The Edge of Winter

The Edge of Winter

by Luanne Rice

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ISBN-13: 9780553587654
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/27/2007
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 512
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.85(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Luanne Rice is the author of twenty-five novels, most recently Last Kiss, Light of the Moon, What Matters Most, The Edge of Winter, Sandcastles, Summer of Roses, Summer’s Child, Beach Girls, and her soon-to-be-released new hardcover, The Letters, written with Joseph Monninger. She lives in New York City and Old Lyme, Connecticut.

Date of Birth:

September 25, 1955

Place of Birth:

New Britain, CT

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The Edge of Winter

By Luanne Rice

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Copyright © 2007 Luanne Rice
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ISBN: 9780739327074

Chapter One

Shane West held the flamethrower, stunned when he realized he wasn't alone. He'd come to the deserted beach to make his stand. His teachers were always saying he wasn't working up to potential, but this was just a different kind of potential.

Two girls rode by on their bikes just then-perfect but terrible timing. He recognized Mickey Halloran as she turned to stare at him, saw the fire. She looked panicked, and she must have thought he needed help, because suddenly she came charging at him on her bike. He tried to gesture "go away," but she flew at him like a two-wheeled missile, and he had to admire her for it. He knew single-minded purpose when he saw it. But just then she went into a skid and took a header over her handlebars.

Dousing the fire in a sand dune, he ran across the road, as the other girl-Jenna Carlson, he thought-jumped off her bike, ran back, and dropped to her knees next to Mickey. Shane pushed past her and crouched, leaning over to look into Mickey's eyes. He had never talked to her, but he'd noticed her around school. Her face was pretty, pale, lightly freckled; her enormous eyes were light green. Two long brown braids hung from beneath her dark blue knit cap. He could tell in one glance that it wasn't good. She had hit her head when she landed, and blood was pooling on the pavement. But her eyes were still open.

"Mickey, why'd youturn like that? Oh God!" Jenna was crying, almost hysterical.

"Don't move," Shane said to Mickey.

"They're going to move the U-boat," she said. "And they're acting like it's a public service." Her lips were blue; Shane knew she might be going into shock.

"Not if I can help it," he said.

"You were on fire," she said.

"Shhh," he said. "Pretend you didn't see that."

Her eyes rolled back, and her eyelids flickered.

"Whoa," he said, panicking. His heart accelerated, full blast. He hadn't been there for his father, but he was here now. Back then, things had gone so wrong. This time he'd make sure they went right. He stared down at the girl. They were in the same class, but different crowds. "No going to sleep. Talk to me. Your name's Mickey, right?"

"Yes, that's her name," the friend said. "And I'm Jenna, and she's right, you were holding fire in your hand. What was that?"

"Mickey, hey," Shane said, ignoring her friend. "Stay with me here. Dismantling the U-boat, taking it away? Changing the surf, and the way the beach is formed? How badly would that suck? Mickey?"

"Terrible," she said, coming back from the brink, those green eyes bright again, full of life. "Can't happen. The birds . . . snowy owl . . . need the beach the way it is . . ."

"Yeah," Shane said, thinking how sweet she looked, seeing how hard she was trying to stay alert. "And surfers need that U-boat. Birds and surfers. Fly by air, fly by sea. Come on, Mickey. Stay awake." He looked up at her friend. "We have to get her an ambulance."

"Where? How?" Jenna asked, starting to cry again. She might not know exactly what was wrong with Mickey, but she could see the blood, and like Shane she knew it was bad. She was willowy and blond, and Shane took note of her pretty powder-puff looks and hoped she could be tough right now. "We're five miles from the main road, and cell phones don't work down here," she said.

Shane had come the back way, through the frozen bog. His car was broken down, and he had no money to fix it. His mother was out of town, so he couldn't borrow hers. Besides, cars left tire marks, and any idiot with a TV had seen enough forensics shows to know that treads could be traced. So he'd fit everything he needed into his pockets, carried the rest, and come to do what needed to be done.

"I'll run for help," he said, peeling off his parka. It was old, patched in places by silver duct tape. "You keep her awake and talking no matter what-you hear me?"

"Yes," Jenna said.

"Don't move her," he said. "Not even an inch."

Mickey was trembling. As he tucked his coat around her, careful not to jostle her, Shane touched her face; it was ice cold. She gazed up at him as if he was some kind of savior. The look in her eyes caught him like a fishhook because he knew he held her life in his hands.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

Her mouth moved, but no sound came out.

"Think of that snowy owl," he said. "Just stay wide awake, and wish, and the owl will fly overhead. Just keep your eyes open so you don't miss it."

"You saw it?" Mickey managed to whisper.

"Of course," Shane said, staring into Mickey's green eyes. "Every time I surf. It's been here all winter." Then, to her friend, "Remember what I said-keep her awake."

"Okay. Hurry!" Jenna said.

Shane jumped up. "Watch for the owl," he said to Mickey, and then took off running. In another phase of his life, he'd been on the track team. His event had been the hundred-yard dash, but he wasn't a bad distance runner. Right now, although he had five miles to cover before reaching the state road, he ran as if it were a sprint-flat out, as fast as he could go.

He'd been young when his father had died, but if he could have run for help like now, he would have. Today, he knew failure was not an option. Surfing all winter, powering through the Atlantic cross-chop, kept him lean and mean, and he used the look in Mickey's eyes to make him run faster than he ever had.

He headed up the road, the dunes at his right. The thicket had thinned out here, and an icy wind blew full force off the ocean. Sand had drifted right onto the pavement; he saw the drifty remains of the girls' bike tire marks and admired them for riding down here on such a day. Hardly anyone loved this remote winter beach the way he did, not even most of his surfing buddies. They went for easy access, at the town beach. Mickey had mentioned the snowy owl. Was the bird the reason she'd come all the way out here in twenty-degree weather?

When he got to the ranger station, his stomach tightened. This wasn't going to be pretty. He saw O'Casey's green truck parked outside the low one-story building. Painted gray-blue, the color of the February sea, the ranger station blended into the sea and sky, into the beach itself.

Shane tore up the steps, into the office. O'Casey sat at his desk, dressed in his khaki uniform, glancing up over his reading glasses, looking just like the hard-ass authority figure that he was. Ex-Marine, people said. Shane wouldn't be surprised, and he thought of his mother down at Camp Lejeune. Jerks. Standing there, not wanting the ranger to see how out of breath he was, Shane glared down. He watched O'Casey tense up, his hand inching toward the desk drawer. Did he keep a sidearm in there? Jesus Christ, Semper Fi.

"What brings you back here?" O'Casey asked.

"Call 911," Shane said to his old enemy.

"What are you talking about?"

"There's a hurt girl," Shane said. "Hurry up."

All at once the ranger was on his feet. One hand reaching for the radio-static cracking, the police dispatcher taking the information as Shane relayed it: "Injured girl, bike wipeout, Beach Road, mile marker 3, near the jetty"-other hand grabbing his jacket, a bulky green government-issue job, just about as beat-up as the one Shane had left covering Mickey.

In that second, registering that Shane didn't have a coat, O'Casey thrust his at him. Shane refused to take it. He backed toward the door, hating to stand by the ranger. At six foot four, O'Casey towered over him. His shoulders were huge, but he somehow managed to look fit and trim for an old guy. His skin was weathered and lined, his hair nearly all gray. The way his eyes looked behind those reading glasses: like he'd spent most of his life either in battle or looking for one. That look sent a shiver down Shane's spine.

Locking the door behind him, O'Casey followed Shane down the steps. They climbed into the beach truck. The bench seat was cluttered up with coiled lines, binoculars, gnarly old leather gloves, and a printer's box of new Refuge Beach brochures-ready for next summer.

"What's that smell?" O'Casey asked as he backed out of the sandy lot.

Shane knew he reeked of kerosene, but he just stayed silent, staring at O'Casey. It was a combination of disbelief and dare: disbelief the ranger could ask that when a girl was lying hurt in the road up ahead, and daring him to figure out what Shane was planning next.

"You're on probation," O'Casey said. "As far as I'm concerned, they should have taken your board away."

"Just for surfing the tail end of a hurricane?" Shane asked.

"Try thinking about the rescue workers who would have had to go in after you," O'Casey said, and that shut Shane right up. He felt himself go red, as if he'd suddenly gotten a sunburn. "Mile marker 3, you said?" the ranger asked, staring down the road.

"Right there!" Shane said, pointing.

But everything was different than he'd left it. The road was empty: the broken bike had been hauled off to the side, and Mickey and Jenna sat huddled together under Shane's jacket. Shane wasn't sure he'd ever felt this relieved: she wasn't paralyzed.

Jumping out of the truck, Shane ran to her. Her brown braids and the side of her face were streaked with blood from a scrape along her hairline. Her face was nearly blue-white, and she cradled her right arm with her left hand. At the sight of Shane-or maybe the ranger-she began to cry like a very little girl.

"Let me see, sweetheart," O'Casey said, crouching down beside her, first-aid kit tucked under his elbow, tenderly pushing her hair back to see the wound. He must have jostled her arm, because she moaned in pain.

"Hey, watch it," Shane said. "Can't you see she has a broken arm?"

"Is that right?" O'Casey asked.

"My wrist, I think," she said.

"It's just hanging there, limp!" her friend said. "She can't even move it!"

Mickey pulled back Shane's jacket so O'Casey could see. Shane noticed that she'd bled all over the nylon, and he felt glad he'd been able to keep her warm. She wasn't in shock, and she was sitting upright: two great signs.

"I moved," she said, looking up at Shane.

"As long as you did it yourself, it's okay," he said, looking into her green eyes. "It's when other people move you that it can be a problem."

O'Casey had the first-aid kit open now. He eased Shane out of the way, pressed gauze to the still-bleeding wound on Mickey's head. Shane watched the way he stared steadily into Mickey's eyes as he gently applied more pressure. Mickey gazed up at the ranger as if he were her father, or the best doctor in the world. The trust in her eyes did something inside to Shane, made his heart tumble over, like a stone falling off a cliff.

"Can we get out of here?" Jenna asked. "It's freezing, and we have to get Mickey to the emergency room."

"We'll take her there right now," O'Casey said, and when they looked up the road, they saw the convoy: an ambulance and two cop cars.

"I don't need them," Mickey said, panic in her eyes. Shane wasn't sure whether she meant the ambulance or the police.

Two officers and the EMTs walked over. One of the policemen gazed down with recognition. Shane's stomach flipped, but the cop wasn't looking at him-he was staring at Mickey.

"Hello there," he said to her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she whispered.

Shane concentrated on the spark in her eyes. He wanted to put his arm around her, help her into the ambulance. Were they just going to let her sit here on the cold ground?

The EMTs began doing their thing, with O'Casey giving them his take on her head wound and broken wrist. Suddenly they had her up and into the ambulance; they wrapped her in blankets and handed Shane his jacket back. Jenna was led to a squad car, their bikes loaded into the back of O'Casey's truck. The ranger said something to the second cop. Shane saw their eyes flick over to him.

His blood was on fire. He knew he should run-start now and never stop until he got to California. There were places to surf out there that made the waves here look like they belonged in a bathtub. He could find his dad's friends, and they'd hide him in dune shacks till he was older and grayer than O'Casey.

But he had a mission here on this beach, and he had to say one last thing to Mickey. Make her a promise that would help her get well fast. Something made him know that was necessary-the fear in her eyes was too familiar to him to let her just drive away without speaking to her.

He pushed past the EMTs, crawled right into the ambulance. She was already strapped onto a stretcher, orange straps tight across her chest. She was staring at him, eyes focused on his jacket.

"I bled on your jacket," she said. "I'm sorry."

"That's okay," he said. "It'll remind me . . ."

"Of what?" she asked.

"Of the owl," he said.

"The snowy owl . . ."

"I won't let them chase it away," he said. "If it's the last thing I do."

"Thank you," she whispered.

Shane touched her face, and then he felt himself being hauled out from behind. The ambulance rear door was slammed shut, but he could still see her face through the window as the vehicle began pulling away. She'd seemed really shy when he'd seen her around school. And Shane had stayed back in grammar school-he'd had "adjustment problems" that they attributed to his father's death. Whatever the reason, it had always made him feel like an outsider and he'd never approached her.

"The last thing you do," one of the cops said. "Interesting choice of words."

"Ranger O'Casey told us he smelled kerosene on you," the other cop said. "So we looked around and found these." He held up the Nerf pump-action ball launcher. Unfortunately, Shane had already soaked the Nerf in kerosene-he'd been seconds away from applying flame when Mickey had had her wipeout.

"Yeah, what about it?" Shane asked.

"You think acting like a moron, destroying Cole Landry's heavy equipment, is really the best way to stop them from dismantling the U-boat?" O'Casey asked.

"What's a surf slacker care about that?" Cop Number One asked. "It's just a tin can full of dead krauts."

Shane opened his mouth to let loose on him, tell him that the sunken U-boat was responsible for the most reliable swells on this stretch of shore, that its length, and the height of its conning tower, and the periscope and every other bit of barnacle-encrusted metal, caused a vortex, pulling so much water from below, creating waves that moved straight and fast, folding back on themselves and erupting in terrible, elegant explosions craved by surfers everywhere.

But O'Casey beat him to it.

"It's a grave, Officer," O'Casey said.

"Excuse me?"

"It's not a 'tin can,' " O'Casey said. "It's U-823, and there are fifty-five dead men aboard."

"Hey, Tim-your father's Joe O'Casey, right?" the other cop asked.

Ranger O'Casey nodded, and nothing more was said. Even with his jacket back on, Shane was freezing. He tried to hold the shivers inside, under his skin, so the cops and O'Casey wouldn't see. Not that the cops cared. One of them pulled out handcuffs, yanked his hands behind his back.

"You're under arrest," he said. "For the unlawful use of hazardous materials, destruction of property, and we'll see what else. You have the right to remain silent . . ."


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Reading Group Guide

The New York Times bestselling author Luanne Rice poignantly captures the hearts and minds of characters who confront life’s greatest challenges in The Edge of Winter, the story of three families broken by loss but united by love. Set against the backdrop of the hauntingly beautiful beaches in Rhode Island’s South Country, this is a tale of the contemporary world as well as a tribute to the legendary soldiers who defended those shores against German U-boats during World War II.

Neve Halloran and Tim O’Casey share a devotion to this landscape, which they only discover after Neve’s daughter, Mickey, has a bicycle accident while exploring a stretch of the coastline. As a park ranger, Tim is more than a rescuer; he is also dedicated to this wildlife sanctuary because of the memories he made there with his son, a casualty of the war in Iraq. Tim is drawn into the Hallorans’ life after Mickey’s accident. When their quiet seaside community is galvanized over plans to raise a sunken German vessel, these lost souls find surprising bonds that will test their fragile dreams—and heal them through the everyday hope that bridges all generations.

The questions and discussion topics that follow are intended to enhance your reading of Luanne Rice’s The Edge of Winter. We hope they will enrich your experience of this captivating novel.|

1. What wounds, emotional and otherwise, do Neve and Mickey cope with in the novel’s opening chapters? How does their approach to fear and insecurity change in the days that follow?

2. Did your perception of Richard change as you read about him? What is the best way for Neve, and other single parents in her situation, to balance trust and caution with an ex-spouse? Would you have taken Richard to court?

3. Discuss the landscape and its role in The Edge of Winter. What makes this wilderness an appropriate setting for this storyline? In what way do the seasons, on the cusp between winter and spring, reflect the transformations experienced by the characters?

4. Were you able to empathize with Tim and Joe’s wish for secrecy about Damien’s identity as an artist? Do such secrets harm or help a family in the aftermath of tragedy?

5. What do children and parents learn from each other in this novel? What aspects of the bonds between mothers and daughters, fathers and sons were illustrated?

6. What is special about Mickey and Shane’s adolescence? In what ways are they naïve, and in what ways does their optimism give them greater power and determination than the novel’s adults possess? What tests, such as the test of Mickey’s friendship with Jenna, define the turning points faced by most teenagers?

7. How did you interpret Josh’s actions toward Mickey? Despite his family’s wealth, and his idolization of his father, was he lacking anything important in his life?

8. Mickey misunderstood the sight of Shane’s flamethrower and later saw the perished seamen when she was underwater. What do these images indicate about her view of the world? What drives her sensitivity, including her inability to see her father’s shortcomings?

9. When do Neve and Tim rediscover their ability to fall in love? Why are they a good match, especially in terms of overcoming one another’s resistance to relationships?

10. Chapter seventeen features a newspaper quote from Joe O’Casey: “When a creature loses its ability to fly, it affects every one of us. My brother Damien showed me that; he celebrated birds in every one of his paintings, showed us their beauty and pure poetry. Every bird I help, I think of Damien.” How does this philosophy apply to the other characters in the novel? In what ways have they lost their ability to fly? How do nature and love help them take flight again?

11. What does the novel indicate about the ways “family” can be defined? What very realistic aspects of contemporary stepfamilies are presented?

12. Discuss the significance of the trip to Washington. What does a class trip mean to Mickey and Shane at first? Why do their mothers believe it’s important for them to go? What transforms it from a social activity into an exercise in citizenship?

13. How would you have felt about the raising of U-823 if this issue had arisen in your community? What is the best way for us to honor those who died in combat?

14. What do the stories of Tim, Joe, and Damien indicate about the way military service affects family relationships? When men and women join the armed forces, how does this impact the civilians in their lives, across all generations?

15. The novel’s closing scene depicts an unlikely reunion and an image of peace. How does that moment speak to causes and solutions for conflicts worldwide?

16. What unique perspectives does The Edge of Winter offer, setting it apart from Luanne Rices’s previous works? In what ways does it underscore themes woven throughout her fiction?


The New York Times bestselling author Luanne Rice poignantly captures the hearts and minds of characters who confront life’s greatest challenges in The Edge of Winter, the story of three families broken by loss but united by love. Set against the backdrop of the hauntingly beautiful beaches in Rhode Island’s South Country, this is a tale of the contemporary world as well as a tribute to the legendary soldiers who defended those shores against German U-boats during World War II.

Neve Halloran and Tim O’Casey share a devotion to this landscape, which they only discover after Neve’s daughter, Mickey, has a bicycle accident while exploring a stretch of the coastline. As a park ranger, Tim is more than a rescuer; he is also dedicated to this wildlife sanctuary because of the memories he made there with his son, a casualty of the war in Iraq. Tim is drawn into the Hallorans’ life after Mickey’s accident. When their quiet seaside community is galvanized over plans to raise a sunken German vessel, these lost souls find surprising bonds that will test their fragile dreams—and heal them through the everyday hope that bridges all generations.

The questions and discussion topics that follow are intended to enhance your reading of Luanne Rice’s The Edge of Winter. We hope they will enrich your experience of this captivating novel.

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Edge of Winter 3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 26 reviews.
astrida22 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
One of her best! Highly recommended.
Carolee888 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
The Edge of Winter was very enjoyable. It was very easy to get wrapped in the story, and there was a gentle pull to set things right. I may be biased because I love to read about the interworkings of families and I love nature, especially birds. Families are a complicated subject and I think that Luanne Rice handles them well. There three families involved in this book and each of them were having trouble dealing with their loss. The losses are held close to their chests and are bound up in secrets. To use Ms. Rice¿s term, they were frozen. All three families had a deep love of nature in particular for birds. I miss the beaches where I used to live but over and over again I went back to the beaches in the book. She artfully described the beauty of the beaches and the nature inhabiting them. A snowy owl comes to roost in the beginning of the story and is injured just as each of the families were deeply hurt. The owl is a symbol of what they loved and the great pain that was inflicted upon them. This is a story of love conquering fears and shame and request. The German U boat that was sunk of the coast of Rhode Island was a horrible reminder of the costs of war. Luane Rice wove the threads of heartbreak, loss, disappointment and finally joyful forgiveness, love and rebirth together.
punxsygal on LibraryThing 8 months ago
A novel of second chances in life--some things will haunt us, some things cause us to close off from those we love--with second chances we can regain our perspective and circle back to what is really important in our lives.
coopermom71 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Sunken U boat from 1940's the center of this story of broken families, marriages in Rhode Island.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could relate to all the characters. I laughed and I cried.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could not put this book down! It was qircky and fun, but deep and romantic too! A must read for sure.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I put this book down after ten minutes. If I had to read any more "Why can't the ex just pay me my child support and be a good daddy?" I was going to quit reading altogether and start watching Maury...ew!
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kbaby207 More than 1 year ago
I loved this book so much! I bought a few random books at Goodwill, and this was one of them. I am so glad I bought this book, it was the first I've read of Luanne Rice, and I know now that it won't be the last! This story kept me interested til the very last page. YOU HAVE TO READ THIS BOOK!!
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Char47 More than 1 year ago
I listed to the CD version of this book and kept waiting for it to get more exciting and interesting, but it didn't happen. Maybe it was the voice of the reader who taped the CD. There wasn't much excitement in her voice and just ho-hum. Maybe it would have been better to read the book and not listen to the audio. I couldn't wait for it to be over.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story was interesting, the characters well defined and the relationships were very believable.

However, it seem to me that when the author realized she had to "wrap it up" for whatever reason, she crammed everything wonderful and glorious into the last couple dozen pages! That's where young love, Mickey and Shane, is permitted to flourish, where Tim and Joe reconcile their decades long separation, where Neve and Tim re-discover the power of love, where the submarine graveyard is permitted the sanctity of remaining undisturbed, where the love owls are healed and take to flight, .....

Thank god there were not too many more sub-plots otherwise the book would have been more unbearable.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Luanne Rice is a great writer. This book however is not her best. It is good, but too predictable and not very exciting.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Being from Rhode Island and having a son named Shane myself, I couldn't wait to read this book. I kept telling myself the story would 'take off' any minute now. It never did for me. I couldn't connect with the characters the way I usually do with her books. I didn't feel that spark or magic between characters. The ending, though perhaps predictable, was the best part of the book. I don't know if my disappointment stemmed from the fact that I had just finished a different book I had loved, but I really don't think that was it. This book wasn't bad. It just didn't seem exciting and didn't move me in a way I have come to expect from Luanne Rice's books. All in all, I was disappointed.
Guest More than 1 year ago
'The Edge of Winter' is an action-packed emotional ride about the love of birds and history. It is about love and family and coming to terms with past history. It is most of all about forgiveness and starting anew. At the heart of the story is a battle beween a U.S. warship and a German U-Boat sunk by the warship off the state of Rhode Island during WWII. It involves the families and a battle to move the U-Boat from its resting place to another state to become a museum although the 55 men who died in it are still entombed in it. What follows is the struggle to stop the actions of a money-hungry promoter. The ending is a roller coaster with a surprise reunion. It is a very hard book to put down and gets one to thinking about his or her own family.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I generally go through Luanne Rice books quite rapidly. However, this read just took me forever. I was so bored! The characters had no interesting qualities at all. I kept waiting for something to happen. It just didn't. And what did happen was so predictable. I shouldn't have bothered with this one. And you shouldn't either.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I just finished this very moving book. Luanne Rice has been one of my most favorite authors, but have been a bit disappointed in her last few books. Not this book, though. Her writing and characters are so 'real'. I feel like they're actually part of my life. Thank you, Ms. have given me and countless others many hours of happiness in reading your wonderful books. I'll look forward to many more.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Luanne Rice¿s latest novel, The Edge of Winter, was a delight to read. It is not a fast-paced novel filled with mega-action or explosions. There is no big chase scene or hold your breath pivotal moment. What it does have is a slow, steady buildup of plot and an intense look at the lives of numerous scarred characters and how they are intertwined, brought together by old wars, new wars, love, family ties, death, secrets and forgiveness. If you¿re patient with this book, you¿ll come to know these characters and care for them¿and miss them when you¿re done. The Edge of Winter is a journey, rich with details of the land and nature--of snowy owls, windswept beaches and watery graves. It is the story of Mickey and her mom, Neve. A story of sweet, innocent first love and cautious, suspicious second love. Mickey is a teenager with a soft spot for all things wounded, including an injured owl and Shane, a lonely teenaged boy with a passion for surfing. Neve, frustrated with her `deadbeat¿ ex-husband, is drawn to Tim O¿Casey, the ranger from Refuge Beach, where a German submarine had sank off the coast after being bombed in World War II. When a rich and powerful man decides to raise the submarine and turn it into a museum, Mickey and Shane are spurred on to save the submarine¿s resting place and a piece of their history. But there are secrets that haunt the waters. Perhaps, the lost souls don¿t want to be raised. In this story, there are many lost souls who need saving, and that may be its only down side. It may be unrealistic to wrap up every character in a `happily ever after¿ theme, but I know 'as an author myself' it is so very tempting. The Edge of Winter is a tribute to Luanne¿s father, a navigator-bombardier who flew in World War II, and to all the men and women fighting wars, then and now, on both sides. The author writes about the far-reaching and ravaging effects of war that carry on for generations. We are shown how forgiveness and understanding can set free even the most crippling guilt. The last few chapters are very emotional and really bring forth the author¿s message: ¿It was war.¿ A simple but heartfelt summer read with unforgettable characters, perfect for reading while at the cottage or relaxing on a beach. I gave this novel 4.5 stars mainly because my favorite Luanne Rice novel is still Beach Girls. ~ Cheryl Kaye Tardif, author of The River, Whale Song and Divine Intervention