The Beautiful Daughters: A Novel

The Beautiful Daughters: A Novel

by Nicole Baart


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From the highly acclaimed author of Far From Here and Sleeping in Eden, described as “intense and absorbing from the very first page” (Heather Gudenkauf), comes a gripping new novel about two former best friends and the secrets they can’t escape.

Adrienne Vogt and Harper Penny were closer than sisters, until the day a tragedy blew their seemingly idyllic world apart. Afraid that they got away with murder and unable to accept who they had lost—and what they had done—Harper and Adri exiled themselves from small-town Blackhawk, Iowa, and from each other. Adriran thousands of miles away to Africa while Harper ventured down a more destructive path closer to home.

Now, five years later, both are convinced that nothing could ever coax them out of the worlds in which they’ve been living. But unexpected news from home soon pulls Adri and Harper back together, and the two cannot avoid facing their memories and guilt head-on. As they are pulled back into the tangle of their fractured relationships and the mystery of Piperhall, the sprawling estate where their lives first began to unravel, secrets and lies behind the tragic accident are laid bare. The former best friends are forced to come to terms with their shared past and search for the beauty in each other while mending the brokenness in themselves.

Nicole Baart’s lush and lyrical writing has been called “sparkling” (Publishers Weekly), “taut and engrossing” (Booklist), and “evocative and beautiful” (Romantic Times). The Beautiful Daughters is another exquisitely rendered, haunting story that will stay with readers long after the last page.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781439197387
Publisher: Atria Books
Publication date: 04/28/2015
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 624,051
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Nicole Baart is the mother of five children from four different countries. The cofounder of a non-profit organization, One Body One Hope, she lives in a small town in Iowa. She is the author of eight previous novels, including Little Broken Things and The Beautiful Daughters. Learn more at

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The Beautiful Daughters


It was less a car accident than a struck match.

Adrienne had felt off all day, lopsided and a little dizzy, like the time she had taken the cable car to the top of Gibraltar and nearly fallen off the rock from vertigo. But she had ignored the strange sense of premonition, the feeling that her world was about to change, because Adri didn’t like change. And she didn’t like the madness exploding around her, each scene a snapshot so smudged and surreal she had to wonder if it was all a bad dream. A nightmare. But it wasn’t.

Broken glass. The thick scent of gasoline whipped up by the wind. Two dark slashes on the concrete that marked the place where the truck driver had hit the brakes too late. The road was a menacing swath of sharp edges, and the crowd a riot of colors and fists and dialects Adri didn’t understand. She could taste the musky press of hot skin, the sour-sweet tang of the red dust that churned beneath her feet. It was familiar and foreign, home and away.

She wasn’t afraid until someone reached into the wreckage of the overturned truck and brandished a single bottle that hadn’t been shattered in the rollover. It was an empty Fanta bottle, utterly harmless. Until he smashed it against the upturned bumper and held it, jagged and glittering, like a blade.

The man wasn’t even looking at her. His fist was raised high above his head where the bottle caught the sun and refracted light like fine crystal. But Adri knew that pretty things could be deadly, and whether or not she was a part of the drama that smoldered around her, she had to get off the street. She had to get Caleb off the street. Adri put her hand out for him, but she clutched at air. Spinning around, she scanned the crowd and caught sight of him in the ditch below the compound.

“They’re shutting the gate!” Caleb called. He looked back at Adri, frozen amid the African Kristallnacht that roiled around her, and shouted something that she couldn’t hear over the sudden rush and roar of the growing mob.

She ran. And thanked the Lord and her father and The North Face for the grace of sturdy boots as glass crunched beneath her feet. Adri had swapped her sandals for boots at the last minute because it was an immunization day, and the children had learned quickly what the needles meant. Sometimes she had to pin them down. She had to scuffle and wrestle and fight. And though it was easily a hundred degrees in the shade, she wore cargo pants, a long-sleeved white shirt, the boots.

The heavy metal gate that guarded the entrance to the compound had been swung into place, but Caleb was already halfway through the pedestrian door. He held it open for Adri, scanning the crowd behind her to see if anyone would try to follow, and when she was close enough to touch, he grabbed her by the elbow and yanked her through. Slammed the gate shut with an iron clang.

Tamba, the security guard, laughed. “It’s an election day,” he said, offering his hands palm up as if he was gifting them with an easy answer to the madness. “We are a passionate people.” His easy smile dispelled the thin fog of her fear, and Adri’s cheeks warmed in embarrassment. West Africa had been her home, her place of chosen exile, for nearly five years and Adri liked to consider herself a local. But every once in a while an unexpected encounter reminded her that she was not. She had run like a child, like a foreigner. It was humiliating.

Even worse, Adri suddenly realized that Caleb was still gripping her arm, his shoulders curled around her protectively as if he intended to shield her from the chaos unfolding behind them. She was tiny inside his arms, so small she felt like she could turn her face into his chest and disappear. It was a dangerous feeling, the sort of longing she couldn’t let herself give in to. Adri went rigid at the warmth of his breath on her neck, and willed herself to remember who he was. Who she was. Even though she tingled in the places where he touched her. “It’s okay,” she murmured, forcing herself to pull away. Caleb’s hand tightened for just a moment before he let go.

Taking a deliberate step back, Adri tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and tightened her ponytail with a tug. She gave the earnest young security guard a wry smile. “A passionate people. I should know that by now, right?”

“You are a wise woman, Miss Vogt.” Tamba’s eyes sparked like lit coal in the sunlight. “People will get hurt, but it is not . . .” he trailed off, searching. “Intended?”

“Malicious?” Adri offered. “It means they don’t mean to do any harm.”

“Yes.” Tamba grinned. “It is not malicious.”

“Looks malicious to me.” Caleb stood well away from the gate and surveyed the swarm with a critical eye.

It was a sight to behold. The streets were full of people, and though most of the political parties had advocated for a peaceful election, the air had shimmered with a live charge for days. When the truck that collected empty bottles from the hundreds of roadside stands had crested a hill and found a small knot of people deep in conversation in the middle of his lane, he couldn’t stop in time. No one had been hit, and the driver had crawled out of his vehicle with nothing more than a scratch on his arm. Adri knew it wasn’t serious, she had examined him herself—though he had only allowed her ministrations after someone recognized her and vouched for her credentials.

Adri wasn’t known by name, she was known by title: The Nurse. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t their nurse, that she worked for a series of orphanages that spread throughout the capital city and beyond instead of for the tiny local clinic. What mattered was the stethoscope she wore around her neck or tucked in an oversize pocket. The ability to diagnose crypto with a few questions and prescribe boiled water and rest. The Nurse was a miracle worker, whether she believed in her own abilities or not.

The noise and confusion of the accident were still drawing a crowd, and as far as Adri could see in either direction, the highway was completely gridlocked. There were people standing on top of cars, the sharp report of provocative presidential slogans, the sickening knowledge that things could go sideways, whirl out of control in a heartbeat.

Sometimes they did. A slow-burning election battle exploded into violence. A humanitarian crisis ignited global outrage. But, just as often, the flame of revolt burned fast and bright, leaving nothing behind but shards of broken glass on the pavement.

“Stay safe,” Adri said, dragging her attention away from the scene. She gave Tamba an abbreviated form of the traditional handshake. It was the way locals said hello, goodbye. It was second nature to her.

“I will.” He nodded, but it was obvious that he didn’t think there was much to stay safe from. They were, as he said, a passionate people. Loving and loyal and strong. Forgiving. Of themselves and each other. Adri had been the recipient of such small mercies more times than she could ever hope to count. And she knew better than to fear what she didn’t understand. Although sometimes, amid shouts and confusion and sharp edges, it was hard to quiet the voice deep inside her that screamed: run.

“He can’t defend the gate alone,” Caleb said at Adri’s shoulder as they started down the hill, toward the houses and the sea.

“Who, Tamba?” Adri was only half listening. Her heart was slowing to a normal rhythm, but in the aftermath of panic her backpack felt unbearably heavy. She was hot and exhausted and covered in a fine film of sticky dust. She longed for a swim.

“They’ll storm the compound.”

Not breaking stride, Adri glanced toward the gate and took measure of the throng of people beyond the thick bars. She shrugged, choosing to take her cue from Tamba’s cool assessment. It was her job to stay calm, collected. She did it well. “It’s more like a party than an uprising,” she said. “I’ve seen worse. It’ll fizzle out soon enough.”

“Come on, Adri. Don’t act all tough. You were scared back there.”

Adri regretted her earlier lapse of self-control. Weighing her words carefully, she said, “It looks worse than it is. We don’t understand the history and emotions that contribute to a day like this. Elections are a big deal.”

Caleb just stared at her, his steps quick and sure on the uneven road even as he questioned her judgment.

Adri couldn’t quite read him. He wasn’t scared, but there was something simmering just beneath the surface. “We probably should have stayed in the compound,” Adri admitted. It was almost an apology. “But, no harm done.”

“No harm done,” Caleb repeated quietly, his expression blank.

“What? It’s like, five o’clock, and this is the first indication of disorder we’ve seen.” She tipped her chin as if daring him to disagree. “It was a perfectly normal day until ten minutes ago.”

“Normal? Disorder?” He thrust an arm backward and pointed to the melee they had left behind. “You call that disorder?”

Adri stopped abruptly and faced him. Passing the back of her hand across her forehead, she reminded herself that Caleb was new—and an almost-riot in a country fresh from civil war was enough to make her heart skip a beat, too. Caleb had been in West Africa for less than twelve weeks, and the bright-eyed ideology he had carried with him like an oversize suitcase was still being dismantled bit by frustrating bit. She tried to remember her first few months. The spiders and the fire ants, the bites that swelled to the size of small tumors. Malaria medication made her sick and gave her night terrors that transformed her into an insomniac. The food turned her stomach to water. Adri didn’t mean to, but she thought about the exact moment that baby had died in her arms, the fraction of a second when the feather-light brush of his tiny limbs became deadweight, and he was so simply, so irrevocably gone.

She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry,” she said. “We shouldn’t have left the compound today. My mistake. I wanted to administer the second round of the hep B vaccines on schedule.”

Caleb softened a little, and Adri was startled by the dark intensity of his gaze as he studied her. He had flirted with her before, suggesting with the slightest graze of his fingertip that they could be more than coworkers, with a look that could be interpreted a hundred different ways. He was tempting. More than that—there was something about him that was undeniably different, compelling. But Adri worked hard to be aloof with him. With everyone. It was just one of the many ways that she hid in plain sight.

“Apology accepted,” Caleb said. “But, just so I know? What are we going to do if . . . ?” He let the question dangle and a dozen terrifying possibilities spilled from the hint of his suggestion.

“There are contingency plans.” Adri started walking again. “Our night security guard is coming early.”

Caleb narrowed his eyes. “He’s not a security guard. He’s a kid.”

“Samaritan’s Purse has a helicopter.”

“And the UN has Blackhawks,” Caleb said abruptly. He seemed to be comforted by the thought. “They know where we are.”

Adri laughed. “They have bigger fish to fry.”

Caleb didn’t respond.

At the bottom of a long hill they entered the compound proper. The dirt road branched off in three different directions, and squat, block houses cropped up among the cotton trees and oil palms. Scarlet rhododendrons flanked small porches clustered with sagging lawn chairs, and here and there residents tried to urbanize the jungle with random attempts at domesticity in the form of potted plants. It struck Adri as downright ridiculous. Wasn’t the native flora enough? After five years of living at the very edge of the known world, she still couldn’t get over the fact that she could step out of her front door and pluck sweet, ripe plantains off the tree in her yard.

The compound was a haven in the heart of the capital city, a sprawling village where various NGOs and missionary families had congregated after the civil war ended and it was officially declared safe to return. Adri had never known war. She stepped foot on African soil after the last of the rebels were driven from the bush. To her, the collection of homes, guesthouses, and small office buildings that populated the compound were simply neighborhood and community, and the mélange of humanitarian workers and expats were family. More or less. Adri had found that although many of the volunteers and aid workers in her little corner of Africa were sincere and altruistic in their motives, just as many were running away from something. Or someone. She could relate. They didn’t pry and neither did she.

Adri’s house was a two-bedroom bungalow with a tiny, eat-in kitchen and a bathroom that was perpetually grimy, no matter how much she cleaned it. All inadequacies aside, Adri adored every inch of the six hundred square feet of her home.

She had bunked with other coworkers, board members passing through, friends of friends. It was how things were done when space was at a premium and nothing quite worked out the way you hoped it would. A bigger house was in the works, but funding had dried up, and, for better or worse, Adri’s place was forced into service as home base. Once, when she was hosting the founder, his wife, and teenage son for a single night, Adri had slept in her bathtub, a late-nineteenth-century claw-footed monstrosity that had amazingly found its way to the west coast of Africa. But living with Caleb had come with a brand-new set of discomforts. The air was alive. Charged.

He had earned his nursing degree after backpacking through Asia and deciding that life was too short to not make a difference. That’s how he introduced himself to her in their first email exchange: “I want to make a difference.” So did Adri, but his admission looked especially ingenuous in type. She liked him more than she wanted to, and bristled at the way he made her feel jaded.

“Are you going for a swim?” Adri asked, fitting her key into the front door. Her back was to the ocean, and although the water was across the road and down a wide, orange beach, she could imagine that the spray licked the back of her neck, her bare arms.

“Tonight?” Caleb sounded surprised. “The fence doesn’t go down the beach, Adri.” They could hear the beat of drums in the distance now, the swell and whoop of voices shouting for something they couldn’t make out and wouldn’t understand even if they could.

“You think we’re safer in the house? They’re cement block walls. A hammer would take them down.”

“You said we were safe.”

“We are.”


“I’m messing with you,” Adri said. She wrenched open the door and held it for him.

Caleb was a year or two older than her twenty-six years, knocking on the door of thirty, but she couldn’t help feeling like the more experienced one. She interpreted his optimism as naïveté, and sometimes doubted the wisdom of the board of the nonprofit she worked for in appointing him her second-in-command. He was confident, enthusiastic, gorgeous. He was wreaking havoc in her carefully ordered world. And yet, Adri knew that pickings had to have been slim. Not many people wanted to live halfway around the world in an unstable country for little more than room, board, and the unfamiliar, often slightly rancid food they ate.

Adri hadn’t known what she was getting herself into when she signed the contract fresh from college. She just wanted to get away. And Africa was as far away as she could imagine. The plan was to run and keep running—staying hadn’t really been an option, but the kids at the orphanages she served turned out to be a pure addiction. Adri loved them simply. Fiercely. They made Africa home.

“Can I say something off the record?” Caleb said. He didn’t move to step into the house, but stood in the grass just off the cement slab that served as a front step. He blurted, “Sometimes I hate it here.”

She didn’t know what to say. He had been her faithful sidekick for weeks, his enthusiasm a veneer that seemed impenetrably thick, slathered on with a heavy hand. Caleb had never once given her the impression that life in Africa struck him as anything other than a grand adventure. But here was something real; the riot had scratched the surface. Beneath was the flush of sincerity, something as heady and masculine as the scent of his skin before a swim. It tested the safe borders of their roommate/coworker relationship. The intimacy of it made Adri white-knuckle the edge of the door.

Caleb ran his hands over his head, his eyes widening at the prickle of the buzz cut Adri had given him only a couple of days before. His hair had been camel-colored and just a little curly, but when he finally begged her to get rid of it for him, the cut had revealed dark roots that accented his jawline and sun-bright blue eyes. He was beautiful in a rugged, unexpected way, and that only made him more likable. Adri didn’t want to like him.

“I don’t mean that,” Caleb said, dropping his hands to his sides. “I don’t hate it here.”

“Yes, you do. At least, a little.” She almost said, We all do. But that was a terrible lie. And also the truth. Adri let the door fall shut behind her and tossed her pack onto the grass. “I shouldn’t have teased you. We shouldn’t have gone out today, and I shouldn’t have teased you.”

Caleb looked up at the door frame of the house, the tile roof, and the crumbling breezeway blocks of the two front windows. His jaw hardened almost imperceptibly. “What if I want to go back?”

He certainly wouldn’t be the first. “Why?”

“Maybe I can’t cut it here. The schedule, the mosquitos, the sickness, the poverty. The kids. They break my heart, Adri. What are we doing? We’re not their parents, but that’s what they need. I feel like I’m drowning sometimes. It’s too much. We can’t help everyone, and I wonder if we’re helping anyone at all.”

It was true, everything he said was true, but it felt like an attack all the same. She bristled, wanting to fight. But just as quickly as her anger had flared, it fizzled out and died. “Fine,” Adri sighed. “Whatever. I’m sure the board will want to hear from you before you make any travel arrangements, but this is hardly a prison. You’re free to go.” She indicated the door with an outstretched hand, inviting him to go inside and pack, to pretend that his third-world hiatus was nothing more than an inkblot on the predictable map of his life.

He was embarrassed when he swept past. His head was down and he wouldn’t look at her. But just over the threshold, Caleb stopped and turned back. Stared her straight in the eye, boldly and without an ounce of guile. “You don’t have to stay here, either, you know. You’re not a prisoner.”

The sun was beating against Adri’s auburn hair and sending little rivulets of sweat down the side of her face. But his words were a slap of ice water. Cold and so startling that for a moment she couldn’t breathe.

He must have sensed that he’d struck a nerve. “You could go home, Adrienne. You could come with me.”

Caleb’s eyes betrayed him. She had assumed that he was after nothing more than a tropical fling, a no-strings-attached affair that he’d casually forget the moment he decided to shoulder his backpack and abandon her little corner of Africa in search of the next big thrill. She figured his tattoos lacked meaning and his Médicins Sans Frontières poster-boy persona were affectations. But standing across from him in the slanting light, Adri could almost believe that his offer was something more. Maybe he was something more.

You could come with me.

As if she could just leave it all behind and start over. As if she could be the girl she had been all those years ago, those years before she crossed an ocean and became a person that she didn’t recognize when she looked in the mirror. As if he could offer her the sort of new beginning that she had stopped dreaming about long ago. As if.

If there was anything Adri knew, it was that some things could not be undone.

“Go pack your stuff,” Adri said, turning away toward the ocean and the sunburned sand and the dark sliver of an impossibly thin fishing boat beyond the breakers. “I’m never going back.”

And inside a zippered pocket of her cargo pants, her cell phone began to ring.

Reading Group Guide

This reading group guide for The Beautiful Daughters includes an introduction, discussion questions, and ideas for enhancing your book club. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.


From the author of Sleeping in Eden comes a gripping new novel about two former best friends and the secrets they can’t escape.

Adrienne Vogt and Harper Penny were closer than sisters, until the day a tragedy blew their seemingly idyllic world apart. Afraid that they got away with murder and unable to accept who they had lost—and what they had done—Harper and Adri exiled themselves from small-town Blackhawk, Iowa, and from each other. Adri ran thousands of miles away to Africa while Harper ventured down a more destructive path closer to home.

Now, five years later, both are convinced nothing could ever coax them out of the worlds in which they’ve been living. But unexpected news from home soon pulls Adri and Harper back together, and the two cannot avoid facing their memories and guilt head-on. As they are pulled back into the tangle of their fractured relationships and the mystery of Piperhall, the sprawling estate where their lives first began to unravel, secrets and lies behind the tragic accident are laid bare. The former best friends are forced to come to terms with their shared past and search for the beauty in each other while mending the brokenness in themselves.

Nicole Baart’s lush and lyrical writing has been called “sparkling” (Publishers Weekly), “taut and engrossing” (Booklist), and “evocative and beautiful” (Romantic Times). The Beautiful Daughters is another exquisitely rendered, haunting story that will stay with readers long after the last page.

Questions and Topics For Discussion

1. Why do you think the author chose to include an anonymous prologue? Who do you think wrote it: Adri or Harper? Does it matter? How does this prologue set the tone for the rest of the novel?

2. Discuss Adri and Harper’s first meeting when Adri is moving into her college dorm room. What things can you learn about Adri and Harper from this encounter? To what extent does their initial interaction anticipate the nature of their relationship?

3. Piperhall isn’t just a part of the setting, it almost becomes a character in The Beautiful Daughters. What role does the Galloway estate play in the unfolding of events in the book?

4. A number of characters (Adri, Harper, Victoria) carry secrets that eventually come to light. Is there catharsis once they’re able to unload the truth? Did it do them any good? Was the keeping of those secrets forgivable—why or why not?

5. “When everything was said and done, Adri still loved Harper. But she hated her, too.” (p. 28) How is this possible? Can you relate to the sometimes-fine line between love and hate?

6. The novel explores many themes (guilt, redemption, friendship, family). Which do you think is most important, and why?

7. Discuss Adri’s relationships with Will and her father. How do those two men in her life affect the decisions she makes? How does Caleb finally break down some of her walls?

8. Adri and Harper dealt with their guilt over David’s death in very different (and rather extreme) ways. Discuss how they coped with their feelings of loss and remorse. How could the story have changed if they had handled the situation differently?

9. Both Adri and Harper struggle with the idea of forgiveness and being forgiven. What do you think defines forgiveness? What does forgiveness mean to you?

10. At the heart of The Beautiful Daughters is a grave misunderstanding. Both Adri and Harper feel responsible for David’s death. Which version of the story do you believe? Or do you think there is a third interpretation?

11. The novel deals with some difficult subjects, including death and abuse. What challenges do you think the author faced when choosing how to represent those dark themes?

12. What does friendship mean to you? What could cause a friendship to fall apart?

13. The epigraph at the beginning of the book declares that: “hope has two beautiful daughters . . . anger and courage.” Do you think Adri and Harper embody these characteristics? How?

14. It’s obvious that Harper’s situation with Sawyer is much more sinister than she is willing to admit. What do you think is the nature of their “relationship?” Do you think Harper is a victim of human trafficking? Why or why not?

15. Both Adri and Harper loved David—or thought that they did. Were they deluding themselves? What was the allure of David for both of these women?

16. As the novel progresses, David’s destructive behavior becomes increasingly ruthless as he uses and abuses both Adri and Harper. What role do you think David played in the circumstances surrounding his own death? Is he in any way culpable for what happened to him? Why or why not?

Enhance Your Book Club

1. When Nicole Baart’s debut novel, After the Leaves Fall, was published, she won critical acclaim for her “evocative and beautiful” writing (Romantic Times Book Reviews). Publishers Weekly called the novel “a promising debut” praising the novel as “a welcome addition to inspirational fiction.” Read After the Leaves Fall with your book club and compare the two novels. Has Baart’s writing style changed since the release of her debut? How? Were there similarities between the two books? Discuss them with your book club.

2. To gain insight into Baart’s writing, watch this video where she discusses why she writes:

3. To learn more about Nicole Baart and her other books, read reviews of her works, and read her blog, visit her official site at

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The Beautiful Daughters: A Novel 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Kate_Brauning More than 1 year ago
Nicole Baart's writing takes me home. Evocative, gripping, and insightful, this story had me spellbound. Read it, re-read it, and tell someone you know about it, because it's just that good.
lmbartelt More than 1 year ago
With some authors I love, I'm reluctant to pick up their newest book and read it because I'm afraid this will be the one book they write I don't like, or I'm afraid I'll like it so much I won't want the story to end. That's the case with anything Nicole Baart writes. Two years ago, she wrote a book that was my favorite of the whole year before the year had even started. Sleeping in Eden is still on my list of all-time favorites. So when The Beautiful Daughters arrived a few months ago, I set it aside. For later, I said. (Disclaimer: I received a free copy of the book from the publisher in exchange for a review.) Its release date was set for April, so I had some time. Well, now it's April, so I had to take a deep breath and dive in. As usual, I had nothing to worry about. Nicole Baart writes some of my favorite words and sentences. She plumbs the depths of human emotions. Her characters are haunted by a decision or a circumstance, and the drama that plays out as a result of their choices is riveting. So it is with The Beautiful Daughters. Adrienne, daughter of an Iowa dairy farmer and Harper, the stunning girl from who-knows-where, formed an unlikely friendship in college. With Adri's brother Will, his friend Jackson and the aloof heir to the Galloway fortune, David, they become The Five, a makeshift family. When a post-graduation trip to British Columbia ends in tragedy, Adri and Harper run from each other and the memories--Adri to West Africa as a nurse for a non-profit and Harper to a hellish existence she thinks she deserves. Five years later, they both return to Blackhawk, Iowa, where memories haunt them and the truth is revealed. I've been reading Baart's books for a few years, and her stories are better each time. While she used to write for the Christian market, her last couple of books have been in the general market, and her writing is the better for it. Her stories are grittier and more real and peppered with appropriate language for dark circumstances without being gratuitous. Yet, they're still filled with hope. The Beautiful Daughters is a story of darkness and light, of identity lost and found, of friendship and love and how choices can change the course of our lives, for worse and for better. Nicole Baart releasing a new book is good news.
KrittersRamblings More than 1 year ago
Adrienne (Adri) Vogt is returning home to take care of the affairs of her deceased fiance's recently passed mom.  She has inherited a large home and is having to revisit a lot of feelings from her past that she tried to bury by escaping to Africa as a nurse.  Her four friends from high school will reconvene and all the emotions will come back and they will have to really confront what happened before they all scattered after college.  For some reason this one just didn't work for me, the pacing felt extremely slow and I didn't connect with either girl and I so desperately wanted to.  There were so many pages worth of hinting that something happened when David died and it took so long for any details to eek out and I think that is where the disconnect started with me.  I just wanted more after reading the synopsis and this one didn't deliver. I have a few more Nicole Baart books on my shelf and still want to read them, so we shall see.
Netty1001 More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book. I love books with rich character development. I love beautiful descriptions. This book has all that, plus a suspenseful plot with insight into how tragedy affects people. The book also tackles sensitive topics, but I don’t want to spoil the suspense. Some of the passages that I re-read and bent the pages for include: Regarding Adri’s father, Sam: “Her father was one such daydreamer, the kind of man who spoke volumes in silences and heard God whisper in the song of distant stars keeping watch over the land that he plowed.” Regarding Adri’s fiance’, David: “In his personal life he was sensible and composed, able to take up and set aside the mantle of a playboy as easily as donning a coat. To laugh and joke and drink until his imposing mother slipped into the room, a quiet and watchful revenant whose presence instantly sobered and reined in her son.” Regarding The Five: “Jackson was hand in hand with Nora, a new girlfriend who didn’t quite fit. Harper couldn’t help resenting her. When Nora was around, they were quick to pair up, but when it was just the five of them, they were a unit. A fist clenched tight.” This book is about young adults who meet at a small college in Blackhawk, Iowa. Adri and her brother Will grew up on a farm in Blackhawk, and David grew up at Piperhall, a mansion down the road. Along with Harper and Jackson, The Five become fast friends and spend most of their out-of-school time playing grown-up at Piperhall and when Harper suggests a trip to commemorate their college graduation and mark endings and new beginnings, they are unaware of the tragic event that will happen and change their lives forever. They scatter – Adri to Africa and Harper into dark relationships – and are called home five years later when the matriarch of Piperhall dies. This is a page-turner and I’m so thankful it was the first book I read in 2015!