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Lucy Marinn is a glass artist living in Friday Harbor, Washington, with a boyfriend, Kevin, who she believes is her soul mate. She has always had a magical side—a gift that finds its way into the glasswork she creates—and she struggles to keep it contained. But when Lucy is blindsided by the most bitter kind of betrayal, she questions many of her choices. Kevin leaves her and his new lover is none other than Lucy’s own sister.
“A page-turner sure to thrill fans.”—USA Today
Meanwhile, facing the severe disapproval of Lucy’s family, Kevin asks his friend Sam Nolan, a local vineyard owner on San Juan Island, to “romance” Lucy so that she can more easily move on. But when Sam and Lucy begin to feel real sparks between them, Lucy must ask herself if she can easily risk her heart again. Questions about love, loyalty, old patterns, mistakes, and new beginnings are explored as Lucy learns that some things in life—even after being broken—can be re-made into something beautiful. And that it is only by discovering who you really are that you can find the one who truly deserves you.
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When Lucy Marinn was seven years old, three things happened: Her little sister Alice got sick, she was assigned her first science fair project, and she found out that magic existed. More specifically, that she had the power to create magic. And for the rest of her life, Lucy would be aware that the distance between ordinary and extraordinary was only a step, a breath, a heartbeat away.
But this was not the kind of knowledge that made one bold and daring. At least not in Lucy's case. It made her cautious. Secretive. Because the revelation of a magical ability, particularly one that you had no control over, meant you were different. And even a child of seven understood that you didn't want to find yourself on the wrong side of the dividing line between different and normal. You wanted to belong. The problem was, no matter how well you kept your secret, the very fact of having one was enough to separate you from everyone else.
She was never certain why the magic came when it did, what succession of events had led to its first appearance, but she thought it had all started on the morning when Alice had woken with a stiff neck, a fever, and a bright red rash. As soon as Lucy's mother saw Alice, she shouted for her father to call the doctor.
Frightened by the turmoil in the house, Lucy sat on a kitchen chair in her nightgown, her heart pounding as she watched her father slam down the telephone receiver with such haste that it bounced off its plastic cradle.
"Find your shoes, Lucy. Hurry." Her father's voice, always so calm, had splintered on the last word. His face was skull-white.
"Your mother and I are taking Alice to the hospital."
"Am I going too?"
"You're going to spend the day with Mrs. Geiszler."
At the mention of their neighbor, who always shouted when Lucy rode her bike across her front lawn, she protested, "I don't want to. She's scary."
"Not now, Lucy." He had given her a look that had caused the words to dry up in Lucy's throat.
They had gone to the car, and her mother had climbed into the backseat, holding Alice as if she were an infant. The sounds Alice had made were so startling that Lucy put her hands over her ears. She shrank herself into as little space as possible, the humid vinyl seat covers sticking to her legs. After her parents dropped her off at Mrs. Geiszler's house, they drove away in such a hurry that the tires of the minivan bruised the driveway with black marks.
Mrs. Geiszler's face was creased like a shutter door as she told Lucy not to touch anything. The house was filled with antiques. The agreeable mustiness of old books and the lemon tang of furniture polish hung in the air. It was as quiet as church, no sounds of television in the background, no music, no voices or telephone ringing.
Sitting very still on the brocade sofa, Lucy stared at a tea set that had been carefully arranged on the coffee table. The tea set was made of a kind of glass Lucy had never seen before. Every cup and saucer glowed with a multicolored luminescence, the glass adorned with thickly painted gold swirls and flowers. Mesmerized by the way the colors seemed to change at different angles, Lucy knelt on the floor, tilting her head from one side to the other.
Mrs. Geiszler stood in the doorway, giving a small laugh that sounded like the crackle of ice cubes when you poured water over them. "That is art glass," she said. "Made in Czechoslovakia. It's been in my family for a hundred years."
"How did they put the rainbows in it?" Lucy asked in a hushed voice.
"They dissolve metal and color into melted glass."
Lucy was astonished by the revelation. "How do you melt glass?"
But Mrs. Geiszler was tired of talking. "Children ask too many questions," she said, and went back to the kitchen.
* * *
Soon Lucy had learned the word for what was wrong with her five-year-old sister. Meningitis. It meant that Alice would come back very weak and tired, and Lucy must be a good girl and help take care of her, and not make messes. It also meant that Lucy must not argue with Alice or upset her in any way. "Not now" was the phrase Lucy's parents told her most often.
The long, quiet summer had been a grim departure from the usual routine of playdates and camps and ramshackle lemonade stands. Alice's illness had turned her into the center of mass around which the rest of the family moved in anxious orbits, like unstable planets. In the weeks after her return from the hospital, piles of new toys and books accumulated in her room. She was allowed to run around the table at mealtimes, and she was never required to say "please" or "thank you." Alice was never satisfied with eating the biggest piece of cake or staying up later than other children. There was no such thing as too much for a girl who already had too much.
The Marinns lived in the Ballard neighborhood of Seattle, originally populated by Scandinavians who had worked in salmon fishing and canning industries. Although the proportion of Scandinavians had diminished as Ballard had grown and developed, abundant signs of the neighborhood's heritage still lingered. Lucy's mother cooked with recipes that had been passed down from her Scandinavian ancestors ... gravlax, cold-cured salmon flavored with salt, sugar, and dill ... pork roast rolled with gingered prunes in the center ... or krumkake, cardamom cookies rolled into perfect cones on the handles of wooden spoons. Lucy loved to help her mother in the kitchen, especially because Alice wasn't interested in cooking and never intruded.
As the summer thinned into a brisk autumn, and school started, the situation at home showed no signs of changing. Alice was well again, and yet the family still seemed to operate on the principles of Alice's illness: Don't upset her. Let her have whatever she wants. When Lucy complained, however, her mother snapped at her in a way she never had before.
"Shame on you for being jealous. Your sister almost died. She was in terrible pain. You are very, very lucky not to have gone through what she did."
Guilt radiated through Lucy for days afterward, renewing itself in cycles like a persistent fever. Until her mother had spoken so sharply, Lucy had not been able to identify the nagging feeling that had drawn her insides as tight as violin strings. But it was jealousy. Although she didn't know how to get rid of the feeling, she knew that she must never say a word about it.
In the meantime, all Lucy could do was wait for things to go back to the way they had been. But they never did. And even though her mother said she loved both her daughters equally but in different ways, Lucy thought the way she loved Alice seemed like more.
Lucy adored her mother, who always came up with interesting rainy-day activities, and never minded if Lucy wanted to play dress-up with the high-heeled shoes in her closet. Her mother's playful affection, however, seemed folded around some mysterious sadness. Now and then Lucy would enter a room to find her staring vacantly at some fixed spot on the wall, a lost look on her face.
Early some mornings Lucy would tiptoe to her parents' room and climb into her mother's side of the bed, and they would snuggle until the chill of Lucy's bare feet had dissolved beneath the warm covers. It annoyed her father when he realized that Lucy was in bed with them, and he would grumble that she should go back to her own room. "In a little while," her mother would murmur, her arms wrapped securely around Lucy. "I like to start the day this way." And Lucy would burrow against her more tightly.
There were repercussions, however, when Lucy failed to please her. If a note was sent home because Lucy had been caught talking in class, or gotten a low grade on a math test, or if she hadn't practiced her piano lessons sufficiently, her mother would become cold and tight-lipped. Lucy never understood why it felt as if she had to earn something that was given freely to Alice. After the near-fatal illness, Alice was indulged and spoiled. She had terrible manners, interrupting conversations, playing with her food at dinner, grabbing things out of other people's hands, and all of it was ignored.
One evening when the Marinns had planned to go out and leave their daughters with a babysitter, Alice cried and screamed until they canceled their dinner reservation and stayed home to appease her. They had pizza delivered, and they ate it at the kitchen table, both of them still dressed in their nice clothes. Her mother's jewelry sparkled and scattered glints of reflected light across the ceiling.
Alice took a piece of pizza and wandered to the living room to watch cartoons on television. Lucy picked up her own plate and headed to the living room.
"Lucy," her mother said, "don't leave the table until you're finished eating."
"But Alice's eating in the living room."
"She's too little to know better."
Surprisingly, Lucy's father joined the conversation. "She's only two years younger than Lucy. And as I recall, Lucy was never allowed to wander around during dinner."
"Alice still hasn't gained back the weight she lost from the meningitis," her mother said sharply. "Lucy, come back to the table."
The unfairness of it clamped around Lucy's throat like a vise. She carried her plate back to the table as slowly as possible, wondering if her father would intervene on her behalf. But he had given a shake of his head and had fallen silent again.
"Delicious," Lucy's mother said brightly, biting into her pizza as if were a rare delicacy. "I was actually in the mood for this. I didn't feel like going out. So nice to be cozy at home."
Lucy's father didn't reply. Methodically he finished his pizza, took his empty plate to the sink, and went in search of the phone.
* * *
"My teacher said to give this to you," Lucy said, extending a piece of paper to her mother.
"Not now, Lucy. I'm cooking." Cherise Marinn chopped celery on the cutting board, the knife neatly dividing stalks into little U shapes. As Lucy waited patiently, her mother glanced at her and sighed. "Tell me what it is, sweetheart."
"Instructions for the second-grade science fair. We have three weeks to do it."
Reaching the end of the celery stalk, Lucy's mother set the knife down and reached for the paper. Her fine brows knit together as she read it. "This looks like a time-consuming project. Are all the students required to participate?"
Her mother shook her head. "I wish these teachers knew how much time they're asking parents to spend on these activities."
"You don't have to do anything, Mommy. I'm supposed to do the work."
"Someone's going to have to take you to the crafts store to get the trifold board and the other supplies. Not to mention supervising your experiments and helping you practice for the oral presentation."
Lucy's father entered the kitchen, looking weary, as usual, after a long day. Phillip Marinn was so busy teaching astronomy at the University of Washington and working as a NASA consultant on the side, that he often seemed to be visiting their home rather than actually living in it. On the evenings when he made it back in time for dinner, he ended up talking with colleagues on the phone while his wife and two daughters ate without him. The names of the girls' friends and teachers and soccer coaches, the minutiae of their schedules, were foreign to him. Which was why Lucy was so surprised by her mother's next words.
"Lucy needs you to help with her science project. I just volunteered to be a room mother for Alice's kindergarten class. I have too much to do." She handed him the piece of paper, and went to scrape the chopped celery into a pot of soup on the stove.
"Good God." He scanned the information with a distracted frown. "I don't have time for this."
"You'll have to make time," her mother said.
"What if I ask one of my students to help her?" he suggested. "I could set it up as an extra-credit activity."
A frown pleated her mother's face, her soft mouth tightening at the corners. "Phillip. The idea of pawning off your child on a college student —"
"It was a joke," he said hastily, although Lucy wasn't entirely sure of that.
"Then you'll agree to do this with Lucy?"
"I don't appear to have a choice."
"It'll be a bonding experience for you two."
He gave Lucy a resigned glance. "Do we need a bonding experience?"
"Very well. Have you decided what kind of experiment you want to do?"
"It's going to be a report," Lucy said. "About glass."
"What about doing a space-themed project? We could make a model of the solar system, or describe how stars are formed —"
"No, Daddy. It has to be about glass."
"It just does." Lucy had become fascinated by glass. Every morning at breakfast she marveled at the light-gifted material that formed her juice cup. How perfectly it contained bright fluids, how easily it transmitted heat, coldness, vibration.
Her father took her to the library and checked out grown-up books about glass and glasswork, because he said the children's books on the subject weren't detailed enough. Lucy learned that when a substance was made of molecules that were organized like bricks stacked together, you couldn't see through it. But when a substance was made out of random disorganized molecules, like water or boiled sugar or glass, light found its way through the spaces between them.
"Tell me, Lucy," her father asked as they glued a diagram to the trifold board, "is glass a liquid or a solid?"
"It's a liquid that behaves like a solid."
"You're a very smart girl. Do you think you'll be a scientist like me when you grow up?"
She shook her head.
"What do you want to be?"
"A glass artist." Lately Lucy had started to dream about making things out of glass. In her sleep she watched light glimmer and refract through candy-colored windows ... glass swirling and curving like exotic undersea creatures, birds, flowers.
Her father looked perturbed. "Very few people can actually earn a living as an artist. Only the famous ones make any money."
"Then I'll be a famous one," she said cheerfully, coloring the letters on her trifold board.
On the weekend, her father took her to visit a local glassblowing shop, where a red-bearded man showed her the basics of his craft. Mesmerized, Lucy stood as close as her father would allow. After the glassblower melted sand in a high-temperature furnace, he pushed a long metal rod into the furnace and gathered molten glass in a glowing red lump. The air was filled with the scents of hot metal, sweat, scorched ink, and ash from the wads of wet newspaper the studio used to hand-shape the glass.
With each additional gather of glass, the glassblower enlarged the fiery orange mass, turning it constantly, reheating it frequently. He added an overlay of blue frit, or ceramic powder, onto the post and rolled it on a steel table to distribute the color evenly.
Lucy watched with wide-eyed interest. She wanted to learn everything about this mysterious process, every possible way to cut, fuse, color, and shape glass. Nothing had ever seemed so important or necessary to know.
Before they left the shop, her father bought her a blown-glass ornament that looked like a hot-air balloon, painted with shimmering rainbow stripes. It hung on its own little stand made of brass wire. Lucy would always remember it as the best day of her entire childhood.
* * *
Later in the week, when Lucy came home from soccer practice, early evening had turned the sky dark purple, with an overlay of clouds like the silvery wax bloom on a plum. Stiff-legged in her armor of plastic shin guards encased in tube socks, Lucy went to her room and saw that the lamp on her nightstand had been turned on. Alice was standing there, holding something.
Lucy scowled. Alice had been told more than once that she wasn't allowed to go into her room without permission. But the fact that Lucy's room was off-limits seemed to have made it the one place Alice most wanted to be. Lucy had suspected that her sister had sneaked in there before, when she'd discovered that her stuffed animals and dolls weren't in their usual places.
At Lucy's wordless exclamation, Alice turned with a start, something dropping from her hands to the floor. The resulting shatter caused them both to jump. A flush of guilt swept over Alice's small face.
Excerpted from Rainshadow Road by Lisa Kleypas. Copyright © 2012 Lisa Kleypas. Excerpted by permission of St. Martin's Press.
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Discussion Questions for RAINSHADOW ROAD by Lisa Kleypas
1. How can adult siblings move past the old conflicts of their shared childhood? Is there anything parents can do to help prevent rivalry between their children, or is it inevitable?
2. Is there any acceptable way for someone to have a relationship with one sibling and then have a relationship with another sibling? What about two best friends? What about two acquaintances? Where would you draw the line?
3. Justine advises Lucy to "lower her standards" to find a decent guy to go out with. Do you know anyone whose standards are too high? Is there any merit in settling for someone?
4. According to Sam, "sex is the canary in the coal mine" of a relationship--do you agree?
5. Sam and Mark are both concerned about their brother Alex's drinking. How would you handle it if you felt that a close friend or sibling was drinking too much?
6. Are there any benefits to a "no strings attached" relationship, or is it always a bad idea?
7. Lucy's parents, Phillip and Cherise Marinn, have experienced a strain in their marriage because the memory of his first wife is still between them. What is the difference between "moving on" and "letting go" for a widow or widower?
8. Lucy tells Kevin that he and Alice seem to believe "happiness is this thing you have to chase after, like a child with a shiny toy." What is true happiness, and how do you achieve it?
9. Many women struggle with choices between career and personal life. Have you ever give up a career opportunity for the sake of a personal relationship or family? Did you regret your choice, or was it worth it?
10. Do you feel that everyone in this novel got what he or she deserves? Why, or why not?
11. What would you love to see happen in subsequent Friday Harbor novels?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Please do not explain so much of the story when you review! Let us find out something when we read it ourselves,
This book isn't your typical lusty, provocative romance novel (don't worry-those parts are still in there!) where so much of the focus is on the tension between the characters and it becomes too much. This book is SO much more, and it is truly perfect. This is the first book that I've read by this author and I'm thoroughly impressed. This book touches on every emotion, and is an inspiration to anyone who has dealt with a broken heart. What I loved most about it is even though it has a touch (very slight) of magic, the book felt so real. The emotions and characters hit home-everyone knows people from the book. Couldn't put this book down, and I can't wait to read more from her!
I have to agree, don't give the story away in your review. I will say that I thought this was a fun read, all of Lisa's books take me away. I love the love story. I am fixing to start the next book, i can't wait to hear Alex's story.
There is no need for some posters to give away every detail in their reviews. That is rude and inconsiderate. You should be banned fromm posting.
Oh, Lisa Lisa Lisa. What have you done? This book is terrible! I LOVE Lisa Kleypas and have read all of her books, both contemporary and historical romance, and have relied on her consistent good storytelling. This book just misses the mark completely. This weak attempt at adding a dash of "paranormal" only underscores her lack of comfort with that genre. Sam and Lucy are so under-developed as characters and there is a lack of chemistry between them. It was a BORING story with none of the elements one looks for in a romantic novel - no suspense, no interesting characters, and no tension between the characters. Save your money and buy Fifty Shades of Grey.
I really enjoyed reading this book and the expressions Kleypas uses in her writing are entertaining (ex. Friends are the support bras of life). But it was not what I expected it to be. Having read the first book in the series,which was a nice contemporary romantic comedy, I was not expecting this one to have a paranormal twist. Both of the main characters have supernatural powers, though they are subtle. Lucy turns glass into animals (which honestly seems like it would be annoying- she just finished talking about how special a glass was and then she accidently turns it into a hummingbird), while Sam can heal plants. While these play a minor role in the story, it was very unexpected and it looks like the next book will be even more paranormal given that the excerpt starts off with a ghost. Overall, it was a good read, with well developed characters and an interesting story line that was usually believable (the exception being the magic).
Rainshadow Road is about Lucy Marinn, a glass artist who has a troubled relationship with her family, especially her sister. When her boyfriend dumps her for her sister, Lucy decides she can't handle relationships anymore, since they only lead to heartbreak. And enter Sam Nolan. Sam owns his own vineyard and is very passionate about his work. His family is very dysfunctional. His parents were alcoholics, who basically drank themselves to death. Sam vehemently opposes intimacy of any kind and only has shallow friends-with-benefits relationships. However, when Lucy and Sam meet, they feel more. Overall, I thought the plot was tired and boring. It was the same-old same-old neglected sister, who grew up in the shadow of her younger, more pampered sister. Said sister gets away with whatever she wants. So Lucy spends a good two thirds of the book whining. Sam is even more of a cliche with his wounded background and intimacy issues. What bothered me more than the tired plot was Lucy's personality. She came off as really unintelligent at times. Kleypas made Sam seem like this super intelligent man who had to patiently explain simple mundane things to Lucy. Also, the reason that Lucy and Sam are forced to spend more time together and thus develop their relationship felt forced and contrived. It was a very odd way to throw the pair together. Kleypas made two attempts to put them together and neither were original or coherent. The emotions in this book are great though, And I thoroughly enjoyed listening to Lucy describe her passion for her artwork. So, slightly contrived plot, cliche characters, people making things come to life by looking at them (yeah don't even get me started on that part of the book), but good emotions. Not Kleypas's best by a long-shot.
This story drew me right in. It reminds me a lot of Sarah Addison Allen' s books. Loved the depth of emotions and the hint of magic.
Funny, sad, something for everyone in this book. I wanted more.
This was a very sweet love story! Had a little bit of everything in there with a few OMG moments! Good for a quick read.
Ehh this book was pretty boring. I was not really impressed at all. The whole time I was reading it I was just waiting for something to happen. I would not recommend this book.
Well written with full, rich characters. I love the references to glass art. The supporting characters are also well written, and makes one wish to get to know them too. This writer makes the bedroom scenes tastefully done with real feelings for each other. I enjoyed reading this book and will look for further offerings by her.
LOVED this book! I thought the main characters were believable and I loved that they had both had less than perfect childhoods. This is the 2nd in the series, but the 1st I read. I'll be reading both of the others ASAP!!
This was a wonderful book, I have recommended it to other already who have read it and also loved it.
Lightning strikes again! Now our men in this series are needing the strength of a strong woman and what a cumbustion it makes! Waiting for number 3. I still love Texas, though! Lisa, how about Joe Travis?!
I really liked this. A heroine I would enjoy having coffee with and the brothers are warm hearted, responsible and kind. A refreshing break from the usual formula.
This is just one of the sweetest books i have ever read!
I really enjoyed this book. I thought it was a fantastic read from start to end. Lisa got into the character's past, present, and future and she did a great job with making their story go from friendship to love. I highly recommend this book, it's a beautiful and well written love story regardless of some of the negative comments.
Not one of Lk best.. this book had a little magic thrown in, which was wonderful, but it lack the author magic touch. LK is an amazing writer, she draws you in with what she puts on paper, you literally get lost in her words, this book felt very rush. And the sexual tension was literally non existant, LK is one of my fav author, you could see her at her best in her other contempary book , as well as her historical, she is really an awesome writer and i hope the up comin book will show her own magic at work.
I loved this book, I loved the writing and the characters. My favorite part was page 144-149 with the hummingbird. I love love love it
Lucy Marinn thought her boyfriend loved her until he announces that she needs to move out so that her sister can move in. Wounded she retreats to her studio where she makes things out of glass. While out walking she runs into Sam Nolan who helps her get over Kevin. I'm not one for romance but won this on Goodreads. I enjoyed it very much. There is a touch of magic for both Sam and Lucy. The ending was predictable but nice none the less. This is a good read.
This book put the first one to shame. Long and filled with all the beauty and detail that was missing from #1. I fell in love with all the new characters, while still loving the old ones! It felt like my home town, the descriptions were so wonderful. Amazing plot, beautiful writing, the book just flows perfectly. Awesome read!