The Summer Hideaway (Lakeshore Chronicles Series #7)

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Susan Wiggs wrote her way into readers' hearts with stories of every woman's hopes and dreams. Now she returns with a touching tale of secrets and sacrifice, loss and redemption…and a love too powerful to be denied.

Never get attached—Private nurse and protected witness Claire Turner lives by this motto. Fleeing a treacherous past, she knows no other way.

Never give up—In the twilight of his life, George Bellamy makes it his final wish to ...

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Susan Wiggs wrote her way into readers' hearts with stories of every woman's hopes and dreams. Now she returns with a touching tale of secrets and sacrifice, loss and redemption…and a love too powerful to be denied.

Never get attached—Private nurse and protected witness Claire Turner lives by this motto. Fleeing a treacherous past, she knows no other way.

Never give up—In the twilight of his life, George Bellamy makes it his final wish to reconcile with an estranged brother. He and Claire journey to Willow Lake—where it all went wrong for him fifty years ago.

Never let go—George's grandson Ross is ruled by a fierce devotion to family and a deep mistrust of the mysterious Claire…yet sparks fly whenever she's near. In the face of wrenching loss, amid the enchantment of Willow Lake, Ross and Claire dare to risk everything for love.

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"An emotionally gripping tale centered on family. Wiggs is back in top form."


"Wiggs's talent is reflected in her thoroughly believable characters as well as the way she recognizes the importance of family by blood or other ties. Highly recommended."

-Library Journal

"Wiggs is one of our best observers of stories of the heart. She knows how to capture emotion on virtually every page of every book." --Salem Statesman-Journal

"Susan Wiggs paints the details of human relationships with the finesse of a master." --Jodi Picoult

"Susan Wiggs writes with bright assurance, humor and compassion." --Luanne Rice

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778327998
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 2/23/2010
  • Series: Lakeshore Chronicles Series, #7
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 421
  • Sales rank: 388,587
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Susan Wiggs is the author of many beloved bestsellers, including the popular Lakeshore Chronicles series. She has won many awards for her work, including a RITA from Romance Writers of America. Visit her website at
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Ulster County, New York

For a dying man, George Bellamy struck Claire as a fairly cheerful old guy. The dumbest show she'd ever heard was playing on the car radio, a chat hour called "Hootenanny," and George found it hilarious. He had a distinctive, infectious laugh that seemed to emanate from an invisible center and radiate outward. It started as a soft vibration, then crescendoed to a sound of pure happiness. And it wasn't just the radio show. George had recently received word that his grandson was coming home from the war in Afghanistan, and that added to his cheerfulness. He anticipated a reunion any day now.

Very soon, she hoped, for both their sakes.

"I can't wait to see Ross," said George. "He's my grandson. He's just been discharged from the army, and he's supposed to be on his way back."

"I'm sure he'll come to see you straightaway," she assured him, pretending he had not just told her this an hour ago.

The springtime foliage blurred past in a smear of color—the pale green of leaves unfurling, the yellow trumpets of daffodils, the lavish purples and pinks of roadside wildflowers.

She wondered if he was thinking about the fact that this would be his last springtime. Sometimes her patients' sadness over such things, the finality of it all, was unbearable. For now, George's expression was free of pain or stress. Although they'd only just met, she sensed he was going to be one of her more pleasant patients.

In his stylish pressed slacks and golf shirt, he looked like any well-heeled gentleman heading away from the city for a few weeks. Now that he'd ceased all treatment, his hair was coming back in a glossy snow-white. At the moment, his coloring was very good.

As a private-duty nurse specializing in palliative care for the terminally ill, she met all kinds of people—and their families. Though her focus was the patient, he always came with a whole host of relatives. She hadn't met any of George's family yet; his sons and their families lived far away. For the time being, it was just her and George.

He seemed very focused and determined at the moment. And thus far, he reported that he was pain free.

She indicated the notebook he held in his lap, its pages covered with old-fashioned spidery handwriting. "You've been busy."

"I've been making a list of things to do. Is that a good idea?" he asked her.

"I think it's a great idea, George. Everybody keeps a list of things they need to do, but most of us just keep it up here." She tapped her temple.

"I don't trust my own head these days," he admitted, an oblique reference to his condition—glioblastoma multiforme, a heartlessly fatal cancer. "So I've taken to writing everything down." He flipped through the pages of the book. "It's a long list," he said, almost apologetically. "We might not get to everything."

"All we can do is the best we can. I'll help you," she said. "That's what I'm here for." She scanned the road ahead, unused to rural highways. To a girl from the exhausted midurban places of Jersey and the sooty bustle of Manhattan, the forest-clad hills and rocky ridges of the Ulster County highlands resembled an alien landscape. "It's not such a bad idea to have too many things to do," she added. "That way, you'll never get bored."

He chuckled. "In that case, we're in for a busy summer."

"We're in for whatever summer you want."

He sighed, flipping the pages. "I wish I'd thought about these things before I knew I was dying."

"We're all dying," she reminded him.

"And how the devil did I luck into a home health care worker with such a sunny disposition?"

"I bet a sunny disposition would drive you crazy." Although she and George were new to each other, she had a gift for reading people quickly. For her, it was a key survival skill. Misreading a person had once forced Claire to change every aspect of her life.

George Bellamy struck her as circumspect and well-read. Yet he had an air of loneliness, and he was seeking…something. She hadn't discovered precisely what it was. She didn't know a lot about him yet. He was a retired international news correspondent of some renown. He'd spent most of his adult years living in Paris and traveling the globe. Yet now at the end of his life, he wanted to journey to a place far different fromthe world's capitals.

Lives came to an end with as much variety as they were lived—some quietly, some with drama and fanfare, some with a sense of closure, and far too many with regrets. They were the slow poison that killed the things that brought a person joy. It was amazing to her to observe the way a generally happy, successful life could be taken apart by a few regrets. She hoped George's searching journey would be to a place of acceptance.

Those who were uninitiated in her area of care seemed to think that the dying knew the answers to the big questions, that they were wiser or more spiritual or somehow deeper than the living. This, Claire had learned, was a myth. Terminally ill patients came in all stripes—wise, foolish, filled with happiness or despair, logical, loony, fearful…in fact, the dying were very much like the living. They just had a shorter expiration date. And more physical challenges.

The countryside turned even prettier and more bucolic as they wended their way northwest toward the Catskills Wilderness, a vast preserve of river-fed hills and forests. After a time, they approached their target destination, marked by a rustic sign that read, Welcome To Avalon. A Small Town With A Big Heart.

Her grip tightened almost imperceptibly on the steering wheel. She'd never lived in a small town before. The idea of joining an intimate, close-knit community—even temporarily—made Claire feel exposed and vulnerable. Not that she was paranoid, or—wait, she was. But she had her reasons.

There was no place that ever felt truly safe to her. The early days with her mother, even before all the trouble started, had been fraught with unpredictability and insecurity. Her mother had been a teenage runaway. She wasn't a bad person, but a bad addict, shot during a drug deal gone wrong on Newark's South Orange Avenue and leaving behind a quiet ten-year-old daughter.

Her life was transformed by the foster care system. Not many would say that, but in this instance, it was entirely true. Her caseworker, Sherri Burke, made sure she was placed with the best foster families in the system. Experiencing family life for the first time, she inhaled the lessons of life from people who cared. She learned what it was like to be a part of something larger and deeper than herself.

To appreciate the blessings of a family, all she had to do was watch. It was everywhere—in the look in a woman's eyes when her husband walked through the door. In the touch of a mother's hand on a child's feverish brow. In the laughter of sisters, sharing a joke, or the protective stance of a brother, watching out for his siblings. A family was a safety net, cushioning a fall. An invisible shield, softening a blow.

She dared to dream of a better life—a love of her own, a family. Kids. A life filled with all the things that made people smile and feel a cushion of comfort when they were sad or hurting or afraid.

This can be yours was the promise of the system, when it was working as it should.

Then, at the age of seventeen, everything changed. She had witnessed a crime that forced her into hiding—from someone she had once trusted with her life. If that wasn't a rationale for paranoia, she didn't know what was.

A small town like this could be a dangerous place, especially for a person with something to hide. Anyone who read Stephen King novels knew that.

If worse came to worst, then she would simply disappear again. She was good at that.

She'd learned long ago that the witness protection programs depicted in the movies were pure fiction. A simple murder was not a federal case, so the federal witness protection program—WITSEC—was not an option for her. This was unfortunate, because the federal program, expertly administered and well-funded by the U.S. marshals, had a track record of effectively protecting witnesses without incident.

State and local programs were a different story. They were invariably underfunded. Taxpayers didn't relish spending their money on these programs. The majority of informants and witnesses were criminals themselves, trading information for immunity from prosecution. The total innocents, such as Claire had been, were a rarity. Often, witness protection consisted of a one-way bus ticket and a few weeks in a motor court. After that, the witness was on her own. And for a witness like Claire, whose situation was so dangerous she couldn't even trust the police, sometimes the only ally was luck.

Now the families she had been a part of so briefly seemed like a dream, or a life that had happened to someone else. She used to believe she'd have a family of her own one day, but now that was out of her reach. Yes, she could fall in love, have a relationship, kids, even. But why would she do that? Why would she create something in her life to love, only to expose it to the threat of being found out? So here she was, trapped into an existence on the fringes of other people's families. She tried so hard to make it work for her, and sometimes it did. Other times, she felt as though she was drifting away, like a leaf on the wind.

"Almost there," she said to George, noting the distance tracker on the GPS.

"Excellent. The journey is so much shorter than it seemed to me when I was a boy. Back then, everyone took the train."

George had not explained to her exactly why he had decided to spend his final time in this particular place, nor had he told her why he was making the trip alone. She knew he would reveal it in due course.

People's end-of-life experiences often involved a journey, and it was usually to a place they were intimately connected with. Sometimes it was where their story began, or where a turning point in life occurred. It might be a search for comfort and safety. Other times it was just the opposite; a place where there was unfinished business to be dealt with. What this sleepy town by Willow Lake was to George Bellamy remained to be seen.

The road followed the contours of a burbling tree-shaded stream marked the Schuyler River, its old Dutch spelling as quaint as the covered bridge she could see in the distance. "I can't believe there's a covered bridge. I've never seen one before, except in pictures."

"It's been there for as long as I can remember," George said, leaning slightly forward.

Claire studied the structure, simple and nostalgic as an old song, with its barn-red paint and wood-shingled roof. She accelerated, curious about the town that seemed to mean so much to her client. This might turn out to be a good assignment for her. It might even be a place that actually felt safe for once.

No sooner had the thought occurred to her than a blue-white flash of light battered the van's rearview mirror. A split second later came the warning blip of a siren.

Claire felt a sudden frost come over her. The tips of her fingernails chilled and all the color drained from her face; she could feel the old terror coming on with sudden swiftness. She battled a mad impulse to floor the accelerator and race away in the cumbersome van.

George must have read her mind—or her body language. "A car chase is not on my list," he said.

"What?" Flushed and sweating, she eased her foot off the accelerator.

"A car chase," he said, enunciating clearly. "Not on my list. I can die happy without the car chase."

"I'm totally pulling over," she said. "Do you see me pulling over?" She hoped he couldn't detect the tremor in her voice.

"There's a tremor in your voice," he said.

"Getting pulled over makes me nervous," she said. Understatement. Her throat and chest felt tight; her heart was racing. She knew the clinical term for her condition, but it was the layman's expression she offered George. "Kind of freaks me out." She stopped on the gravel verge and put the van in Park.

"I can see that." George calmly drew a monogrammed gold money clip from his pocket. It was filled with neatly folded bills.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, momentarily forgetting her anxiety.

"I suspect he'll be looking for a bribe. Common practice in third world countries."

"We're not in a third world country. I know it might not seem like it, but we're still in New York."

The patrol car, black and shiny as a jelly bean, kept its lights running, signaling to all passersby that a criminal was being apprehended.

"Put that away," she ordered George.

He did so with a shrug. "I could call my lawyer," he suggested.

"I'd say that's premature." She studied the police car through the van's side mirror. "What is taking so long?"

"He—or she—is looking up the vehicle records to see if there's been an alert on it."

"And why would there be an alert?" she asked. The van had been leased in George's name with Claire listed as an authorized driver.

Yet something about his expression put her on edge. She glanced from the mirror to her passenger. "George," she said in a warning voice.

"Let's just hear the officer out," he said. "Then you can yell at me."

The approaching cop, even viewed through the side mirror, stirred a peculiar dread in Claire. The crisp uniform and silvered sunglass lenses, the clean-shaven square jaw and polished boots all made her want to cringe.

"License and registration," he said. It was not a barked order but a calm imperative.

Her fingers felt bloodless as she handed over her driver's license. Although it was entirely legitimate, even down to the reflective watermark and the organ donor information on the back, she held her breath as the cop scrutinized it. He wore a badge identifying him as Rayburn Tolley, Avalon PD. George passed her the folder containing the van's rental documents, and she handed that over, too.

Claire bit the inside of her lip and wished she hadn't come here. This was a mistake.

"What's the trouble?" she asked Officer Tolley, dismayed by the nervousness in her voice. No matter how much time had passed, no matter how often she exposed herself to cops, she could never get past her fear of them. Sometimes even a school crossing guard struck terror in her.

He scowled pointedly at her hand, which was trembling. "You tell me."

"I'm nervous," she admitted. She had learned over the years to tell the truth whenever possible. It made the lies easier. "Call me crazy, but it makes me nervous when I get pulled over."

"Ma'am, you were speeding."

"Was I? Sorry, Officer. I didn't notice."

"Where are you headed?" he demanded.

"To a place called Camp Kioga, on Willow Lake," said George, "and if she was speeding, the fault is mine. I'm impatient, not to mention a distraction."

Officer Tolley bent slightly and peered across the front seat to the passenger side. "And you are…?"

"Beginning to feel harassed by you." George sounded righteously indignant.

"You wouldn't happen to be George Bellamy, would you?" asked Tolley.

"Indeed I am," George said, "but how did you—"

"In that case, ma'am," the cop said, returning his attention to Claire, "I need to ask you to step out of the vehicle. Keep your hands where I can see them."

Her heart seized up. It was a moment she had dreaded since the day she'd realized she was a hunted woman. The beginning of the end. Her mind raced, although she moved like a mechanical wooden doll. Should she submit to him? Make a break for it?

"See here now," George said. "I would like to know why you're so preoccupied with us."

"George, the man's doing his job," said Claire, hoping that would mollify the cop. She motioned for him to sit tight and did as she was told, stepping down awkwardly, using the door handle to steady herself.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2014


    Why does this book have a publish date of 2014 when i am readind reviews from 2011?????
    As e- readers, we are at a disadvantage in that we can't look in the back of the book for the date it was really published.
    The overview of the book should include the re-issue date along with original date.
    And also, they should include number of pages instead of MB and KB? That info is not useful.
    I do all my readind on my Nook so I buy hundreds of books. Please give us the same info as if we were holding the book.
    After all, we pay the same as if it were a paper book.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 29, 2010

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    Summer Hideaway is an exceptional read

    Welcome to Avalon New York, home to Susan Wiggs' famous and sometimes infamous Bellamy family, in this installation we find a whole new branch of the Bellamy tree. George Bellamy has lived a long life and has regrets and now that his time is nearing the end he's decided that it's time to put things to right. Claire Turner has secrets, secrets that could kill if revealed and so she's lived a life of solitude and service as a private nurse caring for the terminally ill. Ross Bellamy returns from the war zone of Afghanistan to find his grandfather dying. Claire and Ross are fighting a powerful attraction to each other both for different reasons and as George tries to match make watch out for the fireworks because even though these two might be perfect for each other, convincing them of that is another story..
    There is no better storyteller than Susan Wiggs and when she uses that talent to further our journey with the Bellamy family, well, there's just no words to describe it, but I'll try. Susan has a way with words that puts her readers right on the page with the characters, you feel a part of the story as you meet and greet each of the cast members. And what a group of characters it is. The family is as large and larger than life then you could imagine and yet they are each so memorable in their own right. Let's take her double heros of this story, George and Ross Bellamy grandfather and grandson who's characters will make you weep with worry with joy and with empathy. Then there's our heroine Claire Turner, who's character you will feel emotions for all over the board. Then we have her supporting cast of characters that include most of the Bellamy clan. Susan will literally pull you into her story with her dialogue, it will amaze you how intricate her details become and while you're reading the story comes together seamlessly. Her story line is an ongoing portrait of the Bellamy family and it amazes me how fresh she can make each installation while keeping us up to date on the members she's previously headlined. Her love story is as always complicated and at times frustrating to her fans who know the right moves and unfortunately can't convey that to the characters in the novel. Her love scenes are vivid and sensual and spicy and yet you see the innocence in them as well.
    Summer Hideaway is another example of what an amazing talent Susan Wiggs is. There is no author I know of who can write a family biography with such finesse and tenderness. This novel could very well stand up by it self, but to get all the nitty gritty details of the histories of the Bellamy Family start from the beginning of the series, you won't be sorry you did.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2010

    Another good Lakeshore Chronicles story

    All of this series has provided enjoyable reads, this one included, maybe especially this one. I suppose this was somewhat predictable, but I enjoyed the story so much, it didn't matter.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 17, 2010

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    I Also Recommend:

    The Summer Hideaway by Susan Wiggs

    The Lakeshore Chronicles

    George Bellamy finds that his brain tumor has become inoperable and untreatable without a great deal of pain, so he decides to stop treatment and live his remaining days enjoying life. He has made a list of all the things he want to do before he dies and that means traveling back to Willow Lake and Camp Kioga. He hires a private nurse and sets out on his way.

    Meanwhile, George's grandson, Ross is returning home from Afghanistan as he has completed his tour of duty and the whole family is counting on him to "talk sense" to his grandfather and get him to return home for treatment. When he reaches Camp Kioga and talks to his grandfather, Claire the nurse and reviews his grandfather's medical reports, even talks to some doctors after a trip to the emergency room for George, he realizes he has to bend to his grandfather's wishes.

    One of the first things George wants to do is reunite with a brother he has not seen in 55 years, then he also wants to skydive, ride a Harley, and have a big family reunion. As Claire and Ross work together to make everything happen they grow closer and closer, (something that was also on George's list.) but her past keeps holding her back.

    Yes this story was a little predictable but there were some surprises too. Susan Wiggs is one of the best current day storytellers around. She weaves the words so wonderfully and takes us right into the story. The flashback parts of the story are truly a treasure. There are so many characters that have come from all the books in the series and most where present for the family reunion and it is no small task to keep them all fresh, and remind us of their history. If you have read the other books in this series this is a family you want to read this and find out what is going to happen next at Willow Lake.

    As a side note, the covers on the books in this series are fabulous.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 3, 2010

    Best book in the Lakeshore Chronicles Series!

    This is the absolute best book in the Lakeshore Chronicle Series. The Summer Hideaway is a wonderfully written book about George Bellamy, who has lost his battle with cancer and chooses to spend his last days making peace with his life, hopes, dreams and family. His nurse, Claire Turner, is hiding from her past but learning from George about what's important in life and what isn't. Ross Bellamy, just back from the war in Afghanistan, learns that his grandfather is dying of cancer and while coming to terms with what will be his greatest loss also learns about what's most important in life. The characters were well developed and their stories blend so well together. Susan Wiggs did an excellent job of writing a book about family and love. This is truly the best book in the series!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2015

    Highly recommended

    Great series. Lots of emotion.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2014

    Pretty Good!

    Intruiging. I am just confused on how this 'girl' thought 'he' was a boy his whole life. I mean, he did look at mirror, didn't he? [Or her, this is getting confusing...] Please try for better grammar. Thanks!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2014

    its good

    Write more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2014

    Electriceflare's story: gender bender

    Hi, My name is maxine, and I have a secret to share with you... I'm actually a boy. Don't think I did one of those s<_>ex changes or anything. But it is a type of disease that rarley anyone gets. I'm a boy trapped in a girls body. But I didn't know until my fourth day of high school, on September 13 2013 on a friday. The air was warm and sweet smelling as the grass seemed to get greener and greener by the second. The sun was hot and face melting if you stood outside for way to long. The tree's were starting to turn color as fall hung in the air like a heavy cloud, ready to burst out a storm. I sat on the bus tapping my fingers along tje surface of my laptop. I looked outside watching the leaves fall from up above. I then noticed my faint reflection and snorted. 'Do I belong here? Why do I look lime that?' The thoughts swam in my head all the way to school. When we arrived, three kids that rode the bus with me groggily stepped off of the bus, as if they were zombies. I followed them off feeling excited and happy. I was going to see my crush today, thats the only reason I like going to school. Her name was Jessica halt. (Of course I thought I was a boy.) I hopped off the bus and walked in the school building. I held my back pack in my left hand to give one of the teachers a high five. I was feeling bright and sunny tnat day. I had a plan to kiss Jessica that day. I wanted it to be early in the morning so she would remember the boy who first kissed her. I rounded a corner and saw her talking to her friends. Her laugh was as sweet as an angel, and her smile was like eating a slice of pie. "Today is the day." I whispered steping closer to her. When I was within earshot I waved my hand slightly. "Hey Jess!" I called to her.
    Jessica turned to me and smiled. "Sup Maxine! Come hang with us." She said smiling wide.
    I felt a shiver go up my spine as I took hesitant steps towards her. Jessica said I was her "friend" before. I nearly died that day of happiness. Now she wanted me to go and hang with her and her friends. I stood close to her smiling and laughing to whatever she said. At one point she turned and looked at me in the eyes smiling. I caught that as a sign that she wanted to kiss me. So I leaned in and held her waiste and pulled her close to me. Then I met her lips with a soft kiss and blushed. Jessica pulled away from me, a frown crossing her face. "Dude, Maxine, You are a girl. That is super gross." She spat.
    My bright and happy smile faded away and I looked at her. "What do you mean?" I asked, my heart almost stoping. "I'm a boy." Jessica gave me the weirdest diagusted look anyone has ever given me. "Maybe you should look in a mirror again and rethink your life." Jessica said to me and walked off with her friends.
    I stood alone in the hallway, my eyes brimming with tears. I turned around and saw a group of people calling my unfriendly names and placing and "L" above their heads. I ran off crying and locked myself in one of the girl stals. Since I figured it was the most ideal place to be. I looked at my pocket mirror ignoring the poop smelling restroom. I looked at my lips and then my long brown hair. I looked at my womenly parts and gasped. "I knew I didn't belong here! I knew something was wrong with me!" I cried out throwing the mirror on the ground. It shattered into small peices, only showing parts of my girly face.
    - comment on my story! If you like it then I continue. I hope you liked it. Bye!!- * Electriceflare ;)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2014

    Starry ✧ Night

    I agree with what the below person said. How did he/she not know he was in a girl's body?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2014

    WHAT! No. Go back to first grade.

    I stopped at tree's. Its trees, not tree's. It could also be trees', if you are talking about something that applies to multiple, tree's is one tree.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2014

    Good but overlong

    The story about two people who were always in the background (Nina and Zack) was just not as interesting as all the others, dragging along at a slow pace.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2013

    Love never fails

    Ross and Claire find love while George teaches them that love never fails. Grab it while you can.

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  • Posted June 7, 2013

    Great read

    I enjoyed this book very much. Enough that I am ordering the series from the beginning.

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  • Posted January 15, 2013

    Read in January, 2013 I have enjoyed this book about a girl wh

    Read in January, 2013

    I have enjoyed this book about a girl who had witnessed double murder by a trusted adult while in the foster system. From that day on she had to disappear and learn to live on the run if need be. While her motto was not to get attached to anyone so that they will not get hurt she chose a profession that would allow for that as well - working with dying patients. When taking on another assignment she was not aware that her patient had other plans for her and his grandson. And the real story begins. Very interesting turn of events follow...

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  • Posted December 31, 2011

    Heart warming story that makes you think about life

    Have you ever had a family member with a terminal illness? If so, this story will resonate in your heart. It makes you think about all those things that you want to do knowing you're going to die in just a few months. George Bellamy left not only his legacy but his heart to his family. I loved this book! Not only did it have love, romance, laughter, but also suspense and mystery. Grab the tissues because you will cry in the end, but it's worth the read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2011

    I loved this book! It is nice to see an older person as the focus

    I like seeing an elderly person as the hero. It is heartwarming that a senior citizen wants to find romance & repair broken relationships. It brings home the fact that family really is everything.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2010

    Love it!

    I love the Lakeshore Chronicles and couldn't wait to read this one. Susan writes with an easy reading style and you are able to tie all the characters together with each book in the series. What could be better than reading about a place you only can dream of visiting. Hope there will be more to come! And what better way to escape the everyday drama of our lives!! I recommend reading the entire series and capturing the beauty of this place called Avalon and Camp Kioga.

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  • Posted March 29, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Susan Wiggs Lakeshore Chronicles Series

    I enjoy all of the Lakeshore Chronicles series so much. There's lots going on with the characters, but Susan puts it all together so well, that the reader quickly becomes involved in the story. The family members, whether they're from the past or present, are easy to remember and hard to forget. I found myself doing an online search for the real towns of the Catskills used in this series. A beautiful part of New York State and one that I miss. Delightful, loving, funny and charming all rolled into one story. Don't miss The Summer Hideaway.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2010

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    Great addition to the chronicle series

    I loved this book! It was a bit slow in the start but picked up quick. Susan Wiggs is great at pulling the reader in, I just couldn't put it down. Would recommend to any person that wants to read a heartfelt romance.

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