Recently I was listening to a Fresh Air interview with actress Rachel Bloom, best known as the co-creator of the TV series Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. When asked what kind of future she most hopes for her daughter, Bloom said, “I want her to feel as fulfilled as anyone can in the terror that is existence.” That
An emotional and rich new novel about family and secrets from the acclaimed author of Chance Harbor.
The ties of family bind us forever—no matter how far we may go to escape them...
The Bradford sisters are famous in Rockport, Massachusetts: for their beauty, their singing voices, their legendary ancestors, and their elegant mother, Sarah, who has run the historic Folly Cove Inn alone ever since her husband disappeared.
The two youngest sisters, Anne and Elly, fled Folly Cove as soon as they could to pursue their dreams and escape the Bradford name, while Laura stayed and created a seemingly picture perfect life. After a series of bad decisions, Anne has no choice but to come home and face her critical mother and oldest sister, reluctantly followed by Elly, another Bradford woman who’s hiding something.
As the three sisters plan a grand celebration for their mother’s birthday, they struggle to maintain the illusions about their lives that they’ve so carefully crafted. But when painful old wounds reopen and startling family secrets are revealed, they soon discover that even the seemingly unbreakable bonds of sisterhood can be tested...
"An emotional page-turner that delves deep into the complexities of family, Holly Robinson’s FOLLY COVE follows the Bradfords – a New England family with plenty of secrets – as they search for love, forgiveness, and second chances."
– Karma Brown, Bestselling author of Come Away with Me
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As I write this, Prince Edward Island is still in recovery mode after Hurricane Fiona washed out roads and bridges, collapsed barns and houses, uprooted thousands of trees, and left ninety percent of islanders without power. We were headed there at the same time Fiona was wending her way north and had to turn around.
Things move slowly on an island. By the time we actually stepped inside the house we’d bought sight unseen on Prince Edward Island (See Part I here), it was late October. The intervening weeks had given me time to hear lots of people tell me I was crazy. “How could you buy a house you’ve