Sarah Crouch. Middletide. USA: Atria Books/Simon & Schuster, 2024.
Our protagonist Elijah Leith once aspired to be a writer, leaving home for big city life and education; his career goal crushed his promise to meet his teenage love Nakita in precisely four years. It's actually fifteen years and one critically trashed book (he titled it Middletide) later, that he returns to Point Orchards; he wants only to sequester himself as a failure. Page after page is devoted to Elijah's solitary renovation of the dilapidated family cabin, cultivating a garden, and loving his natural environment. Riveting, it's not. Details of building a woodpile or coaxing eggs from his chickens or clearing a trail to the secret lake where he used to meet Nakita—are way TMI for establishing what a sincere, boring person he is. Although he thinks of Nakita constantly, with guilt, but also hope, it's another few years before he meets her—by accident. Lack of spirit or action in this regard has the guy looking like a total loser.
The story unfolds in time segments before, during, and after Elijah settles in. But not in chronological order! At times he works for his father's old friend Chitto as a garage mechanic. Nakita is still mourning the sudden loss of her husband Kailen on the Squalomah Rez, not ready to resume a relationship. In the present day (1994) local Sheriff Godbout is dealing with the apparent suicide of the town's Dr. Erin Landry. Found hanging at the secret lake few people know about, her motivation seemed to be grief over her little daughter killed in a car crash. But! Godbout receives a copy of Elijah's novel anonymously, and its plot mirrors exactly what happened to Erin. Finally, mystery! Rejected by Nakita, Elijah had been dating Erin.
Messing with the sequence of events was irritating, while also my disbelief suffered from discrepancies such as an ensuite master bedroom in a humble cabin. Or the prosecution lawyer at Elijah's trial getting away with lecturing witnesses. Is the "lake" salt water? Aren't trout freshwater fish? The dizzy chronology makes this book a challenge.
Bits
▪ He should have at least spent some time figuring out what to say to her. What if she was still furious that he had left? (65)
▪ "You're not the eighteen-year-old kid that broke my daughter's heart anymore, are you?" (68)
▪ "Look at that, blood and all, just like in the book." (85)
▪ He was making enough money to afford groceries, but homesteading was in his blood now, an addiction just like writing. (89)
▪ His novel would be a love letter to this land he had reclaimed, the land of his youth, the land of his redemption. (133)
▪ She had as many land mines as he did. More. They both had far too much baggage. (156)
▪ "I hate that woman, and you knew that. What's wrong with you?!" (201)
▪ At the very bottom of the pile was the photograph he was looking for, and he held it up to the light, his heart thudding wildly in his chest. (228)
▪ It never dulled, her rage at his effortless way of walking through the world like nothing bad ever happened to him. (231)
Robinne Lee. The Idea of You. USA: St. Martin's Press, 2017.
It was on my reading list: mature woman falls for rock star in boy band—what's not to be interested in? Book and film generated a lot of hype that sucked me in, because it seems to lack any element of mystery or crime. So there's thirty-nine-year-old Solène Marchand taking her twelve-year-old daughter Isabelle and friends to a rock concert by British band August Moon. Reluctantly, after her ex-husband defaulted at the last minute. The girls, and thousands like them, enjoy screaming their hearts out to Solène's tolerant amusement. Upon meeting the five band members, Isabelle's huge crush on their leader Hayes Campbell is clear but he subtly hits on Solène. Intrigued, she responds to his follow-up and then it's assignations with him in various cities during the band's long tour. Solène is close to her daughter but must keep the relationship secret to avoid hurting her.
Hayes is very likeable as well as magnetically attractive. In fact, the relationship has solid promise despite the constant distracting hordes of fans and media attention. Hayes has trouble understanding Solène's wish to keep it all private. Uh-oh, I'm skipping ... skipping ... skipping pages. Basically it's a lot of soft porn and that's not what I'm here for. Isabelle indeed learns of her mother's not-so-covert-anymore affair; coupled with her dad's plan to re-marry, the girl is devastated. I'll say no more, but the age-gap message is well-handled in how it affects everyone involved. It's Solène's story—Solène, juggling her professional career as art curator—and she shares every emotional detail. Will we always be hung up by older women with younger men whereas the reverse for men has long been accepted with scarcely a wink-wink?
So I didn't read the entire bulk of it. I read enough. It is entertaining.
Bits
▪ And while three years of accidental celibacy had been oftentimes miserable, I was not going to jump into bed with a rock star half my age because he'd winked at me at an after-party. I was not going to be a cliché. (14)
▪ Was this how he did it? The seducing? Subtle, effective, complete. (34)
▪ "It means that unless you want to be on all the blogs tomorrow, you should probably leave before me." (35)
▪ He was a vision: smooth, creamy skin; broad shoulders; taut abs; sculpted arms. Flawless. So this was what twenty looked like. (42)
▪ It became apparent that this, whatever it was we were doing, would never truly be just the two of us. So long as he was in August Moon, Hayes was someone I would share with the world. (83)
▪ He reached for my hand then, stilling me, his eyes intense. "This thing ... us ... It's more than I expected." (131)
▪ "You still haven't told her? Solène, what are you waiting for?" (201)
▪ I had managed to tune it all out while composing work emails from my spot in the corner. It had come to be my ritual: attempting to run a business from backstage. (333)