The year is 1944. After the stillbirth of her first child, Evangeline Worth returns to her grandmother's farm in Hawke's Cove. with her husband, John, across the Atlantic on the war front, the coastal town provides sanctuary for Vangie. All of that changes one day when a handsome stranger appears on her doorstep, searching for work.
Joe Green looks able enough, and though she wonders why he isn't in the service, Vangie takes him in on instinct. As a rich friendship develops between them, the Army informs Vangie that John is MIA. At the same time, rumors in town circulate about a downed Hellcat plane and its missing pilot. Smoothing away their loneliness, Vangie and Joe feel their relationship deepening into a forbidden love. Then John is suddenly found alive, and the lovers separatebut cannot bear to sever their bond.
Fifty years later, Vangie's son Charlie, a reporter, is assigned to unlock the puzzle of a dredged-up Hellcat. He heads to Hawke's Cove to investigate, and meets respected local Joe Green and his daughter Maggie. As a romantic relationship blossoms between Charlie and Maggie, Vangie and Joe realize that they must open up the pastand the secrets of their hearts.
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About the Author
From the time I was a little girl, the word "writer" held a special significance to me. I loved the word. I loved the idea of making up stories. When I was about twelve, I bought a used Olivetti manual typewriter from a little hole in the wall office machine place in Middletown, CT called Peter's Typewriters. It weighed about twenty pounds and was probably thirty years old. I pounded out the worst kind of adolescent drivel, imposing my imaginary self on television heroes of the time: Bonanza, Man from U.N.C.L.E. and Star Trek.
Those are my earliest memories of my secret life of writing. For reasons I cannot really fathom, I never pursued writing as a vocation. Although I majored in English, I didn't focus on writing and it wasn't really until I was first married that I hauled out my old Olivetti and began to thump away at my first novel. This was, as I recall, an amorphous thinly plotted excercise in putting sentences together and has mercifully disappeared in some move or another. I didn't try anything more adventurous than some short stories and a lot of newsletters for various things I belonged to until we moved to Martha's Vineyard and I bought my first computer. My little "Collegiate 2" IBM computer was about as advanced as the Olivetti was in its heyday but it got me writing again and this time with some inner determination that I was going to succeed at this avocation. I tapped out two novels on this machine with its fussy little printer. Like the first one, these were wonderful absorbing exercises in learning how to write.
What happened then is the stuff of day time soap opera. Writing is a highly personal activity and for all of my life I'd kept it secret from everyone but my husband, who, at the time, called what I did nights after the kids went to bed, my "typing." Until, quite by accident, I discovered that here on the Vineyard nearly everyone has some avocation in the arts. Much to my delight, I discovered a fellow closet-writer in the mom of my kids' best friends. For the very first time in my life I could share the struggle with another person. I know now that writers' groups are a dime a dozen and I highly recommend the experience, but with my friend Carole, a serendipitious introduction to a "real writer", Holly Nadler, resulted in my association with my agent. Holly read a bit of my "novel" and liked what she read, suggested I might use her name and write to her former agent. I did and the rest, as they say, is history.
Not that it was an overnight success. The novel I'd shown Holly never even got sent to Andrea. But a third, shorter, more evolved work was what eventually grew into Beauty with the guidance of Andrea and her associates at the Jane Rotrosen Agency.
The moral of the story: keep at it. Keep writing the bad novels to learn how to write the good ones. And, yes, it does help to know someone. Andrea might have liked my work, but the path was oiled by the introduction Holly Nadler provided.
Hawke's Cove is my second published novel, although there is a "second" second novel in a drawer, keeping good company with the other "first" novels.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I have given this book five stars because it was so easy to read and follow. Much of the book is written in journal form. Vangie and Joe are believable characters and the story is truly unique. Susan Wilson is an author whose books deserve a looksee. This one would be good for summer reading or a winter's curl up by the fire.
In 1944, Evangeline Worth is distraught as her oldest son just died and her spouse John remains overseas fighting in the European Theater of Operation. To get away from her troubles, Vangie heads to her favorite spot in the world, her deceased grandmother¿s farm in HAWKE¿S COVE New England. A plane went down near Hawke Cove and the pilot is missing. At the same time, Joe Greene enters Vangie¿s life just as she learns that John is MIA. Joe and Vangie begin to fall in love as they comfort one another. They eventually learn that John is found alive. In 1993, Vangie¿s reporter son Charlie investigates the World War II plane found in the cove. His inquiries introduce him to Joe and the man¿s daughter Maggie. Charlie and Maggie are attracted to one another, forcing five-decade old secrets to be revealed. HAWKE¿S COVE is a complex romance that centers on the concept that love is an eternal energy that changes but never is depleted. The various approaches to the narration may throw some readers off, but actually adds to the depth of the tale. The characters are all warm and their motives feel genuine. Susan Wilson shows her abilities as she weaves two stories into one with the touch of a master magician. Harriet Klausner