In an idyllic small-town neighborhood, a near tragedy triggers a series of dark revelations.
From the outside, Sycamore Glen, North Carolina, might look like the perfect all-American neighborhood. But behind the white picket fences lies a web of secrets that reach from house to house.
Up and down the streets, neighbors quietly bear the weight of their own pasts – until an accident at the community pool upsets the delicate equilibrium. And when tragic circumstances compel a woman to return to Sycamore Glen after years of self-imposed banishment, the tangle of the neighbors’ intertwined lives begins to unravel.
During the course of a sweltering summer, long-buried secrets are revealed, and the neighbors learn that it’s impossible to really know those closest to us. But is it impossible to love and forgive them?
In a pretty suburban neighborhood in the South, the neighbors know too little about each other and (sometimes) too much. According to the description, this is a book about secrets. There ARE secrets in the middle-class enclave of Sycamore Glen, NC. Old ones and newer ones; important and trivial. Some are deep, dark secrets and some are the kind of secrets that people think they’ve kept under wraps until something happens that makes them realize that everyone knew all along. The smooth surface of social intercourse must be maintained and sometimes pretending not to notice what’s right in front of your nose is…
Quick and pleasant read. Page-turning. I picked this book as my August Kindle First read. Without giving anything away, I will try to review the novel.Â
A Book I Wish Were Longer After a miserable experience with July’s Kindle First selection, I was tempted to pass August by. But the title of this book caught my attention, and it was as far removed from historical fiction–or in the last case, hysterical fiction–as I could find.Â