”An older woman had come to join her, and stood next to her, her age-marked hands holding tight to the railing.“Yes, several times, actually, for about ten years,” Courtney replied. ”The deeply tanned creases of the woman’s face readjusted themselves as she smiled. My parents left me their house, and my husband and children and I summered here. We were roommates at Smith, became good friends, and I’ve just fallen into the habit of visiting a lot.” Even as she spoke the words, Courtney could hear the style, the blasé cadence of the Vickerey family: I’ve just fallen into the habit . And after all, look at what had happened: even though she was from little ol’ Emporia, Kansas, she’d been accepted by one of the finest women’s colleges, Smith College, in Massachusetts.This summer our grandchildren are visiting.”“How lucky you are,” Courtney said wistfully. ”Courtney paused before admitting, “With the Vickereys on the cliff.”“The Vickereys! Even better, best of all, her roommate was Robin Vickerey, who became Courtney’s dearest friend. They weren’t geeks, but they didn’t do quite as many stupid things as the other girls in their dorm.
Was there room for any humanity amid all this spectacle? Besides the hit songs — and she’s got a lot of them — the key to Pink’s popularity stretching over nearly two decades now, is the way she projects realness, a sense that she’s by no means a processed pop star (even though she regularly works with assembly-line hit makers like the Scandinavian songwriters Max Martin and Shellback).
Appropriately enough, because there was little that Pink did in South Philadelphia that wasn’t worthy of an exclamation point. That was only the beginning of her can-she-top-this? Compared with the final trick of the tour — named after Pink’s seventh studio album, which came out in November — that was safe-seeming stuff.
Later, she and one of her eight dancers — who were no more hard-bodied than Pink, who, shall we say, is rather ripped — were suspended in the air Cirque du Soleil-style three stories or so above the crowd.
And the sexy, stunningly handsome, untouchable James—to Courtney’s dismay—may be in love with a beautiful and vibrant local artist. ”—Bookish Devices“A touching story about friendship, family, and the uncertainty of love.”—Bustle Praise for Nancy Thayer The Guest Cottage“A sweet book with romance, laughter, and love after loss . This wonderful beach read packs a punch.”—Library Journal Island Girls “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 New York Times bestselling author of The Island House, 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. 1Courtney always took the slow ferry to Nantucket at the beginning of the summer.
As the summer unfolds, a crisis escalates, surprising truths are revealed, and Courtney will at last find out where her heart and her future lie. The characters are complex and their struggles and concerns feel real. It was a sort of ritual for her, watching Hyannis with its docks, wharves, beach houses, and sailboats slide slowly into the background until the ship was surrounded by water, with no land in sight.
Now a college English professor in Kansas City, Courtney is determined to experience one more summer in this sun-swept paradise.