Still Summer

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The New York Times bestselling author of returns with a breathtaking tale of suspense and high adventure.


In high school, Olivia, Tracy and Holly had been known as The Godmothers, and their friendship has endured throughout the ensuing decades. Now, with the death of Olivia's husband, a wealthy Italian Count, and her return to America, the friends decide to reunite on a luxury cruise in the Caribbean. Along ...
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Overview

The New York Times bestselling author of returns with a breathtaking tale of suspense and high adventure.


In high school, Olivia, Tracy and Holly had been known as The Godmothers, and their friendship has endured throughout the ensuing decades. Now, with the death of Olivia's husband, a wealthy Italian Count, and her return to America, the friends decide to reunite on a luxury cruise in the Caribbean. Along with Tracy's college-aged daughter and a two-man crew, they begin their journey uneventfully, enjoying the sun and the warm, clear waters of the Caribbean.
Then, a series of devastating events unfolds, leaving the women crewless, starving and terrified. Almost overnight, what was meant to be a blissful vacation devolves into a desperate fight for survival, as they soon find themselves battling the elements, a horrifying attack by drug traffickers, and their own frailties. It is at once a story about the bonds of friendship, the love between mothers and their children, and the strengths we don't know we possess until we are faced with our own mortality.
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Editorial Reviews

Caroline Preston
…her aim is to create a high-seas yarn with a suburban-mom twist. While the relentless nautical calamities are far-fetched, the women's willingness to throw themselves overboard, literally, to save a precious daughter is not. As the title implies, Still Summer provides an entertaining hammock read…
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly

Bestselling Mitchard offers the harrowing tale of four women lost at sea and pitted against nature and a cohort of contemporary pirates. Tracy, Holly and Olivia have known each other since high school, when they were glamorous, popular troublemakers. Twenty-five years after graduation, the three women, plus Tracy's 19-year-old daughter, Camille, set out on a "reading, sunning, gossiping" trip aboard a luxe sailboat helmed by a two-man crew. But a storm leaves the women adrift with no sail or engine and their co-captains gone overboard. With limited sailing experience, failing radio equipment and a rapidly diminishing cache of food and water, the women are vulnerable to the worst threats the Caribbean can offer—the elements, sharks and, most troublesome, pirates. This fast-paced novel borrows qualities from several genres—suspense, survival epic, coming-of-age—and mostly succeeds in melding the better aspects of each, though Mitchard has a surer hand in creating women characters than men. Mitchard's fans will appreciate this high-stakes adventure. (Aug.)

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Kirkus Reviews
A group of middle-aged friends and one rebellious teenager set sail in the Caribbean on a trip to rekindle high-school friendships, but find their lives at stake when things go horribly wrong. Mitchard (Cage of Stars, 2006, etc.) crams plenty of melodrama and angst into this tale of four old friends who plan an adventure on a plush sailboat at the suggestion of Olivia, the widow of a wealthy Italian. When one of the friends can't make it, Tracy brings her gorgeous 19-year-old daughter, Cammie, in her place. Cammie, who fights constantly with her mother, is foul-mouthed, yet beautiful, as she tries to overcome a recent failed love affair. Tracy's friend Holly, a cheerful nurse and former cheerleader, rounds out the foursome. They soon set sail under star-brilliant Caribbean skies in a luxurious sailboat piloted by down-to-earth Lenny, whose much-younger wife has given him a small child and is expecting their second. His handsome right-hand man, Michel, rounds out the crew. But it doesn't take long before Cammie and Michel find themselves attracted (she is beautiful, as Mitchard relentlessly says), much to Olivia's displeasure. Soon follow a series of mishaps that leave the four women stranded alone on the large ship with no idea of their location, nor any means to call for help. They weather illness, food and water shortages, the hot, unrelenting sun and man-made terror in their struggle to survive. Mitchard's characters communicate in long, tedious backstory written in clunky prose, and she dubs one major character "the young man" without giving him a name, although every other character in the book, no matter how minor, has one. The women also ignore obvious opportunities to escape theirfate in favor of stacking the plot with twists readers will see coming from oceans away. A good beach read if the reader can overlook ponderous plotting and the desire to slap a couple of the characters silly.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446696739
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 7/3/2008
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 1,004,696
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Jacquelyn Mitchard
Jacquelyn Mitchard is the New York Times bestselling author of Cage of Stars, The Deep End of the Ocean and eight other works for both adults and children. She is also the author of The Rest of Us: Dispatches from the Mother Ship, a collection of her newspaper columns, which are syndicated nationwide by Tribune Media Services. She lives in Wisconsin with her husband and seven children.

Biography

"Jacquelyn Mitchard has considered changing her name legally to The Deep End of the Ocean. This is because her own name is much less well-known than the title of her first book," so read the opening lines of Mitchard's biography on her web site. Granted, the writer is best known for the novel that holds the distinct honor of being the very first pick in Oprah Winfrey's book club, but Mitchard is also responsible for a number of other bestsellers, all baring her distinctive ability to tackle emotional subject matter without lapsing into cloying sentimentality.

Mitchard got her start as a newspaper journalist in the ‘70s, but first established herself as a writer to watch in 1985 when she published Mother Less Child, a gut wrenching account of her own miscarriage. Though autobiographical in nature, Mother Less Child introduced the themes of grief and coping that would often resurface in her fiction. These themes were particularly prevalent in the debut novel that would nab Mitchard her greatest notoriety. The Deep End of the Ocean tells of the depression that grips a woman and her son following the disappearance of her younger son. Like Mother Less Child, the novel was also based on a personal tragedy, the death of her husband, and the author's very real grief contributes to the emotional authenticity of the book.

The Deep End of the Ocean became a commercial and critical smash, lauded by every publication from People Magazine to Newsweek. It exemplified Mitchard's unique approach to her subject. In lesser hands, such a story might have sunk into precious self-reflection. However Mitchard approaches her story as equal parts psychological drama and suspenseful thriller. "I like to read stories in which things happen," she told Book Reporter. "I get very impatient with books that are meditations - often beautiful ones - on a single character's thoughts and reactions. I like a story that roller coasters from one event to the next, peaks and valleys."

The Deep End of the Ocean undoubtedly changed Mitchard's life. She was still working part time at the University of Wisconsin-Madison writing speeches when the novel got Oprah's seal of approval and went into production as a major motion picture starring Michelle Pfeiffer. She didn't even consider leaving her job until, as she recounted to Book Slut.com, "my boss finally said to me, ‘You know, kiddo, people whose books have sold this many copies and are being made into movies don't have this part-time job.'" So, she left her job despite misgivings and embarked upon a writing career that would produce such powerful works as The Most Wanted, Twelve Times Blessed, and The Breakdown Lane. She has also written two non-fictional volumes about peace activist Jane Addams.

Mitchard's latest Cage of Stars tells of Veronica Swan, a twelve-year old girl living in a Mormon community whose life is completely upturned when her sisters are murdered. Again, a story of this nature could have easily played out as a banal tear jerker, but Mitchard allows Veronica to take a more active role in the novel, setting out to avenge the death of her sisters. Consequently, Case of Stars is another example of Mitchard's ability to turn the tables on convention and produce a story with both emotional resonance and a page-turning narrative, making for a novel created with the express purpose of pleasing her fans. "Narrative is not in fashion in the novels of our current era; reflection is," she told Book Reporter. "But buying a book and reading it is a substantial investment of time and money. I want to take readers on a journey full circle. They deserve it."

Good To Know

Mitchard is certainly most famous for her sophisticated adult novels, yet she has also written two children's novels, Rosalie and Starring Prima, as well as Baby Bat's Lullaby, a picture book. She currently has three new children's books in development.

Now that Mitchard has officially scored a successful writing career, what could be left for the writer to achieve? Well, according to her web site, her "truest ambition" is to make an appearance on the popular TV show Law and Order.

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Still Summer


By Jacquelyn Mitchard

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2007 Jacquelyn Mitchard
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-446-57876-9


Chapter One

Day One

The three men finished with the small boat before nightfall. The painting had to be done quickly and it was difficult. So afterward they rested and smoked in the drawing dusk, their backs against a massive rock. The boat was called a yola. They had spotted it bobbing near an island on a buoy in the natural harbor formed by the embrace of two small spits of land and hauled it ashore. With thick smears of black paint, they covered up its pale blue gray color, its name, Bonita, and the white numbers of its registration. Over the lights, they spread a thinner coat. At sea, even if perchance they ran with lights to avoid a reef, this silty covering would make the lights indistinct and fickle; and someone might mistake them for a phosphorescent curiosity of the sea. Now they needed only to replace the engine with the larger one left for them the night before, beneath a tent of canvas concealed with branches and brush. The two older men had lived more than forty years in the same village in Santo Domingo. The younger man, an American barely twenty years old, could understand only some of the words they said. He might have been fluent by now but preferred not to be. Still, he could tell thatthey were talking about the way the sea always eventually gave up her fish, as well as other things. He heard the words for "weather" and "soup." He knew these men as Ernesto and Carlo; but he suspected these were not their true names. For these jobs, the men lived for a few weeks each year in Honduras, at the homes of people whose names they had been given. They were different people each time, cousins of acquaintances of men who knew these men by other names. At each place they stopped for food or rest, they would meet other people with no names. There seemed to be an endless supply of people who would forfeit names and memory for fifty American dollars. He had met them only once before. They disgusted him then. They terrified him now. He did not expect to meet them again.

The young man drew in the sweet smoke, laid his head back, and thought of his sister. The last time he had seen her, she had been seven years old, dressed for Halloween as a carousel horse, in an outfit their mother had made of black tights and papier-mâché. He remembered his father saying that the young man did not need a costume to look like a freak. His mother pivoted on his father and defended him, a reflex on behalf of her cub. But the young man knew that he had disgraced her, too, as his brother, still in high school, had honored her. He had failed to finish high school. His brother brought home trophies and fine grades. His own experiments with drugs and drunkenness had nearly put him in jail and cost his father considerable money and even more shame among his circle of wealthy friends. He did not like sports. After the time for playing baseball in the park was over, he had turned to quieter things. His mother had not minded, but his father spoke of him as a quitter. To the young man, the handsome, rough boys with their wide red mouths were embarrassing, almost frightening. He was not like the sons of his father's friends. Long ago, they had gone off to Brown or Michigan State. His brother would go to a fine college one day also. Still, his brother did love him. And his mother loved him no less than she loved his brother. His mother thought he would come out of the ways he had never expected to go.

The young man sometimes believed this, too.

His thinking of it was interrupted when Ernesto said something conspiratorial to Carlo about offering a puff of their smoke to the owner of Bonita. This amused Carlo so much that he deliberately fell over on his back, laughing as only a servile man can, like a dog performing for its master. Carlo was stupid, which the young man did not believe made him any less dangerous than Ernesto.

The owner of the little yola sat some distance away with his back also propped against a large rock. He made no comment on Ernesto's offer because he was dead.

Like a rare heron displaced from her environment, Olivia Montefalco high-stepped regally into the heat and blare of O'Hare International Airport. Though it was June, she wore a white wool suit with her high-heeled white sandals and huge diamond- stippled sunglasses. Those she passed were certain they had seen her before, perhaps in a magazine photograph. They fell back to make way. A grandmother rushing to meet her daughter for the Sunjet to Vegas thought that Olivia was that actress, the one from that movie about the artist whose boyfriend was a ghost ...? It had been a sweet movie, without all the sex, sex, sex. She had short hair, like Olivia's. A pilot who jumped down from a hotel shuttle-a little too athletically, but in a way he hoped would impress the flight attendants-was sure this woman had been on a charter he'd once flown to Crete. Unlike the gambling grandmother, he was correct.

Oblivious to the stares from fellow travelers and haggard morning smokers, Olivia stood on her toes and scanned the ranks of limousines, SUVs, and police cars. Where was that huge thing Tracy drove? The last time she'd seen it, it had been filled to exhaustion by Cammie and about a dozen of her soccer mates, all chittering and smelling of sweaty socks. Olivia was amazed that Tracy could work full-time and cook for Jim and visit her parents and send letters and coach soccer as well. Perhaps now that Cammie was grown, she had a different car.

Two skycaps trailed behind Olivia, like yoked oxen straining to push the teetering towers of Olivia's turquoise Henk van de Meene luggage. Olivia stuffed their hands with crumpled wads of dollar bills and gave them a smile so candent that they felt something more than a tip had been bestowed. Olivia had shipped most of her belongings, but the bits and essentials that comforted her after twenty years in Italy came with her, in fourteen matching pieces.

Olivia bit her lip-a gesture that, when she was married to Franco, guaranteed jewelry within days-and wondered if Tracy had forgotten her. Olivia hadn't written for months and months, not since Tracy's flurry of phone calls and offerings of help during Franco's illness. She didn't wonder if being left at the airport would serve her right. That was the kind of pondering that Olivia censored.

With a sure hand and her cousin Janis riding shotgun, Tracy piloted her huge van around the arrivals tier.

"There she is! There's Olivia! Behind that weird luggage!" Holly Solvig shrieked from the backseat. "Wonder how much extra that cost! I've never seen someone with so much baggage!"

"We already knew that," Janis said dryly.

Tracy remonstrated softly, "Jan. Hols. Come on. If it is Olivia, it's Olivia. You knew she was wealthy. What I hope is that I have the right airline and the right day."

Olivia had returned to the United States only twice in twenty years, once for her brother's wedding, once for her father's funeral. Each time Holly and Tracy had come to fetch her, the encounter had been the same: Olivia changed her entire appearance the way other women changed the color of their nail polish. But since neither Holly nor Tracy ever changed, she never failed to recognize them; and she did not now.

"I told you it was her, Trace," Holly repeated triumphantly. "Look, she sees us! She's giving the Godmother wave." Tracy glanced back, nearly colliding with a Saab. It was their wave, the American Sign Language letter y, an extended forefinger and thumb. "Look at those sunglasses. She looks like Mario SanGiaccamo's mother at the country club pool in 1970! She's Westbrookian all over! Now it's going to take a half hour to come back around again to get her!" Holly felt like a fool, a forty-two-year-old woman making the "y" sign out the back window of a van. She tried to cover by making other ASL signs she'd picked up over the years at the hospital, those for "Not true" and "Talk to me," so onlookers might think she actually was talking to someone who was deaf.

"No way!" Janis cried now. "Whoever that woman is, she's at least ten years younger than we are!" Suddenly, all three women, as if each heard a gunshot at the starting line, covertly found something reflective in the car and began the kind of inventory reserved for buying a bathing suit. Each was thinking variations on the same theme: If this was their old friend, then her appearance was more magical than surgical.

"But it is so too her!" Holly insisted, reverting to adolescent language now, up on her knees and peering out the back window. "That's Olivia Seno, the Duchess Montefalco-"

"It's countess," Tracy corrected her. "And you haven't seen her in eight years, Hols."

"She could be the Count of Monte Crisco for all I know," Holly said. "All I know is, she's trying to get you to back up!"

Abruptly, Tracy braked and, through sheer General Motors muscle, with Holly yelling, "There's a very sick woman back there! We need to get her to help! Move!" backed her van through a bleating horde of protesting vehicles toward Olivia. She jumped up and wrinkled her nose in delight. The rest of them smiled with various degrees of moxie. Olivia's shiny appearance, like an advertisement for the benefits of folic acid, made all of them aware of their damp armpits and Thursday morning hair, Jan's and Tracy's yoga pants and Holly's cutoffs, so tight that she would have dislocated her thumb trying to put her hand into the pocket.

Twenty-five years ago, the four of them had been inseparable, a fighting unit with black fishnet stockings under their navy plaid school uniforms, imitation black leather jackets from J. C. Penney thrown over their shoulders. Unholy innocents, they'd stalked the halls of St. Ursula High, cracking gum and cracking wise. Tough girls who'd never thrown a punch, they posed as scofflaws but never missed their curfews. Twenty-five years ago, they'd baptized themselves the Godmothers (in homage to the movie everyone had seen at least ten times). Even Holly-who, unlike the others, didn't have a drop of Italian blood-had to dye her naturally flaxen hair to the color and texture of a witch's hat. In ninth grade, they'd run a double-D cup up the flagpole. They'd watched from their third-floor math class as Sister Mary Vincent fought the March wind to pull it down, without allowing the flags of the order and the United States to touch the ground, because the janitor, a meek man called Vili, was too abashed to touch it. In tenth grade, once Janis and Tracy had their driver's licenses and Saturday night use of their grandfather's Bonneville, they'd gone to Benny's Beef to pick up rough, bright boys from Fenton High and go parking in the delivery lot behind the golf course, four couples on two leather bench seats. On a dare, they'd drunk whiskey Janis had pilfered from behind the bar at her father's steakhouse as they'd sat on Alphonse Capone's grave in Holy Innocents Cemetery. In eleventh grade, they'd sprayed across the principal's parking space, "We're the crew that brought the brew to the roof of St. U!" By senior year, Olivia was so madly involved with a college boy from Loyola that Tracy got horrible hives, scoring her arms into tracks of welts, because she needed to do both her and Livy's term papers for Honors English and civ. Then the Loyola boy fell for Anna Kruchenko, and Olivia used scissors from art class to cut off Anna's twenty-inch braid a week before prom.

A week after prom, Olivia's mother had a hysterectomy. While the adult women murmured darkly of "C-A," Olivia came to live at Tracy's house for a month, during which Olivia lost twenty pounds, opening huge hollows under the cheekbones that framed her huge eyes. Girls back then wore five, seven, and nine-not two and four. Plu-skinny as rote was not yet ordained. But Olivia's wraithlike beauty drove boys to fight over her like rutting elk, sometimes on the sidewalk in front of Tracy's house. And though Livy had almost never again allowed herself to be anything but concave, she confessed to Tracy that she had made a holy vow to eat nothing but bread if her mother would live, that she had been shoveling peas and pork chops into her table napkin every night. Those nights had been the only time Tracy had ever seen Olivia cry. She had not cried even in the hospital in Florence.

Their principal, Mother Bernard, had to explain to her young sisters (and there were young nuns then, though fewer each year) that there were two kinds of bad girls. One kind did not possess the DNA to turn out bad, and one kind did. The Godmothers were the former. They would grow up to be teachers, parents, and professionals. Perhaps one of them would even have a vocation.

The young nuns prayed that if one of them did, she'd be a Benedictine and cloistered for life.

But in everything but this one matter, Mother Bernard had been exactly correct. Holly was a nurse and the mother of twins. Janis stayed home with her two daughters until they reached high school age and was only now resuscitating her event-planning business, which she ran from home. Tracy taught gym classes in the gym where she'd learned to play basketball. And Olivia! Olivia had made of herself something remarkable, although only by dint of looks and luck. When they spoke of Olivia, it was always Holly who pointed out that Olivia had not discovered radium, she had simply married up.

Still, despite Holly's protests, it was true: The others' lives had been cut from a single pattern-different only because one might have chosen short sleeves, another a scooped neck.

They'd all grown up in Westbrook, a bumper suburb on the hip of Chicago that Holly once called the town without a soul.

All their parents were ten-minute immigrants from the west side, with nothing but blue-collar grit and the best intentions for their children. Janis's father built the Grub Steak and threw in on founding a golf club even before he and the other town fathers got around to building their own church. All the girls were bused to St. Ursula in Belleview one town over, all the boys to Fenton in Parkside. An elementary school was built the second year that Westbrook was incorporated. But no one would have considered anything but parochial school for his or her children.

Janis's and Tracy's fathers were brothers who'd married cousins. Among the two families' six children, Janis and Tracy were the only girls and were raised essentially as sisters. The eight Loccario grandchildren still celebrated their birthdays at Tony's restaurant, the Grub Steak. After a martini, he would recall for them when Westbrook had no strip malls or coffee joints: It was a cluster of houses surrounded by forlorn prairie, with distant moans and grumbles from the freight trains that rattled the china in everyone's hutch and the bewildered hoots of owls perched on bulldozers. There were prairie fires and muskrat. Janis always said Grandpa made the children believe they'd been pioneers in North Dakota.

When the time came, Tracy went to Champaign on a basketball scholarship. Janis went to Triton Junior College and toyed with marketing, as well as with every boy in a twenty-mile radius. Janis was so winsome with her thick auburn blunt cut and her perky rear end that Tracy couldn't believe they'd come from the same gene pool. Janis turned Dave on and off like a faucet until, in dental school, he made a play for a sassy classmate.

Rapidly, Janis had given her hand but, unlike Tracy, not her last name. Dave's surname was Chawson. "It might be dental," Janis opined, "but it's not musical." Olivia, meanwhile, had turned a junior-year-abroad romance in Italy into a romance. Even the ending had been appropriately tragic, hence Livy's triste return to her homeland.

"She's going to have to sit on my lap if we're going to fit that stuff in here," Holly groused as Olivia began the prodigious task of overseeing the loading of her luggage. Put that there-no, no, that has glass in it-on top, that's right....

"At least you won't feel her," Janis said. "Do you think she weighs a hundred pounds?"

"Why are we taking her on a cruise?" Holly asked sotto voce.

As only a teacher could do, Tracy gave Holly the Look. She whispered, "Because she's a widow, and we love her, and for your information, she paid for everything except the airfare! Be nice!"

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2009

    Great story but lousy ending

    It is the only book by this author that I would never read again. The plot was good and the story very well written but the ending sucked.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2008

    Wish I had read it sooner

    I had purchased this book several months ago, but did not read it till just recently. It was very good! Great story, great action, great characters. I could not put the book down. It definitely is a 'summer' time read. You will enjoy this one if you like adventure and thrillers.

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  • Posted August 29, 2009

    not up to Mitchard's normal standard

    I am a fan of the author and this was disappointing; more of an outline needing filling in than the complex work I expected. I like it least of all her books.

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  • Posted August 1, 2009

    Chick Trip! Ladies take secluded boat trip to escape..and barely escape with their lives!

    Excellent story of long time friends who join for a secluded boat trip. The personalities and drama are believable and the plot is one that moves with the ocean flow.Characters become so real one easily relates to their experiences. Mitchard's talent is a joy for readers!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2007

    A reviewer

    As a long time admirer of excellent writers, Jacquelyn Mitchard is high on my list. Take time to rest, relax and rejuvenate with Still Summer by Jacquelyn Mitchard. till Summer by Jacquelyn Mitchard Grand Central Publishing '2007' Talking with the author of the Oprah Book Club¿s first book 'Deep End of the Ocean' was a delightful life experience for me. True to the synchronicity of life, I had recently watched the film, Deep End of the Ocean, adapted from Jacquelyn Mitchard¿s novel. Her website jackiemitchard is commemorating the publication of her first novel of suspense 'Still Summer' with a contest, which is asking readers to send her two lines about their worst vacation ever, and I felt this would be interesting for the readers and listeners of The Valder Beebe Show. With myself being a reformed vacation workaholic 'I take my cell phone, books to review, reports to read -- whew!', I felt the contest followed by an interview with the author would be fun. The interview and the book turned out to be much more that I would have ever envisioned. Ms. Mitchard, warm and soft-spoken with joy in her voice, talked smoothly about her book as I asked about her worst vacation. I then informed her that I did not have a worst-vacation story to contribute, but I bet my family had tales of me, the reformed vacation workaholic. What about your worst vacation tales?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 19, 2007

    Loved Her previous Books

    I started to read this book with great anticipation as I have really enjoyed the authors previous books.I was very dissapointed.I felt the story was hard to get into and lost my interest even though I kept reading hoping it would get better. The character development seemed lacking in substance and the plot kept jumping around making it hard to follow.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2007

    A Page Turner

    This was a great book. I loved the story about 4 women shipwrecked in the Caribbean w/o food or much water and modern day pirates. Even though the action really didn't happen til around page 100, the first section of the book was still good in setting up the characters background. I highly recommend this book--especially for book clubs.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2007

    A GREAT READ

    I knew I would like this book when I first read about it but didn't realize I would not be able to put it down. It grabs you from the very beginning and holds you till the last page. GOOD GOOD BOOK

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2007

    AN EXEMPLARY NARRATION

    There are story tellers and there are story tellers. And then there is Jackie Mitchard who first captured millions with her debut novel The Deep End of The Ocean. (The first Oprah pick!) Who could forget the poignant story of a mother who loses her young son? Mitchard followed her initial success with almost a dozen novels for adults, young adults, and children - each penetrating, thought provoking in its own way, usually dealing with human drama or dilemma. Drama takes center stage in Still Summer, a story of friendship, the camaraderie and affection shared by three women- Tracy, Olivia, and Holly. They were an inseparable trio in high school and that closeness has stood the test of time. Some twenty years later Olivia is a widow, having lost her well-to-do Italian husband. As Olivia arrives in the United States, we hear: 'Two skycaps trailed behind Olivia, like yoked oxen straining to push the teetering towers of Olivia's turquoise Henk van de Meene luggage. Olivia stuffed their hands with crumpled wads of dollar bills and gave them a smile so candent that they felt something more than a tip had been bestowed..' She has that effect on people. So, for that reason and others she was and is the leader of the group. Olivia wants to be with her friends again, suggesting a get-together, a luxurious one on a sailboat navigating the Caribbean. They do just that, including Tracy's 19-year-old daughter, Camille or Cammie. The boat's crew consists of a captain and his young mate. It's not a great surprise that Cammie and the mate are attracted to each other. The shocker is a sudden storm that leaves the boat without power, sail or radio. And, perhaps worst of all without a crew. Thus, the women are left bobbing in shark infested waters at the mercy of a burning sun, and modern pirates. Mitchard comes to the fore as she documents their days adrift, skillfully revealing how much or how little friendship can mean when lives are in the balance. This mixture of revealed emotions and suspense makes for high drama as each woman faces the ultimate danger in her own way. Narrating this tale, embracing a variety of voices would be a challenge for most voice performers, but not for Susan Ericksen who is more than successful in reflecting each character as she copes or combats or both. An actress who has recorded more than 100 audiobooks, Ericksen has a clear, distinct voice that makes her presentation more than enjoyable. - Gail Cooke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2007

    I couldn't put it down !

    Author Jacquelyn Mitchard has once again written a superlative novel. STILL SUMMER is a realistic story of friendships - those that are imagined as 'never-ending' and true by a high school foursome, those that ARE enduring, although changed by time and life experiences, those between a mother and daughter, endlessly shifting, losing footing, and then finding balance once more, and, at it's conclusion, those felt so deeply within one's heart. As high school friends, Olivia, Holly, Janis and Tracy were popular and formidable as they ran riot and pulled pranks at the Catholic school they attended. They thought they were untouchable, but as the years passed, life changed their playing fields. Some of them got married, some had children. There were problems and victories, sadness and joy. Olivia married into wealth, while the other girls joined suburbia. When Olivia's husband dies, they plan a Caribbean getaway, and when a family emergency causes Janis to drop out, Tracy's daughter Cammie takes her place. A carefree vacation turns into an adventure and then becomes an unimaginable nightmare. Ms. Mitchard's writing is always a joy to read. Her words are like lyrics and sometimes I re-read certain passages, just to savor them. Her conversations between characters are so realistic, at times you may feel you've been eavesdropping. STILL SUMMER will draw you in, and keep you turning pages, long into the night. It is exciting, and harrowing, heartrending and emotional. The women here are all very real, and, at times, it becomes painful to read. You will be exhausted, you will be spent, but I guarantee you will be satisfied after reading this genuinely good book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2007

    A good read

    This was a great summer read. An unusual combination of female relationships and action/adventure. I loved the story, the characters, the ending, everything... I will say it took me a chapter or so to really get into- and for much of it I thought maybe the relationships and conflicts were a bit shallow, but a couple of twists toward the end made me really appreciate the interactions.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    The fab four have been close friends since they met in high school twenty years ago. Thus when wealthy widow Olivia invites Holly, Tracy and Janis to join her on a luxurious Caribbean cruise at her expense, they jump at the chance to get together.----------- However, Janis has to drop out when her husband becomes ill taking her place since it is already paid for is Tracy's nineteen year old daughter Cammie. The four females are having a great time until a storm hammers their vessel with their only two crewmembers vanishing and their ship drifting. They soon appear rescued when another ship arrives, but the four females quickly realize that instead they are fighting for their lives from the sea, from their ¿rescuers¿, and Bone Island.-------------- Although an exciting at sea tale, it is the bonds of friendship between the four ¿sisters¿ automatically bestowed on the next generation that makes STILL SUMMER a fabulous quite different type of thriller. Each of the three friends and the one daughter who go on the ill fated tour are unique personalities even Janis who stays home and thus not quite as developed as the others is inimitably different. Jacquelyn Mitchard provides a strong female buddy tale as these comrades in arms battle adversaries for survival.------------- Harriet Klausner

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