From the New York Times bestselling author of The Weekenders comes a delightful new novel about new love, old secrets, and the kind of friendship that transcends generations.
When ninety-nine-year-old heiress Josephine Bettendorf Warrick summons Brooke Trappnell to Talisa Island, her 20,000 acre remote barrier island home, Brooke is puzzled. Everybody in the South has heard about the eccentric millionaire mistress of Talisa, but Brooke has never met her. Josephine’s cryptic note says she wants to discuss an important legal matter with Brooke, who is an attorney, but Brooke knows that Mrs. Warrick has long been a client of a prestigious Atlanta law firm.
Over a few meetings, the ailing Josephine spins a tale of old friendships, secrets, betrayal and a long-unsolved murder. She tells Brooke she is hiring her for two reasons: to protect her island and legacy from those who would despoil her land, and secondly, to help her make amends with the heirs of the long dead women who were her closest friends, the girls of The High Tide Clubso named because of their youthful skinny dipping escapadesMillie, Ruth and Varina. When Josephine dies with her secrets intact, Brooke is charged with contacting Josephine’s friends’ descendants and bringing them together on Talisa for a reunion of women who’ve actually never met.
The High Tide Club is Mary Kay Andrews at her Queen of the Beach Reads best, a compelling and witty tale of romance thwarted, friendships renewed, justice delivered, and true love found.
Praise for The Weekenders:
“This book has all the makings of a beach read...The perfect blend of drama, humor, intrigue, and just a touch of murder.” Bustle
“Andrews has this ‘perfect beach read’ label down patand then some. The Weekenders is not just good, it is beyond good… Summer doesn’t truly begin without a Mary Kay Andrews book in your beach bag, so here is another winner and Top Pick just for you.” RT Book Reviews (Top Pick)
“Andrews’ novels...are the epitome of relaxing yet involving summer reads, and her latest is no exception.” Booklist
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About the Author
Date of Birth:July 27, 1954
Place of Birth:Tampa, Florida
Education:B.A. in newspaper journalism, University of Georgia, 1976
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Brooke Trappnell rarely bothered to answer her office phone, especially when the caller ID registered "unknown number" because said caller was usually selling something she either didn't need or couldn't afford. But it was a slow day, and the office number actually was the one listed on her business cards, so just this once, she made an exception.
"Trappnell and Associates," she said crisply.
"I'd like to speak to Miss Trappnell, please." She was an older woman, with a high, quavery voice, and only a hint of the thick Southern accents that prevailed on this part of the Georgia coast.
"This is she." Brooke grabbed a pen and a yellow legal pad, just in case she had a potential real, live client on the other end.
"Oh." The woman seemed disappointed. Or maybe disoriented. "I see. Well, this is Josephine Warrick."
The name sounded vaguely familiar, but Brooke didn't know why. She quickly typed it into the search engine on her computer.
"Josephine Warrick on Talisa Island," the woman said impatiently, as though that should mean something to Brooke.
"I see. What can I do for you today, Mrs. Warrick?" Brooke glanced at the computer screen and clicked on a four-year-old Southern Living magazine story with a headline that said "Josephine Bettendorf Warrick and Her Battle to Save Talisa Island." She stared at the color photograph of a woman with a mane of wild white hair, standing defiantly in front of what looked like a pink wedding cake of a mansion. The woman wore a full-length fur coat and high-top sneakers and had a double-barreled shotgun tucked in the crook of her right arm.
"I'd like you to come over here and see me," Mrs. Warrick said. "I can have my boat pick you up at the municipal marina at 11:00 A.M. tomorrow. All right?"
"Well, um, can you tell me what you'd like to talk to me about? Is this a legal matter?"
"Of course it's a legal matter. You are a lawyer, are you not? Licensed to practice in the state of Georgia?"
"Yes, but —"
"It's too complicated to go into on the phone. Be at the marina right at eleven, you hear? C. D. will pick you up. Don't worry about lunch. We'll find something for you to eat."
Her caller didn't hear her objections because she'd already disconnected. And now Brooke had another call coming in.
She winced when she glanced at the caller ID. Dr. Himali Patel. Was the pediatric orthopedist already calling to dun her for Henry's ruinous medical bills?
"Hello, Brooke. It's Dr. Patel. Just following up to see how Henry's physical therapy is coming."
"He's fine, thanks. His last appointment was this week."
"I'm so glad," Dr. Patel said. Dr. Himali Patel was the soft-spoken Indian American doctor who'd treated Henry's broken arm. Brooke shuddered when she thought about the thousands she still owed for the surgery. She'd rolled the dice on an "affordable," high-deductible health insurance policy and came up snake eyes when Henry fell from the jungle gym at the park and landed awkwardly on his arm, leading to a trip to the emergency room, surgery, and weeks' worth of physical therapy.
"If he has any pain or his range of motion starts to seem limited, bring him back into the office. Other than that, he's good to go."
"Thanks, Doctor." Good to go. Easy for her to say. Brooke still needed to call the hospital's billing department to set up a payment plan.
* * *
The Southern Living magazine article was timed to coincide with Josephine Warrick's ninety-fifth birthday. Which would make her ninety-nine now. Brooke reached for the glass of iced tea and the peanut butter and jelly sandwich she'd brought from home and read the article, and half a dozen others she'd found online, catching up with the colorful life and times of Josephine Bettendorf Warrick.
She already knew a little about Talisa, dating back to a brief, ill-fated Girl Scout camping expedition nearly twenty-five years earlier. Her memory of the place was hazy, because she'd gotten seasick on the boat ride across the river on the way to the island and then managed to get stung by a jellyfish and hike through a patch of poison ivy. The assistant troop leader had to arrange for a boat to take her back to the mainland a day early to await pickup by her parents, who were two hours away in Savannah. It had been Brooke's first and last camping trip. The name Talisa called up memories of calamine lotion, burned marshmallows, and her sight line, from the backseat of the Cadillac, of her father's neck, pink with barely suppressed anger at having to miss his Saturday golf game.
Brooke jotted notes as she read and chewed her sandwich. Talisa, she learned, was a twelve-thousand–acre barrier island a thirty-minute ferry ride from where she now lived in St. Ann's, Georgia. It had been purchased as a winter retreat in 1912 by Samuel G. Bettendorf and two cousins, all of whom were in the shipping business together in Boston. In 1919, Samuel Bettendorf and his wife, Elsie, had built themselves a fifteen-room Mediterranean revival mansion, which they named Shellhaven.
In 1978, the cousins had sold their interest in Talisa to the State of Georgia for a wildlife refuge, which explained how Brooke's Girl Scout troop had been allowed to camp there. Samuel Bettendorf had retained his property, which was on the southeast side of the island, facing the ocean.
And Samuel's daughter and only living heir, Josephine Bettendorf Warrick, had been engaged in a lengthy court battle with the state, which had been trying, in vain, to buy up the remainder of the island for the past twenty years.
Was this why Mrs. Warrick wanted to see her? Brooke frowned. She'd spent the first three years of her career working at a white-shoe Savannah law firm, doing mostly corporate and civil work. But since fleeing to the coast as a runaway bride, she'd hung out a shingle as a solo practitioner. The and Associates part of Trappnell and Associates was pure fiction. There were no associates and only a very-part-time receptionist working in the one-story, wood-shingled office she rented downtown on Front Street. It was just thirty-four-year-old Brooke Marie Trappnell. In life, and in law, come to think of it. She did some divorce work, DUI, personal injury, and the occasional petty civil or criminal work. But she knew next to nothing about the highly specialized area of eminent domain law.
Which was what she'd tell Josephine Bettendorf Warrick. Tomorrow. And why not? She had a 9:00 A.M. appointment to see a client who'd been locked up for assault and battery in the Carter County Jail for a week, following a run-in with a clerk at the local KwikMart who'd tried to charge her ninety-nine cents for a cup of crushed ice. But the rest of her calendar was open. Not an unusual occurrence these days.
There were, by her count, nearly three dozen other attorneys practicing law in St. Ann's, all of them long-term, well-established good ol' boys, who gobbled up whatever lucrative legal work was to be done in this town of seventeen thousand souls. Brooke counted herself lucky to pick up whatever crumbs the big boys didn't want.
If the weather app on her phone was to be trusted, tomorrow would be another sunny, breezy spring day. Why not take a boat ride to reacquaint herself with Talisa on her own terms and meet the legendary Josephine Warrick?CHAPTER 2
She heard the music blaring from within the office as soon as she parked the Volvo out front on Friday morning. Twangy guitar, heavy drumbeats, some kind of party-hearty country music. Brooke dug a can of Mace from her purse and quietly moved toward the door, which was slightly ajar.
She eased the door open with her foot and cautiously poked her head inside.
The intruder was so intent on her task, she never even looked up. She was seated with her bare feet propped up on the receptionist's deck, her head bobbing, singing along with the radio. "Play it again, play it again, play it again," she repeated, drumming the desktop for emphasis.
Brooke reached down and tapped the wireless speaker sitting atop the file cabinet.
The girl, startled, jerked upright.
"Jesus, Brooke!" she exclaimed, reaching for the bottle of nail polish she'd been applying to her toenails. "You scared the shit out of me!"
"And you almost gave me a heart attack when I drove up and heard that music and saw the door standing open," Brooke said. She held up the can of Mace. "You're lucky I didn't spray first and ask questions later."
"What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were supposed to go see Brittni in the jailhouse this morning," Farrah said, glancing at the clock that hung over the office's sole bank of file cabinets.
"And I thought you were supposed to be in second-period English."
Farrah Miles was a high school senior who also doubled as Henry's babysitter. Brooke and Farrah had met in September after Brooke had given a career-day talk about law at the local high school. Most of the teenagers had napped or stared at their phones during her talk. But the next day, Farrah, a petite blonde with a tiny gold nostril stud, blue-green streaks in her hair, and a penchant for cowboy boots and supershort cutoff jeans, showed up at her office and proclaimed herself interested in the law and a job.
The girl was smart and efficient — when she wanted to be — so they'd struck a deal that Farrah would work five days a week after school and pinch-hit as a babysitter for three-year-old Henry, as needed.
Farrah sat down and resumed her pedicure, dabbing a bit of purple polish on her big toenail. "Mr. Barnhart's a prick. We've only got two more weeks of class before graduation, and I've already got a solid A, but he still won't exempt me from taking the final exam like my other teachers."
"So you're cutting class? Farrah, he could still flunk you. I thought we talked about this. You've got to keep your grades up if you want to get into Georgia."
The girl scowled. "They wait-listed me, Brooke. I'm not gonna get in. I'll just go to Community College like everybody else. It's no biggie."
Brooke rolled her desk chair over to Farrah's desk and sat inches away from her. The girl lowered her head, pretending to concentrate on her toes. Brooke reached out and tilted Farrah's chin, lifting it until they were eye to eye.
"Listen to me, Farrah Michele Miles. You still have a really good chance. You aced your SATs and your ACTs. You've got a solid 3.9 grade point average in mostly advanced placement classes, and plenty of extracurricular activities. You wrote amazing essays, and your teachers wrote you great recommendation letters. Do not screw this up. Please?"
"I'm not screwing anything up." Farrah changed the subject. "So what happened this morning with Brittni?"
"I went over to the jail. Her stepfather still won't post bail, and her court date's not 'til next week, so there's not much I could say except hang tight and try not to get in any more fights."
Farrah shook her head. "I know she's my cousin, but she is such a dumb bitch. She shoulda just paid the ninety-nine cents for the damn cup of ice. It's not like she was broke!"
"I told her the same thing," Brooke said, "but she says the KwikMart cashier was some kind of high school frenemy who thinks Brittni stole her boyfriend."
"Right. That's Kelsy Cotterell, and she hates Britt because she totes did steal Kelsy's boyfriend. And also because Brittni had his name tattooed right across her chest, which is not even hot, despite that boob job of hers," Farrah said. "She thinks because she used to be a cheerleader the whole world owes her something. Mama says she gets that and her lard butt from Aunt Charla."
Brooke pressed her lips together to keep from laughing at Farrah's dead-on assessment of her client and her client's mother. "Okay. Enough about Brittni. As long as you're here, you might as well get some work done. I need you to go online and do some research. See what you can find out about State of Georgia v. Josephine Warrick. Print out what you get and start a file."
"Josephine Warrick? Is that the old lady who owns Talisa? What's up with her?"
"She called me yesterday, wouldn't say what it's about. Just that she wants to see me about an unspecified legal matter. I'm headed over there in a few minutes."
"Awesome. A new client. So that's why you're all dressed up today. You look nice, by the way."
"Thanks," Brooke said. "I kinda like that nail polish of yours too. What's it called?"
"Violet Femmes," Farrah said. She held up the bottle. "Want a hit?"
"No, thanks. I'll stay with my Bubble Bath. Gotta look conservative in my line of business."
Shunning her usual casual office attire, Brooke had reached to the back of her closet and brought out an expensive tailored navy pantsuit, which she wore with a white silk shell, pearl earrings, and a pair of black lizard-skin Tod's loafers, throwbacks from her Savannah wardrobe, which rarely saw the light of day in St. Ann's.
"That old lady's, like, filthy rich, you know," Farrah said.
"I doubt that she'll end up hiring me. I don't practice the kind of law it sounds like she needs."
"You're a lawyer, right? Why wouldn't she hire you?"
"I'm a general practitioner, remember? From the little research I've done, it sounds like she needs somebody who does eminent domain law. But she seems like quite a character, so I'm gonna go see her anyway."
"Text me some pictures of the house, okay? I've never actually been inside. Jaxson and I used to ride over to the island on his brother's boat last summer to party at the top of that old lighthouse, but I hear she's got an armed security guy roaming around now."
"Talisa is private property. You and your friends had best stay away from there," Brooke said, trying to look severe. "Unless you want to share a jail cell with your cousin."
"Whatevs." Farrah set the bottle of nail polish aside and turned the music on again.
Brooke promptly turned down the volume. "Who is that, anyway?"
The girl's eyes widened. "You're kidding, right? Seriously? You never heard Luke Bryan before?"
"These days my playlist mostly consists of Kidz Bop and the Wiggles," Brooke replied.
"Girrrrrl, you need to get in the now," Farrah said condescendingly, reeling off her current favorite country music acts before stopping abruptly. "Hey, I almost forgot to tell you the good news."
"I might have gotten us a new client. Jaxson's mom left his dad again this week, and she swears this time it's for good. So I gave her your card. If she hires you for the divorce, do I get, like, a finder's fee or something?"
Brooke laughed. "We've got to find a way to get you into UGA, kid. Someday, you're gonna make somebody a hell of a lawyer."
* * *
The municipal marina was quiet at midday. The tide was dead low, and most of the serious fishermen had set out earlier in the morning. Seagulls screeched and swooped for fiddler crabs scuttling across the exposed gray pluff mud of the riverbank. A couple of derelict-looking shrimp boats creaked at their moorings at the end of the wharf, along with a handful of the open, shallow-hulled center-console boats favored by local crabbers. There were seven or eight shiny new cabin cruisers and three sailboats scattered along the wharf too, but most of the larger, more expensive boats were to be found up the coast, on St. Simon's Island, which was where really wealthy boaters congregated.
Brooke gazed along the length of the long wharf, wondering which of the boats belonged to Josephine Warrick.
She heard a sharp whistle and swung around to see who it was meant for.
Finally, she spotted a modest, faded-yellow craft bobbing at its mooring at the end of the dock. A lone man stood on the bow, waving at her. He cupped his hands around his mouth and called to her.
"Are you Brooke?"
She nodded and hurried toward the boat.
He was skinny, with thinning hair bound into a scraggly gray braid that hung down his neck, bowlegged and sun-bronzed, wearing an ancient green army fatigue shirt with the sleeves hacked off and unbuttoned to his bare bony chest, and cutoff jeans that had seen better days. Clipped to the belt of his shorts was a holster with a large pistol. Brooke wasn't good with guns, but she was pretty sure it was a 9 mm.
His face was shaded by a sweat-stained ball cap, and his eyes were hidden behind cheap aviator sunglasses, but she felt the intensity of his stare.
"Are you C. D.? From Talisa?"
"That's me," he said, offering her a hand. "C. D. Anthony, in the flesh. Come aboard."
He motioned for her to sit atop a cushioned bench at the stern and busied himself untying the boat.
"All set?" he asked, and without waiting for her reply, he gunned the motor and expertly backed the boat away from the wharf.
The man turned to look at her as the boat putted quietly through the marina's no-wake zone.
"Nice day for a boat ride," he said abruptly. "You ever been over to the island before?"
"A long time ago," Brooke said.(Continues…)
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Snuggle up with a glass of wine, a lot of time, and this wonderful story.
3.5 stars The High Tide Club was my first Mary Kay Andrews novel. Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press for the opportunity to read. This in no way affects my opinion of this book. Drama, secrets, friendships and a couple of murders created an engaging read. Josephine wants to bring the decendents of her dear friends from the High Tide Club together and leave them her estate to prevent the state from taking over and turning it into another state park. Unfortunately, she dies before she can make it final. This leaves the women scrambling to determine how to fulfill her wish. Reasons for the average rating are: The book alternates from the POV of the original members of the club in the 40’s to Brooke’s in current times. I struggled with this. It was jarring and I wish that we had more of the 40’s scenes up front. There is just too much going on in this book. 3 deaths, 2 secret children, a psychotic lawyer, an old woman dying, and estate left in ruins and secondary characters on and off the island left me struggling to connect with the book. I enjoyed her style of writing and would give other books of hers a chance.
It’s 1:00 in the morning and I just finished reading The High Tide Club....I could not go to sleep until I reached the last word of this book. I truly feel as if the characters are my sisters and best friends! I’ve read all of Mary Kay Andrews books, and I can say without a doubt, this one is the best!
“It’s easier to walk around with love in your heart than with hate.” -Varina Mary Kay Andrews’s The High Tide Club is a perfect beach read filled with mystery, romance, friendship, and humor. The story jumps back and forth between the 1940s and present day. In the 1940s, we meet best friends Josephine, Ruth, Millie, and Varina, the girls of the High Tide Club. In the present, only Josephine and Varina are still living, and 99 year old Josephine enlists the help of struggling lawyer Brooke to get her estate in order. Her estate happens to be a wild and beautiful barrier island off the coast of Georgia, and Brooke is tasked with bringing the surviving family members of the High Tide Club together on the island so Josephine can make amends for unknown transgressions. Mysteries from the past and the present intermingle, romance blossoms, lives are endangered, and the most unlikely friendships form. The Deep South setting of The High Tide Club is beautiful and allows Mary Kay Andrews to fill the book with local color. The reader is transported to the humid, muggy, insect-filled beauty of South Georgia through the language, food, and local landmarks. My favorite parts of The High Tide Club revolve around the unlikely friendships formed. Lizzie, Marie, and Felicia join Brooke, Josephine, and Varina on the island as descendants of the High Tide Club girls, and despite different family situations and geographical backgrounds, they overcome their differences and set aside assumptions to forge great friendships. These friendships carry them through sad circumstances and hard revelations. While the story is ultimately about solving a mystery or two, the development of these characters, the humor they share, and the fierceness of their personalities are this book’s real treasures. This book kept me entertained the whole way through. Thank you to St. Martin's Press and Netgalley for an ARC in exchange for my honest review.
I've read all of Mary Kay Andrews' books. I love all of them. This book has that same mix of twist of plot and endearing characters that make her books so popular, but there was something different, a depth, that made me not want to put it down. I read it in a day. Once I started I couldn't put it down until I discovered, along with the characters, all of the secrets. I hope this isn't the last we see of these characters - I want to know how everyone is doing so keep us posted! :)
Check out the full review at Kritters Ramblings I have not read all of Mary Kay Andrews. I have read a few here and there and I feel like it has been awhile since the last time. I would quickly describe this book to another person as the perfect gateway for a reader who reads a lot of women's fiction and wants to dip their toes into the mystery genre. This was a perfect hybrid of family drama story combined with a few who dun it storylines.
4.5 In 1941, four young girls form a very strong friendship. When something tragic occurs, they promise to never tell anyone. Fast forward to present day. One of the women, Josephine, is ailing. She has lost touch with two of her friends and has minimal contact with the fourth. She hires Brooke Trappnell, a lawyer, to track down the two women she has not seen for many years. She also wants Brooke's help with some other legal matters. Brooke has her own issues to deal with. This was a delightful story. Told in alternating chapters, we slowly learn about what happened back in 1941 and how it impacted the women in current day. I loved the characters this author created. They are determined, funny and end up forming a strong friendship themselves. There were some interesting developments throughout the whole story. I've not read this author before, but I will now! I received this book from St. Martin's Press via Netgalley.
I love the twists and turns this took.
Loved the story, from, past to Present, and now I want to know the future.
It took quite a while to get into this beachy women's fiction/mystery mash up.I felt like the past story in the dual timeline had trouble keeping up with the present. I spent a lot of time wondering what Josephine knew and when she knew it. In her 90's, when the island owning millionaire Josephine Warrick hires lawyer Brooke Trappnell to find her oldest friends to become her heirs, time is of the essence.
Loved this book! I felt like I was on vacation while reading it. The twists and turns in the plot with the characters was amazing! I definitely recommend it as a summer read for 2018!
This is the first book I have read by this author, it was an enjoyable book, a great beach book.
I was given this ARC by the publisher in return for an honest review. In late spring I was in the mood for contemporary thriller/mystery stories and from the synopsis The High Tide Club seemed to be the right fit to satisfy my reading craving. Sadly, and I know I’m in the minority here, the story did not offer what it promised. I found all the characters underdeveloped and uninteresting. And the further I read the book the more annoying the protagonist became. I understand that the author intended to create a complex character to carry the story, but at some point the protagonist must become at least slightly relatable to the reader and be able to open up, otherwise the reader will stop caring. In addition, the few characters that seemed highly interesting were kept at arm’s length and taken away as soon as the reader gets excited about the story. The plot(s) of the story were all over the place and with that the actual genre of the story itself. There were so many elements from different genres mixed together in a careless and haphazard way that I caught myself multiple times wondering more about the nature of the story instead of paying attention to the events described. The writing, as mentioned above, was all over the place. Not only with respect to the nature and intent of the story as a whole, but also the process of creating the written work appeared unpolished. There were numerous time-jumps that confused me, details didn’t seem to add up properly and I found spelling and grammar mistakes throughout. Overall, I understand that I received an ARC and that those spelling/grammar mistakes could have been corrected before the final copy went into print; however, I doubt that the story would undergo major revisions in order to rectify the time-jumps and focus more precisely on one genre (mystery, perhaps, as the synopsis greatly hints towards) over the others attempted in the story. I was greatly disappointed in this story and wouldn’t recommend it.
This story did not grab my full attention right away, but that may be because of the frequent use of flashbacks. However, once I adjusted to them (and they do enhance the story), I found this a hard book to put down. “High Tide Club” is primarily set in a town on the southeast Georgia coast. This is familiar territory to me and I have no doubt that seeing references to cities I know reasonably well served to draw me even deeper into this story. Relationships between characters are well developed and the story contains some surprise twists that I certainly did not see coming. Despite the slow start, I was a little sorry to reach the end. I won my copy in a Goodreads giveaway. No review was required, and any opinion shared here is my own.
Some predictable twists to this beachy southern read
The High Tide Club by Mary Kay Andrews is a heartwarming tale with low-key drama, intrigue, suspense and tons of southern charm! Set in coastal Georgia, 99-year-old Josephine is seeking to make amends and save her family island. She reaches out to a lawyer, Brooke, to track down the descendants of her old friends and save her island. An island that happens to be on the cusp of being taken away from her. Brooke has her own issues and she’s trying to start fresh after running from a life that was suffocating her. She’s unsure why this strange old woman wants to hire her but really needs the money. So she takes the job not knowing the connection she already has to Josephine. But she’s soon to find out as she embarks on a journey of hope, healing and coming to terms with her own mistakes. Years ago, Josephine and her 3 friends; Varina, Ruth and Millie created The High Tide Club on the beach of Josephine’s family’s island. They committed to skinny dip in the ocean every year and shared their hopes and dreams. I loved this concept. It created an immediate connection to the girls and gave a whimsical feel typical of youth. And given how the book’s told via two timelines, it creates an emotional link to the past that’s essential to the story. In the 1940’s I got to know the group of friends as they grow into women and start life. But as life often does, people age, mistakes are made, and shocking crimes are committed!! But I won’t go there. You’ll have to read the book to find out In the present I got to know Brooke, who has her own journey. As she follows Josephine’s wishes she finds out who she is by learning about the past and the people she’s connected to. Ultimately leading to a new sense of self and discovering what she wants out of life. For me, stories told with flashbacks tend to make me leery because not all authors can pull it off well. However, I thoroughly enjoyed the skill with which the author took us back and forth through time. Even better was the amazing job Mary Kay Andrews does interweaving the lives and connections created between the characters; both past and present. All the characters are well developed with great depth. I only had one issue. While I connected well with the characters, I felt the first part of the book was slow. That’s really the only reason it didn’t get full starts. Regardless, by the end of the book everything came together beautifully. I was left with a feeling of completeness as the story came full circle. It was heartwarming and emotional in so many ways. Overall Mary Kay Andrews crafted a wonderful story. I’d recommend this to all beach book / Chick Lit lovers! I received an eARC of this book. This review is voluntary and all opinions and thoughts are my own.
I liked the diversity of characters and how it came full circle. Life can be that way.
I really am disappointing with this book. Of all the books by this author I have really enjoyed but this one i6could nearly get through. In fact I gave up reading it. I always look forwarded to her new books, but this one sucked the big one!
Wonderful character development that wanted me to continue turning the pages:-)
Enjoyed getting to know and understand all of the characters
I truly enjoyed The High Tide Club. The story held my interest although I did see the ending coming after a certain point. My only complaint is that I wish there had been more involving the romance between Brooke & Pete.
I loved this book. From the beginning to the end, this story kept me turning the pages. I loved the storyline and I was surprised at each turn of events. The humor, the mystery, the idea of family, and the return of friendships were all interwoven into a fabulous read. Thoroughly enjoyable. Just what I needed to kick off my summer reading spree...
I have read every one of Mary Kay Andrews's books. She's one of my favorite authors and I look forward to each new book. I don't know what to say about this one. Wow! I think this has got to be my favorite of all times. It's very different from her other ones. It was filled with twists and turns, mystery and even covers two time periods, present day and 1941-1942. I think she has surpassed her other novels with this one. It's a tremendous beach read. If you have never read anything by her, try this one.
I couldn’t stop reading.