad and had three children. Julia’s sister, Meg, has never recovered and works desperately to be a perfect wife, mother and community leader. Julia’s Mom finally is beginning a new life.
    Julia is expecting a new job, a summer in Budapest lecturing on art, and new life for her own art work. She’s engaged to marry an art dealer who has given her a huge engagement ring. But what will she do about Jed?

    Now Marney is ill and needs help, so asks for Julia. How will all the family cope, including elderly Aunt Dora? And will the family ever be restored again? Maybe, but sadly only after the source of conflict is forever gone, leaving three orphans.

    Set in beautiful North Carolina, Beth Webb Hart’s story is compulsive reading with characters readers will care about, including Marney. How everyone finally copes is surprising and satisfying, although I wish the two main characters, the romance figures, showed more than a superficial Christianity. And I wasn’t convinced that Julia’s motivation for change showed the necessary depth for such an important and sudden decision. Nevertheless, an enjoyable story.


    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2014

    Midnight to Blue

    She pads in

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2014

    Lily

    She growled. "WHAT, Bluemoon?" (Mignight, i'll get u later. Can u leave for two min?)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2014

    Bluemoon

    Forget this i will get you at macbeth.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2014

    Touching story!

    A truly touching story about heartbreak, family, betrayal and, ultimately, forgiveness!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2014

    Boring

    Boring read only about forty pages hoping it would get better. No such luck

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2014

    Really enjoyed this

    It was a little slow at first but just as I was about to put it down and switch to another book it got my attention and I didn't want to put it down. I couldn't wait to get back to it. I'm just wondering if there is a book following that picks up the storyline? it could easily happen.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2014

    I loved this book and could not put it down!

    I loved this book and could not put it down!

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  • Posted December 16, 2013

    This is a nice story with believable characters. Moves between c

    This is a nice story with believable characters. Moves between characters with the chapters. Julia whose parents' marriage breaks up when her best friend and Julia's father fall in love. After 20 years her father is dead and her former best friend has cancer. Julia ends up watching their 3 young children on Edisto Island. She is engaged when she meets her old boyfriend again. A nice ending after complications for Julia and her mother and sister and especially her former friend.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2013

    A Great Read!

    Very enjoyable story, nostalgic, romantic and a few surpeises.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2013

    Recommend

    Very slow beginning and had trouble figuring out all of the characters. However, after I got into it, I enjoyed it immensely. A lesson in doing what is right even when it is difficult or makes you reevaluate your beliefs.

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  • Posted December 14, 2013

    Good story !!!

    Good story of family love, heartache and redemption over the years.

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  • Posted December 13, 2013

    Recommended

    Very good. I recommend it to others, and I would read it again

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