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As the wounds of the Civil War are just beginning to heal, one fateful summer would forever alter the course of a young girl’s life.
 
In 1868, on the barren shores of post-war Outer Banks North Carolina, the once wealthy Sinclair family moves for the summer to one of the first cottages on the ocean side of the resort village of Nags Head. Seventeen-year-old Abigail is beautiful, book-smart, but sheltered by her plantation life and ...

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Overview

As the wounds of the Civil War are just beginning to heal, one fateful summer would forever alter the course of a young girl’s life.
 
In 1868, on the barren shores of post-war Outer Banks North Carolina, the once wealthy Sinclair family moves for the summer to one of the first cottages on the ocean side of the resort village of Nags Head. Seventeen-year-old Abigail is beautiful, book-smart, but sheltered by her plantation life and hemmed-in by her emotionally distant family. To make good use of time, she is encouraged by her family to teach her father’s fishing guide, the good-natured but penniless Benjamin Whimble, how to read and write. And in a twist of fate unforeseen by anyone around them, there on the porch of the cottage, the two come to love each other deeply, and to understand each other in a way that no one else does.
 
But when, against everything he claims to represent, Ben becomes entangled in Abby's father's Ku Klux Klan work, the terrible tragedy and surprising revelations that one hot Outer Banks night brings forth threaten to tear them apart forever.
 
With vivid historical detail and stunning emotional resonance, Diann Ducharme recounts a dramatic story of love, loss, and coming of age at a singular and rapidly changing time in one of America’s most beautiful and storied communities.  

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In Ducharme’s strong debut, 17-year-old Abigail Sinclair arrives at the Outer Banks with her family, whose fortunes are on the wane after the defeat of the South in the Civil War. Abigail is being courted by a doctor’s son, the foppish Hector Newman, and though she knows a marriage to him will please her family, she finds is drawn to a local fisherman, Benjamin Whimble, whom she is teaching to read and write. As her attraction to Whimble grows, she realizes what’s important to her and what she is willing to fight for when revelations about her father complicate her relationships. Characters are not terribly complex—Ben is a quintessential earthy blue-collar hero, and Hector an overprivileged dandy with a controlling streak—but Abigail is a good heroine. Ducharme’s extensive use of dialect will enrich the experience of some readers and irritate others, but despite its flaws, this novel brings to life the difficult and uncertain world of Reconstruction North Carolina with a romantic but unsympathetic eye. (June)
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Go, Mutants!Larry Doyle. Ecco, $23.99 (368p) ISBN 978-0-06-168655-9Humor writer Doyle (I Love You, Beth Cooper) walks a razor’s edge between dumb and clever and falls onto both sides repeatedly in this parody that imagines a world in which the aliens from 1950s sci-fi movies have actually arrived on earth and integrated into human society. J!m Anderson is the son of a leader of an alien invasion who was presumed impaled on the Washington monument and an alluring cat woman currently working as a cocktail waitress. As a teen alien, J!m is mercilessly teased at school and tormented by his cross-species love for Marie Rand, the daughter of mad scientist Dr. Howard Rand, who keeps his wife’s severed head alive in a pan of fluid. You get the idea. Throughout the novel, an encyclopedic knowledge of monster movies is on display, and most of the greats, including a King Kong–like giant ape (whose half-human son, Johnny, is J!m’s best friend) are referenced. Doyle’s style is to throw jokes and hope something sticks, and while there’s much cleverness, the overall effect can be manic. This will be best appreciated by a select and nostalgic readership, preferably those who can catalogue Godzilla’s many opponents. (June)
Library Journal
It's 1868, and the natives of North Carolina's Outer Banks think the Sinclairs' summer residence on the beach at Nags Head is right peculiar. Seventeen-year-old Abigail Sinclair is enlisted by her parents to teach Ben Whimble, her father's fishing guide, to read. Abby is being courted by medical student Hector Newman and is appalled at the dirty and perpetually barefoot Ben. But Abby is also restless and slowly sees in Ben more than just a willing pupil. Ben might be getting sweet on his teacher as well, but her father has involved Ben in a matter that doesn't sit right with "the Banker," knowing that freedmen and runaway slaves have long lived contentedly out on Roanoke Island. It's just three years since the end of the Civil War, and for some, that isn't long enough. VERDICT First novelist Ducharme has laced her novel with the sounds and the smells of the North Carolina shoreline. Racism and Southern tradition run along parallel paths in this affecting debut, where gentlemen can be less than honorable and enslavement doesn't always involve chains. Highly recommended for fans of Southern fiction. [Library marketing; ebook available.]—Bette-Lee Fox, Library Journal
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“First novelist Ducharme has laced her novel with the sounds and the smells of the North Carolina shoreline. Racism and Southern tradition run along parallel paths in this affecting debut, where gentlemen can be less than honorable and enslavement doesn’t always involve chains.”—Library Journal (starred review) 
 
“Diann Ducharme gives us a beautiful sense of this place by the sea, of a country in conflict, of death and redemption, and of new love.” Stephanie Cowell, author of Claude & Camille and Marrying Mozart

The Outer Banks House is a beautifully written and deeply moving story of a sheltered young woman's awakening to life, love, and the injustice of discrimination against former slaves.  In theme and impact, shades of Mark Twain's Huckleberry Finn.  In the evocative setting and fresh voice, a unique novel all its own.”--Karen Harper, New York Times bestselling author
 

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307462237
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/8/2010
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Diann Ducharme

DIANN DUCHARME was born in Indiana, but she spent the majority of her childhood in Newport News, Virginia. She majored in English literature at the University of Virginia, but she never wrote creatively until, after the birth of her second child in 2003, she sat down to write The Outer Banks House. Diann and her husband, Sean, have two beach-loving children, Dorsey and Katherine. The family lives in Manakin-Sabot, Virginia. Visit Diann's Web site at www.DiannDucharme.com.

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The Outer Banks House

A Novel
By Diann Ducharme

Crown

Copyright © 2010 Diann Ducharme
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780307462237

Chapter One

Abigail Sinclair Nags Head, North Carolina June 18, 1868

I walked about on the shore lifting up my hands, and my whole being, as I may say, wrapped up in the contemplation of my deliverance, making a thousand gestures and motions that I cannot describe, reflecting upon all my comrades that were drowned, and that there should not be one soul saved but myself . . .

—Robinson Crusoe

***

I was the first passenger off the steamboat. My fellow travelers had insisted, for I had spent the duration of the journey in the throes of boatsickness. Everyone, including my own mama and daddy, had watched me from afar, afraid to get their Sunday best too close to me.

Behind me, I could hear them all lining up, eager to disembark, but I stood directly in the way, unable to make my way down the skinny pier toward land. Folks started to politely fuss at me, but Charlie and Martha, my younger brother and sister, began pushing on my backside, forcing me forward.

Yet even as they jostled me along, I couldn’t take my eyes from the sight of the Outer Banks of North Carolina, stretching to the left and right at the end of the pier.

Gone were the ordered, busy streets of Edenton that we had left behind. In their place was a strip of land where nature wouldn’t allow such regulation.

Instead of brick buildings of commerce and law, there were giant dunes of beige sand that grew clear into the clouds. Instead of statues and lampposts, there were stunted and craggy trees that grew in the sand monsters’ shadows along the shoreline. Their gnarled branches blew obligingly in the brisk wind.

Even the soundside watering town of Nags Head was unassuming, and so flat that I could see almost clear across the narrow island to the Atlantic Ocean. The hotel and surrounding white houses were tucked into the sand and foliage so nicely it was as if they had been planted there.

But beyond all this was a shimmering in the eastern sky. I knew it was the ocean there, beneath the blue. I had never seen it in my life, and my heart began to beat faster in anticipation. I took a deep breath of the salty air, picked up my skirts, and started to run. I ran the way that I used to run when I was nine years old, when nothing mattered but the day on the plantation.

Our housemaid, Winnie, hollered after me, but her voice was lost in the wind. I didn’t even think about Mama and Daddy, or what they’d have to say to me later. I heard Charlie and Martha scampering after me, squealing at the game. But I didn’t turn around. I just ran down the wooden pathway through the sand, my legs straining against my hoops.

Soon, from the unfamiliar exercise, I felt myself gobbling great gulps of hot air, and drops of sweat were seeping like pricks of blood into my beige traveling dress. My heavy strawberry hair baked under my bonnet, and my hands cramped with the weight of my skirts and the bunched-up parasol.

But I didn’t slow until I heard a rhythmic crashing and sizzling. The wooden planks came to an end in a wide plane of sand, which met naturally and directly with the object of my affection.

“Ocean,” I said breathlessly, as the wind whipped wayward strands of hair into my open mouth. Pelicans cruised like soldiers down the war zone of water, white-capped breakers marching and ebbing back, then crashing even harder. A few large ships inched along the choppy horizon.

Happy vacationers were everywhere. Gloved and bonneted women strolled with parasols, and the men splashed in the surf or even ventured out to swim in the rough water. Charlie and Martha whooped like orangutans and dashed past me to touch the shuddering water, feel with tentative hands whether it was warm or cold, but I couldn’t move.

I squatted and carefully plopped down on my left hip on the sand, still sucking in the air. I must have run almost a mile from sound to sea, the entire width of the island here. My uncle Jack would have whistled his approval. To see a sight like this, he would have run along beside me, forgetting that a young lady of my seventeen years should not be running anywhere.

I had brought along a piece of Uncle Jack, a letter that he had written to me right before he died of dysentery during the war. I hadn’t wanted to leave it at home, buried in the dresser where I kept a book of scraps, stuffed with dozens of Uncle Jack’s letters, two tin-types, and even some of his auburn hair from a forgotten brush.

His last letter was by far the most precious to me. I tried not to handle it so much these days, because the paper was thinning out something terrible. But sometimes all I wanted to do was touch it, for I had memorized the cramped-up words long ago. And too, the letter still smelled vaguely of bark-oil tea and dirty linens, a smell that I now associated with death.

But on this day, I couldn’t help myself.

Keeping one eye on the children, I wiggled my reticule from my skirts and took out the letter. It whipped in the strong wind as I read.

February 7, 1865 North Carolina Hospital, Petersburg, Virginia

My Dear Little Red Reb,

You’ll have to excuse my penmanship here. I’ve been curled up on my right side for so long that my writing hand’s gone numb. This position suits me best, though, because it quiets the sizzling in my belly a bit. I tell you, sometimes I wish I had been shot clean through the skull. This quickstep is the devil’s business. You folks back home wouldn’t even know me, I’ve lost so much flesh. I bet I’m skinnier than you are. Don’t tell your daddy I said this, but I’m starting to think that he was the smart one of the both of us. I should have just stayed put. Edenton looks just like heaven in my mind, these days.

I got this cheap paper from the blue-lipped nurse that creeps around here. I don’t like her much, mostly because of the sad look in her eyes. She’s young, just a little older than you are now. But she isn’t near as pretty as you, and like I said, she’s lacking in enthusiasm. ’Course, I’d never say that about you, niece!

Which reminds me, your daddy said in his previous letter that you’ve been reading a lot these days. He says that you’re going to drive him into bankruptcy with all of your book buying! I’ve been trying to picture my fiery Reb with her nose stuck in a book, just like her mama, I guess. It got me to thinking that I’d like to read one of those books myself. You’re likely having a good laugh right now. But there isn’t much decent to read in this hospital. I guess folks don’t think sickly soldiers are the reading kind of men, and I must admit, I feel a little rusty at the exercise. Why don’t you send me one of your favorites with your next letter?

It also might do you some good to get out of doors once in a while. Tell your daddy that I said to take Ace of Spades for a ride every now and then. Give the boy some sugar lumps for me, will you? I can just see you and me riding him, the way we used to. I can feel those ribbons of yours flying in my face. You never did holler, even when we were running through rivers. It’s those kinds of thoughts that get me through these awful days. I don’t see pretty Mary Virginia Spellman or even Annabelle Putnam in my head anymore. I picture a pair of steady green eyes and red eyelashes, and I grit my teeth and bear it. I try not to holler.

I sure hope I can get better and come on home to you and the family. I miss you all more than Winnie’s butter biscuits. But if I don’t make it out of this hospital, I hope you remember me kindly. Not as this run-down, sickly soldier, but as your uncle, holding you tight on the best horse I ever had.

I’ve got high hopes for you, so don’t let me down.

As ever, your devoted uncle, Jack Sinclair


I swallowed hard and then yelled at Charlie to pull up the legs of his trousers. My siblings were already soaked to the skin, but I couldn’t muster up much of a care. I pinched Uncle Jack’s letter so tightly between thumb and forefinger that I feared it would rip in the bullying wind, but I couldn’t put it away just yet.

The biggest regret of my life was that I never got to send Uncle Jack a book. He died before his last letter had even reached me.

It was awful to feature someone dying from dysentery, especially Uncle Jack, who probably came out of Grandma Marian’s womb with a grin on his face. I couldn’t ever remember him acting low-down.

Folks liked to comment on our similar dispositions and how they made us as close as any niece and uncle could be without it seem- ing sinful. His big hand on my head was a constant reminder of his need to father, and of my need to be parented. We knew this about each other, but never quite said so. It was just there, hover- ing between us as thick as the humidity on an Edenton noon in August, this paucity of attention from my own mama and daddy. We all lived in the same house, but Mama and Daddy made their true homes inside their minds, with the front doors closed to all but themselves.

In spite of this coldness, there was a spirit in me that seeked out the heat. I’d meander through the outbuildings to find my uncle, and the slaves would point him out to me with pity on their faces. Even they knew that I was starved for affection; even they knew that Uncle Jack would welcome his niece by pulling her onto his stallion with an easy tug on her reaching arm.

It didn’t feel wrong that I loved my uncle more than my own daddy. And when he died, I lost a father.

Continues...

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Reading Guide Questions for The Outer Banks House
 
1.  The Outer Banks of North Carolina is a chain of thin, fragile barrier islands that stretch the length of the state. They are rich in history and natural beauty, but in 1868, they were quite isolated from the mainland in both location and national progress. How does the setting of the Outer Banks serve as a character in the novel? How does the island’s remoteness and pervading provinciality help to further Abby and Ben’s relationship?
 
2.  The novel opens with Abigail Sinclair eschewing proper decorum and running across the island to get to the ocean. Why do you think Diann Ducharme opened the novel in this way? How does Abigail’s character change throughout the novel? What events bring about these changes?
 
3.  Ducharme alternates points of view between the two main characters, Abigail and Ben.  Why do you think she chose to use these two points of view to tell the story? How does this decision further the novel’s plot?
 
4.  Each chapter begins with a quote from the classic work Robinson Crusoe. Why do you think Ducharme chose Robinson Crusoe as a vehicle of discussion? In what ways do the quotes reflect what is happening in the novel? How does Robinson Crusoe further the relationship between Abby and Ben?
 
5.  What are the Bankers’ opinions of the summer vacationers? Why does Ben see Abby differently than the other Bankers do? Why does Ben want a different life than his father has? How do Ben’s aspirations both help and hinder him throughout the novel?
 
6.  Racial injustice is a major theme of the book. How does Abby come to terms with her own role in her family’s slave-owning past? How does she eventually show her contrition?
 
7.  Why does Abigail forgive Ben for his part in her father’s man-hunt? Why does her mother forgive Abby for teaching at the Freedmen’s school?
 
8.  Roanoke Island is a small island between the mainland of North Carolina and the Outer Banks. It is also full of history, having been the site of two doomed colonies. How is the Freedmen’s Colony similar to the Sir Walter Raleigh’s “Lost Colony”? How are the two colonies different from each other?
 
9.  How do Abby’s feelings towards her mother change throughout the novel? What brings about these changes? How do her feelings towards her father change? Think about your relationship with your parents. How have those relationships evolved over time?
 
10.  What is your opinion of Elijah Africa? Why do you think Elijah Africa returned to North Carolina to become a preacher?
 
11.  Winnie, or Asha, originally came to the Sinclair house as a wet nurse. Why do you think Asha and Abigail never spoke about Asha’s past life? Why do you think Asha stayed to work for the Sinclairs after the Civil War?  What finally made her decide to leave them? Why are names so important to the people of the Freedmen’s Colony?
 
12.  What does Abigail give up when she rejects Hector’s marriage proposal? What does Ben give up when he breaks off his relationship with Eliza Dickens? Do Abby and Ben fully realize the implications of their decisions as they make them?
 
13.  What does the title of the book, The Outer Banks House, refer to? Did your opinion about the meaning of the title change at the end the book?
 
14.  What similarities does Abby see between her Uncle Jack and Ben? Why does Abby throw Uncle Jack’s letter into the ocean at the end of the novel?
 
15.  Do you think Abby and Ben will find happiness in “the Outer Banks House”? Why or why not?
 
 
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  • Posted July 20, 2010

    Looking for a good beach read?

    I read this book while in Nags Head,NC where the story took place. I could just imagine how they lived in the 1800s and how different things really were before cars and air conditioning. It is a great fictional history of how people lived in the 1800s, true love and the greatness of people. Diann Ducharme is a great writer and I hope to hear more from her in the future.

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    Lovely story set in an equally place.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2011

    Highly Recommended!

    A great novel to read. Very beautiful love story and great descriptions of life on the banks of North Carolina. It showed good insight into differing post civil war views on slavery. Perfect historical romance. I could not put it down!

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  • Posted July 26, 2010

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    Beautifully written

    The Outer Banks House is a wonderful story about discovery, change and learning who you are, set within the history of the people who loved and settled Nags Head NC after the Civil War. The people and the lessons learned will stay with you long after the last page is read. If you love the beauty and power of the sea, you will love this book. I am looking forward to future novels by Diann Ducharme.

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