A friend recently sent me an old photo she took of me writing. It’s a startling picture, and not just because of my 1990s Big Hair or the typewriter with reams of computer paper spitting out of it. No, what’s shocking to me is how oblivious I am in this picture to everything beyond the
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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