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New York Times bestselling author Nancy Thayer whisks readers back to the beloved island of Nantucket in this delightful novel about two single parents who accidentally rent the same summer house—and must soon decide where their hearts truly lie.
Sensible thirty-six-year-old Sophie Anderson has always known what to do. She knows her role in life: supportive wife of a successful architect and calm, capable mother of two. But on a warm summer night, as the house grows quiet around her and her children fall asleep, she wonders what’s missing from her life. When her husband echoes that lonely question, announcing that he’s leaving her for another woman, Sophie realizes she has no idea what’s next. Impulsively renting a guest cottage on Nantucket from her friend Susie Swenson, Sophie rounds up her kids, Jonah and Lacey, and leaves Boston for a quiet family vacation, minus one.
Also minus one is Trevor Black, a software entrepreneur who has recently lost his wife. Trevor is the last person to imagine himself, age thirty and on his own, raising a little boy like Leo—smart and sweet, but grappling constantly with his mother’s death, growing more and more closed off. Hoping a quiet summer on the Nantucket coast will help him reconnect with Leo, Trevor rents a guest house on the beautiful island from his friend Ivan Swenson.
Best-laid plans run awry when Sophie and Trevor realize they’ve mistakenly rented the same house. Still, determined to make this a summer their kids will always remember, the two agree to share the Swensons’ Nantucket house. But as the summer unfolds and the families grow close, Sophie and Trevor must ask themselves if the guest cottage is all they want to share.
Inspiring and true to life, The Guest Cottage is Nancy Thayer at her finest, inscribing in graceful, knowing prose matters of the heart and the meaning of family.
Praise for The Guest Cottage
“[The Guest Cottage] will make readers want to hop on the next ferry to seek out their own dreams and romance.”—Laurie Higgins, Cape Cod Times
“[A] delightful beach read.”—InStyle
Praise for Nancy Thayer
“Thayer obviously knows her Nantucket, and the strong sense of place makes this the perfect escapist book for the summer, particularly for fans of Elin Hilderbrand.”—Booklist
“Thayer keeps readers on the edge of their seats with her dramatic story spanning the girls’ childhood to adulthood. This wonderful beach read packs a punch.”—Library Journal
“[A] book to be savored and passed on to the good women in your life.”—Susan Wiggs
“Full of emotion and just plain fun, this novel is delightful.”—Romance Reviews Today
“Nancy Thayer is the queen of beach books. . . . All [these characters] are involved in life-changing choices, with all the heart-wrenching decisions such moments demand.”—The Star-Ledger
“An entertaining and lively read that is perfect for summer reading indulgence.”—Wichita Falls Times Record News
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About the Author
Nancy Thayer is the New York Times bestselling author of The Guest Cottage, An Island Christmas, Nantucket Sisters, A Nantucket Christmas, Island Girls, Summer Breeze, Heat Wave, Beachcombers, Summer House, Moon Shell Beach, and The Hot Flash Club. She lives in Nantucket.
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THE GUEST COTTAGE
Outside her daughter’s bedroom window, the apple tree was a cloud of white blossoms in the soft glow from the front porch light. Here on the second floor of their stylish suburban Boston house, Lacey slept with her nightlight on and her arms around one of her stuffed animals. At ten, Lacey clung to childhood, and Sophie was glad.
Because it helps me believe we’re still a happy family? Sophie wondered.
She left Lacey’s door fully open; Lacey liked it that way.
Jonah had left his door to the hall slightly ajar, so Sophie slipped quietly inside. Her fifteen-year-old son was sprawled on his bed, wires hanging from the earbuds he wore even as his steady breathing told her he was sound asleep.
These children, she thought. This generation will all be deaf by thirty.
His backpack leaned against his desk. He would have done his homework and packed it up for tomorrow. Jonah was good that way. His computer screen was dark. She flirted with the idea of checking to see what he’d been doing last but decided against it. She didn’t want to wake him, and besides, one of his video games lay blinking on the floor next to the bed. He’d probably spent the last hour vanquishing monsters. She smiled at the thought as she gazed at her firstborn, her precious boy. He was growing up, growing away from her, often gaping at her as if he thought she was hopelessly out of her mind for suggesting he put on a sweater or take his rain gear.
Jonah wore pajama bottoms and no top. His bony ribs pressed against his skin like staves of a boat. He ate constantly and gained inches, but the rosy plumpness of his childhood was gone.
She wanted to lean over and kiss his forehead but was afraid she’d wake him. Instead, she pulled a light blanket up over him. In response, he made a snuffling noise and rolled onto his side. She left the room, closing the door behind her.
This was her favorite time of day, seeing her children tucked safely in bed, sleeping, dreaming, while the house itself seemed to yawn and calm and sink into its own satisfied state of rest.
Then why, Sophie asked herself, am I so increasingly uneasy—so mentally itchy?
Padding barefoot down the stairs, she thought, as she had so many times, how she never would have chosen to buy this particular house. To Sophie, it was too angular, too spare. But Zack was an architect. He had designed it. He called it clean, fresh, Zen. Over the years, Sophie had managed to soften and cozy it with deep and comfy armchairs, cracked antique wooden wardrobes placed to make hidden niches, colorful fat vases of flowers, and wooden cases of well-read books. The only room Zack would call state-of-the-art now was the kitchen, and she supposed she was happy enough about that. All the newest gleaming chrome and plastic technology that he gave her for her birthdays and Christmas did come in handy. She loved to cook, and Zack appreciated complicated, unusual food. The children, not so much. On the nights when Sophie knew for certain that Zack wouldn’t be home, she let them have cheeseburgers, pizzas, meat loaf with mashed potatoes.
She glanced at the clock. It was after nine. Where was he? He had promised to be home for dinner tonight. He hadn’t even phoned.
She fretted, mildly. This happened a lot, was happening more and more these days. Zack’s clients were some of Boston’s youngest, wealthiest, and most demanding, and if they wanted an evening consultation, they got it. When she knew he was working late, she enjoyed it, sharing an easy meal with the kids, then curling up with a good book. But he always told her when he wouldn’t be home for dinner.
With a slight sense of anxiety, she went into his study and woke up his computer. She wanted to know: had he told her he was coming home, or had she forgotten that he wasn’t? She did not want to believe she hadn’t remembered. It wasn’t that she and Zack had become adversaries in their marriage; it wasn’t that she prided herself on getting everything right all the time—or it wasn’t all that, only that. She needed to know he was okay.
The family had computers all over the house. Hers was at the desk in the nook in the kitchen where she kept the calendar of the family’s doctor appointments, the kids’ sports schedules, school conferences. Lacey used that computer, too. At ten, she still needed supervision, and she wasn’t as addicted to the technology as Zack was. Jonah’s computer was on his desk in his room—he had to have it to do homework. Their agreement was that he would leave his bedroom door unlocked so that Sophie could stick her head in and make spot checks. She feared he would wander onto porno sites, but so far he spent all his free time on video games.
Zack’s desktop hummed. Sophie settled in his massive leather chair and searched until she found his calendar. The tempestuous winter was finally over and builders could get out on ladders and scaffoldings and return to work. All his clients wanted everything done at once. More and more Zack shared less and less of his work life with Sophie, but she had been married to him for sixteen years and this was a fact that didn’t change.
Today, April 10. Zack had typed: Remember L bday.
L? Probably Lila, his associate. Lila was twenty-eight, a pretty career girl with an unfettered life and her own BMW convertible. She had no children, a fabulous wardrobe, and an adorable laugh. She considered Zack an architectural genius, unlike Sophie, who considered him a man who should spend more time with his family.
Yes, he should remember Lila’s birthday. Lila was an important colleague, young, bright, and energetic. Sophie wasn’t uneasy or jealous—she herself had worked as bookkeeper for Zack when he first started out. She knew only too well that when he was working he often lost his charismatic charm and often lost his temper, too. He could be bossy, dictatorial, critical, and a social climber. He was a perfectionist—well, she was afraid she probably was, too—and single-minded in his ambition. Sophie wouldn’t want to work with Zack now. Being married to him was quite enough.
She focused on the calendar. Nothing there for tonight.
For tomorrow, April 11, Zack had typed: Discuss Div with S.
Her heart banged. She sat back in the chair, unable to take her eyes away from those three letters.
Div? The first word that leapt to mind was divorce, but not even ultra-organized Zack would enter a discussion about divorce on his calendar. Would he?
She closed her eyes. She controlled her breathing. She forced herself to be here now, in this quiet house with her children safe and asleep.
Div. Could he mean diversifying stocks? Maybe, but Zack handled all that without Sophie’s input.
Div. Diversion? Maybe he wanted them all to go on a trip together. Certainly the family needed to do something like that. It had been far too long since they’d done anything together as a family. But really, that was a stretch; Zack wouldn’t ever call a vacation a diversion.
Dividend! Ah. Maybe a dividend, a windfall, had come in on one of Zack’s stocks and he wanted to discuss how to spend it with Sophie.
Right, that was it. Div meant anything but divorce. Who was she kidding? All marriages had their ups and downs, but in the past year or so, the Anderson marriage had been on a steady slide toward a new low. Sometimes she thought she was hanging on only for the sake of the children.
She found Zack less and less appealing, more—
The front door slammed, making her jump guiltily. She heard the f amiliar sounds of her husband dropping his briefcase on the hall table, his footsteps toward the kitchen, veering off to his study. Apprehensive but determined, she stayed where she was.
“What are you doing in here?” Zack asked, loosening his tie as he stood in the doorway.
Sophie studied her husband. Blond hair, blue eyes, former high school football hero, this year he had turned forty. He’d started using Grecian Formula. He bought a vintage Mustang convertible.
“Hello to you, too,” she said, cocking her head, smiling to take the edge off her words.
Zack’s voice was cool. “Sophie.”
“You didn’t call,” she reminded him.
Zack made an impatient sound and turned away.
Her fingertips were tingling. She was angry, frightened, and oddly eager, as if she were about to dive into a strange lake whose depth she didn’t know. The children, she told herself. Take care of the children.
“Are you hungry? I could—”
“I’m tired. Going to bed.” Zack stepped into the hall, still not looking at her, and all at once Sophie was trembling.
She went to the doorway and took hold of his arm. “Zack. Zack, please, wait. What does div mean?”
Now she had his attention. As she felt her husband’s eyes on her, a fast and familiar sense of being judged swept over her. Okay, she was in jeans and a T-shirt, barefoot, and she didn’t know when she’d last combed her hair, but she kept her blond hair short so that it was always more or less tidy. She was four years younger than Zack, she was slender, she was pretty enough.
Sophie repeated, “What does div mean?” She gestured to his desk. “I found it here on your calendar. ‘Discuss div with S.’ ”
“Oh, Sophie, do you really want to get into this now?” Zack sagged, signaling his exhaustion.
She knew he was not that tired. “I do, Zack. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep or even remain sane until you tell me.” She gazed at her husband, trying to read his expression.
He shook off her arm, came into the room, and sank into an armchair. “Fine. Let’s do this. Sophie, I want a divorce.”
In spite of her suspicions, she was shocked. “But what about the children?” she asked. Jonah and Lacey had no way to shield themselves from pain. Lacey was still sweet and cheerful, but recently, Sophie had noticed changes in Jonah that concerned her. His grades were still good, but he was crashing in soccer and baseball, sports he’d always played. His coaches were all over him. If he had to deal with his father’s desertion . . .
“Hey, I’m not divorcing them,” Zack responded, his tone very nearly amused. He was stressed right now, but in his eyes, in his posture, was an obviously smugness. He knew something she didn’t know.
“Are you divorcing me?” She’d done it: the words, those life-changing words, were out in the air between them. Flashing. In neon.
Zack shook his head impatiently. “Come on. Admit it: you -haven’t been happy, either.”
Was that true? At this moment, Sophie wasn’t sure. She was a good mother, an efficient and creative housewife, a good friend . . . but happy? The palms of her hands went damp; she rubbed them on her jeans.
“Is it Lila?” she asked. She sat on a chair across from her husband. If he wanted to, he could reach across and touch her, he could tell her he was sorry, she could suggest they start over . . .
“Does it matter who it is?” Zack countered.
“You could fire Lila, and we could start over,” Sophie offered.
Zack flinched. “I don’t want to fire Lila. I love her. She loves me.”
“Wow.” Sophie recoiled, trying to absorb his words. He was so very far ahead of her in this situation. “Wow, Zack. I don’t know what to say.”
Zack snorted with impatience. “You see how it is with you? Why can’t you cry? Call me names? Throw a book at me?”
Sophie grimaced. “So it’s my fault.”
Zack slumped. Ran his hand through his thick, sandy hair. Leaned toward Sophie, his elbows on his knees, a pose she’d seen so often, the honest man trying to close a deal. “Look, Sophie. I’m not trying to be a monster here. I know Lila’s young. She’s new. You and I have been married for sixteen years and the—the passion, or whatever you want to call it—has faded. You know I don’t want to break anyone’s heart. I don’t want to be the villain.”
“And yet you’re screwing Lila.” Sophie studied her husband’s face, seeing the charm, the force, the concentration he could focus like a raptor on its prey, all of this aimed at her. Once she had admired him for this, adored him for his power. He had changed—or she had. “You say you love her.”
Zack gave Sophie a pleading look. “She makes me feel young again.”
Sophie nodded. “I can understand that.” After a moment, she said, “I don’t want the children hurt.”
“Christ, Sophie, do you think I do?”
No, Sophie thought, Zack wouldn’t want to hurt the children. On the other hand, he never thought of his children unless she prompted him. He had never been a natural family man. She took a deep breath, gathering herself. If Zack was the hunter, Sophie was the mother lion, shielding her cubs. Protecting the family.
This was humiliating, but maybe the right thing to do.
Sophie forced a pleasant tone. “I was planning to discuss this with you—Susie Swenson called yesterday. An old friend of mine from college. She has a summer home on Nantucket she wants to rent out for July and August. They call it the guest cottage, because the main house was next door, but they’ve sold that off and subdivided the land. Whatever, this place sounds like a mansion: six bedrooms, three baths, everything furnished from linens to lobster crackers. I thought it might be good for you and me—and the kids, of course, but especially for you and me. We could walk on the beach. Drink margaritas. Get in touch with each other again.” She watched her husband as she spoke. His eyes did not light up; his face did not brighten.
“How much?” Zack asked, avoiding her eyes.
She named a sum and Zack snorted. “Nantucket.” He shook his head. “No. No, I’m not paying that kind of money.”
“Do you want to go?” She reached across and touched his arm. “Would you like to try again?”
He patted her hand, as if it were the morose muzzle of a clingy old dog, and drew away. “No. And I don’t think it’s fair for you to expect me to spend that much for you and the kids. You and the kids can stay in the house. I’ll move in with Lila.”
“For how long?”
“Well, for good. Now that we’ve gotten it out in the open, I think we should proceed. First, a separation. I’ll move in with Lila while you and I make the arrangements for the divorce.” She observed his eagerness. He was ready to jump out of the chair and leave the house this very moment.
“No, Zack, wait. Give us some time. We’re a family. Maybe—things—will change.” The idea of the house on Nantucket shimmered like a beacon in the dark confusion of her marriage. She’d been dreaming about it ever since Susie called. She wanted this. She needed this. “I’m going to take the kids to Nantucket for July and August.”
Zack bridled. “Where are you going to get the money for that kind of rent?”
Sophie smiled. It was the first time she’d smiled during this conversation. “Aunt Fancy,” she said.
Aunt Fancy’s motto had been: “If I’ve gotta go down, I’m gonna go down in style.” She used the last of her inheritance to buy a new wardrobe and have her hair colored red when her husband left her in 1970 when she was just twenty-four. These changes promptly attracted the attention of Fred Lattimer, a wealthy divorced man twelve years older, who wooed Fancy, married her, and gave her the four children for whom she’d been longing.
Sophie had always admired Aunt Fancy, who lived with so much more flair and gusto than Sophie’s own mother, Hester. Hester’s idea of dressing up was putting on her white coat and stethoscope. Hester could save lives in the emergency room, but she had no sympathy for malingerers. If you wanted a bit of wickedness and fun, you went to Aunt Fancy. For Band-Aids and a healthy meal, you went to Sophie’s mom.
Sophie wished she could now run to Aunt Fancy, who’d probably suggest they go out to a bar together and pick up some men. “If the horse throws you, climb right back on” was another motto of Aunt Fancy’s. She had a lot of mottos.
Fabulous Aunt Fancy had died on her sixtieth birthday while parachuting from an airplane. On the up side, it was exactly the way Fancy Lattimer would have liked to go. But Sophie had counted on her aunt having a long life, serving as a role model and a playmate for Sophie as she got older.
In her will, Aunt Fancy left most of her money—and there was a lot of it—to her four children. But she also left a nice big chunk of money for Sophie to use for what Aunt Fancy called “mad money.”
When Sophie started dating, or what passed for dating at age fifteen, her mother sat her down to discuss birth control. Aunt Fancy had given her a pretty quilted coin purse with a flower-shaped clasp. Inside were tucked two ten-dollar bills.
“When I was growing up,” Aunt Fancy told Sophie, “my mother made certain I carried mad money. All the girls carried mad money, which came in handy if some guy had us out in a car and thought he had us trapped, or if he got fresh during a movie and tried to put his hand up our dress. We always had money for a taxi and a way home back then. It gave us independence.”
Mad money. Sophie was certainly mad at Zack. She was also mad in general—demented, flustered, heartbroken, mentally blitzed, psychologically wacko. Sophie had always been a cautious person, a good girl. The idea of spending her inheritance to rent a house, sight unseen, on Nantucket, a resort island she had only visited on day trips, was downright epic for her.
“I’m going to do it,” Sophie said aloud, to herself as much as to Zack. She left him standing in his office and went off to find her cell before she changed her mind. She phoned Susie.
“Susie, I want the house.”
“Really?” Susie squeaked with surprise. She hesitated. “Look. I have to be honest with you. One of the reasons I don’t want to go through a rental agent is that they will take a big chunk of money for a commission. This year I need all the money I can get, and I don’t want to share it with my spendthrift cousin Ivan. But we can talk about that another time. Another reason I’d like to do this privately is that not many people would rent a place with a family member stuck in the apartment attached to the house.”
“A family member,” Sophie repeated.
“It’s my grandfather, but not the one who bought the property on Nantucket. The other one, Connor Swenson. He moved in this winter after our grandmother died. He’s a nice old guy, perfectly harmless, I promise, but he’s kind of let himself go in his grief. Plus, he was a farmer in Iowa and he totally doesn’t get the whole island thing. I’ve been out to visit him a lot, but he pretty much keeps to himself. He’s not crazy, I swear on my life,” Suzy continued, “but he’s sad and perhaps a bit confused. He’s sort of holed up in the apartment. I can’t ask him to move out.”
“Do you want us to do anything to help him?” asked Sophie. “Buy him groceries, drive him to the library, that sort of thing?”
“Not at all. He brought his old pickup truck. He buys his own groceries, cooks his own food, and as far as I can tell, spends his time watching television, doing jigsaw puzzles, and whittling.”
“Whittling. You know, carving.”
“I didn’t know people still whittled. Does he whistle while he whittles?” Sophie’s mind was all over the place; she was light-headed with excitement.
“So you don’t mind if he’s hanging out back there?” Susie asked.
“I don’t see why,” Sophie said.
Sophie and Susie were friends, so there was no need for any kind of legal contract. Sophie agreed to send Susie a check and Susie said she’d send Sophie the keys and a map to the house.
Aunt Fancy would have approved.
Reading Group Guide
Nancy Thayer on her inspiration for The Guest Cottage
I've lived on Nantucket for over thirty years, and during these years, I’ve come to notice how people—-close friends and new acquaintances—-visit this island and find themselves opening up to new thoughts, new feelings, new people.
What’s the magic spell? Is it the salt air? The sun sparkling on water? The sea breezes? Whatever it is, I’ve watched strangers and friends relax and open up to the world during even a brief vacation.
A good friend of mine once came to the island with her boyfriend for a few days. They swam, lazed on the beach, walked in the gentle waves—-and decided to get married. And they did! Another female friend struck up a conversation with a woman in Mitchell’s Book Corner about a new book on knitting and so began a long and happy—-okay, I have to say it—-closeknit friendship. Like Lacey and Desi in The Guest Cottage, my children grew up meeting kids on the beach and making summer friends who became lifelong friends. Even in the winter, artists, musicians, writers, scholars, and actors come to the island to be refreshed.
I think it’s all about taking a chance, opening our hearts and minds to someone or something new—-or looking again at something old and familiar and discovering a treasure hidden inside.
Sometimes, especially when we’re part of a family, we spend our energy and emotions simply trying to keep what we have safe. Trying not to let things fall apart. And so we unknowingly blind ourselves to anyone new, anything unsettling.
In The Guest Cottage, two families who have suffered losses find themselves living together during a summer on Nantucket. Sophie Anderson and Trevor Black are attracted to each other, but each is afraid to make a mistake, especially since children are involved. So they tread carefully in their new, unexpected relationship, but also learn to open up, for the first time in years, to meeting new people and welcoming change into their lives.
The story of The Guest Cottage isn’t just a romance. Yes, Sophie meets Trevor, but she also meets a cosmopolitan European who shows her another side of life. Yes, Trevor meets Sophie, but he also meets a grandfather and a teenage boy who help him and his small son grow in ways he never expected. Here, in this rented house on a remote island, Sophie rediscovers a part of herself she had locked away and forgotten when she got married. Here, surrounded by new people, Trevor allows himself to grieve deeply for his wife . . . and to forgive himself.
We can’t all travel to idyllic spots to enjoy a couple of months free from our ordinary lives. But we can travel through reading and music and art and simply opening our eyes to something new—or old.
In my new novel, The Island House, two best friends living on Nantucket for the summer look at familiar faces from a fresh angle . . . and discover what their hearts really want.
I discover something new about my life, my thoughts, my dreams every time I write a novel. Someone once wrote, “How do I know what I think until I hear what I have to say?” When we travel to new places, meet new people, encounter new situations, or sit still in a wellknown room putting our thoughts on paper, we find ourselves discovering skills and desires we never knew we had before.
Hidden deep in The Guest Cottage is a throwaway line, a quick image, a blip of a thought. Trevor is back in his neighborhood in Cambridge, walking down familiar streets to his home, noticing on this summery day all the usual realities of his life: coffee shops, residential streets, houses, front yards, and a “slightly worn olivegreen armchair sitting on the curb with a sign pinned to it: free. just take it.” Why not? All sorts of wonderful and revitalizing experiences are waiting for us, if we’re brave enough to stop, look, and take them.
1. On page 80, Sophie thinks to herself, “When one door closes in your life, another door opens. But what if the entire house comes down?” For Sophie and Trevor, a summer in Nantucket holds so much more than fun in the sun. They resolve unfinished business, get to spend time with their kids, and even learn to love again. Do you think any of this would have happened if they hadn’t had to share the guest cottage?
2. Living under the same roof, Sophie and Trevor are forced to compromise. Do you think they’re the better for it? Have you ever thought of a compromise you’ve had to make as an opportunity to grow?
3. Compare Trevor’s and Sophie’s parenting styles. What do you think each of their approaches say about them? What do they do differently? Do you think they learn anything from each other?
4. At Sophie’s dinner party in chapter 19, Connor tells the story of Wooly Bully, a stubborn bull that his wife succeeded in taming on their farm. Why do you think he tells this story to the Andersons and the Blacks?
5. On page 238, Trevor muses that perhaps the traditional family “never existed except on Christmas cards.” Do you agree with Trevor?
6. Similarly, in chapter 32 Trevor’s son, Leo, asks Sophie, “Are you my family?” How do you define family? How do you think it is defined in The Guest Cottage?
7. Sophie admits that she never loved Zack as much as she loved music, and Trevor acknowledges that he was drawn to Tallulah for superficial reasons. Do you think their reasons for marrying the first time were similar or different?
8. On page 204, Trevor observes that sometimes “people marry the wrong people to get the right children.” What do you think about that statement?
9. When Sophie sees the piano in the music room, her dreams of becoming a concert pianist come flooding back to her. Although music has always been her first love, she hasn’t played a note since she froze on stage as a teenager. Why do you think Sophie froze? What do you think enables her to play again?
10. Have you ever rediscovered something you were passionate about? What made you revisit it?
11. Throughout The Guest Cottage, Leo struggles to play the song his mother used to sing to him on the piano. Why do you think Sophie is the one who recognizes the song he is attempting to play?
12. Sophie rents the guest cottage with help from the inheritance left to her by her unsinkable Aunt Fancy. Aunt Fancy was a woman of many mottos. “If I’ve gotta go down, I’m gonna go down in style,” Sophie remembers her saying. Even in memory, she inspires Sophie to love life and take chances. Does Aunt Fancy remind you of anyone who tells you, in one way or another, “If the horse throws you, climb right back on”?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
What a wonderful book! I really enjoyed reading this bookk and found it so hard to put down. The characters were wonderfully portrayed, and went together so well. With Nantucket and the Cape being favoriites of mine, the book was even better. I married into a somewhat same situation, and both families were like this bunch, how fortunate we were. Just looking forward to the next good book from this author.
Let me start with the ending. Oh My Gosh… I swooned, I had tears, I loved it. Have you ever started a book and had a good idea of how it should end? That is how I felt about this book. I knew what I wanted to happen but who knows if the author followed the same thought line. I got to about 75% done and knew I would get nothing else done. On to the story. This story was simple and easy to follow. I feel like that allowed me to really understand the characters and get to know their true feelings. Even when the characters did not know their own feelings, I could see where they were heading. I love that I was not always sure how Sophie and Trevor would work thinks out, but that I was sure that they would. Somehow, someway, and in their own time. The Guest Cottage is a story of families and how their dynamics can change. How the loss, whether in death or divorce, of one family member can tip their world upside down and how the families can come together to make their own happy ending. Watching Trevor try to deal with the death of his wife and how his adorable son is dealing with it, broke my heart. For a son to lose his mother at such a young age is difficult for anyone, much less a dad who doesn’t have much support. Then there was Sophie. I could not believe how strong she was while trying to come to terms with a cheating husband and the possibility of a divorce. She kept herself strong for herself, but mostly for her children. I am not sure I could have done that. This is a great summer read. It is a Feel-Good story. I recommend checking The Guest Cottage out.
This is a fantastic story that absolutely must be included on everyone's beach read list this summer. With great writing, storyline, and characters it was a book I couldn't put down. In this story two people end up renting the same Nantucket house for the summer and show up kids in tow at the same time. Since the house is very large they decide they can make it work and end up having an amazing summer of discovery and growth that will change both families forever. I highly recommend this one to everyone.
Just what I needed! Nicely paced, pleasant and realistic characters, interesting story. Happy to find this author, and will read more of her work.
This is an absolutely wonderful read! Nancy Thayer at her finest! This book is inspiring and true to life. The characters attach themselves to you and you love every minute of it! Writing in graceful prose about matters of the heart, relationships ,the meaning of family,and she does it with such finesse This is a page turner that you will find difficult to put down. I read it in 2 days, I would have finished in 1 if I had the time. The story flows freely from the very first page. The characters are so completely developed and they will fill your heart with hope. I absolutely loved this book! I highly recommend this to everyone who loves a great read. I would like to thank NetGalley and Ballantine books for allowing me the privilege of reading this incredible book. Thank you so much. READ THIS BOOK!
This is the first book I've read by Nancy Thayer and I really enjoyed it. It's about a woman and her two kids and a man and his one kid who end up renting the same vacation house. It goes into the relationships of the two adult individuals and their past/current relationships, friends and relatives. It does have a good ending but you won't get those details here....I won't ruin the ending for anyone. I would have given it 5 stars but there was one thing that bugged me and I don't know why. The woman and man are attracted to each other but he sleeps with one of the woman's friends. It seems like it didn't bother the woman and I think it should have. That just bugged me for some reason. I would recommend this book and look forward to reading more of this author.
Two broken families find their way to each other quite accidently in this wonderful book. The story is engaging from beginning to end. Nancy Thayer has become a favorite of mine. My husband and I honeymooned on Nantucket 15 years ago and her stories always take me back to that quaint, enchanting island.
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THE GUEST COTTAGE is an excellent beach book, with a great setting, and excellent character development, which draws readers using effortless plotting from the first page of this masterfully crafted novel. Beach books should always be easy, fast reads with a great location, and good story lines. You can just smell and taste the salty beach air. It is a perfect book for a laidback, fast read with plenty of pleasure and heartbreak. Family and friends support us through everything life has thrown at us, and they give us the inner strength to move forward through life. It is a beautiful story of unconditional love of family, hope, courage, loss, survival, resiliency, and love. It has a great setting of Nantucket. It keeps you galvanized throughout the story, wanting more and more until the very end. Nancy Thayer pens the some of the best beach books.
I just finished reading The Guest Cottage by Nancy Thayer. Sophie Anderson is thirty-six years old and lives in Boston with her husband, Zach along with their two children (Lacey who is ten and Jonah who is fifteen). Zach is an architect who always seems to be busy working. It comes as a surprise to Sophie when Zach wants a divorce. He has fallen in love with a woman from his office (explains all the hours at work). Sophie had received an officer to rent a house in Nantucket for two months from her friend, Susie Swenson (she co-owns a house with her cousin, Ivan). Sophie decides to take the money her Aunt Fancy left her and rent the house. She needs to get away and think. Zach refuses to go and moves out of the house (in with girlfriend). Sophie takes the kids (who do not know about the father moving out and wanting a divorce) to Nantucket. Trevor Black (he is thirty) lives in Boston and has recently lost his wife. His son, Leo is having a hard time coping. Since Trevor can work anywhere there is an internet connection (he develops and maintains websites), he decides to get away for two months. He gets a great opportunity when a friend, Ivan Swenson offers to let him rent his house in Nantucket (you can see where this is going). Trevor arrives at the house to find Sophie and her children. The two decide to stay in the house (it is a big house). As Trevor and Sophie get to know each other, love develops. But are either of them ready for a new relationship? The Guest Cottage is a sweet book that would make a great beach read. I got a little frustrated with Sophie at times (she needed to develop a backbone), but overall I liked the characters. Nantucket sounds just lovely. What a great place to spend the summer. The writing is easy, breezy (nice conversational style) which makes the book very easy to read. The book is a little sappy but it is a romance novel. There seems to be a huge focus on age. Sophie is six years older than Trevor and she makes a huge deal about it. Then there is the vegetables. I got tired of the writer making a point of the children eating right. Making sure they had a lot of vegetables and fruit. This had to have been mentioned at a minimum six times (I stopped counting after that). I did not understand the focus on correct eating in a romance novel. The ending is sweet and wraps up all the storylines quite nicely. I give The Guest Cottage 3 out of 5 stars. I received a complimentary copy The Guest Cottage in exchange for an honest review.
I enjoyed the plot. It's lighthearted and sweet. But it felt like there some aspects, like 6 year age difference in characters that were awkwardly forced upon the reader.
It's a good sign when I remember the story a few months later. Of course it was nothing too deep. Just a nice story about family and new found love. Could have used a little more passion!
This book was boring, predictable and since this seems to be the best she can write, i will bypass this author.
For me this is definitely not Nancy Thayer at her best. The book was predictable, not much substance or depth. Wish I had checked it out at local library and saved my money.
What a great way to kick off the official start of summer, Memorial Day weekend. Thayer's story make take place on what has become a very common setting for her, but with a fresh take. Two scatterbrained cousins rent out their shared summer home to two different people. Sophie Anderson, facing separation and divorce from long time husband, takes her two children to Nantucket for some space. Trevor Black, whose young son is still recovering from the death of his mother, seeks solace and routine to help Leo reconnect with life. When they both show up at the same cottage (complete with whittling grandfather in a separate apartment) the stage is set. Not a lot of surprises here, but good storytelling for a fun summer book.