Now that Labor Day has come and gone and our Northern friends have started school, summer is officially over. Okay, so we know that it’s technically not over until September 22, 2013, but for all practical purposes, the season of beach reading is good and done. But, if you still want one last quick summer read, look no further than”The Summer My Life Began” by Shannon Greenland. It is an ideal end- of-summer selection to keep you warm and breezy a little bit longer.
A great summer beach read filled with sunshine, cooking, and—of course—romance!
Elizabeth Margaret–better known as Em–has always known what her life would contain: an internship at her father’s firm, a degree from Harvard, and a career as a lawyer. The only problem is, it’s not what she wants. So when she gets the opportunity to get away and spend a month with the aunt she never knew, she jumps at the chance. While there, Em learns that her family has some pretty significant secrets. And then there’s Cade, the laid-back local surfer boy who seems to be everything Em isn’t. Naturally, she can’t resist him, and as their romance blossoms, Em feels that for the first time ever, she is really living life on her own terms
Shannon Greenland’s summer romance novel is F-U-N fun. It has everything you expect, and there are no real surprises, but for a quick and easy read, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Even if the plot is pretty predictable, waiting for all the storylines to unfold is still enjoyable. This is a great way to end the summer before teens get too engrossed in having to read books from a syllabus or the course loads get too overwhelming. And if you’re an adult, then it’s a good way to extend the beachy reads as long as you can.
Elizabeth Margaret, Em, is the “perfect” child in a “perfect” family. She’s always done what’s
demanded expected of her, but when she’s suddenly invited to spend the summer with an aunt she never knew existed, at her Bed and Breakfast on a dreamy Outer Banks island, she’s determined to get away and do what she wants for the very first time. The possibilities are endless for her: She can cook without hiding it from her mother (who snobbishly disapproves of such a domestic hobby; that’s what the housekeeper is for!), she might even have a summer romance (like her sister keeps telling her to). All that Em wants is one last hurrah before a prestigious internship at her father’s law firm and then going off to her first year at Harvard (where else?).
When she arrives at the Outer Banks island where her Aunt Tilly lives (we imagined it’s Ocracoke — Sandie and my favorite OBX island), she not only finds time to relax, she reconnects with her amazing (if inexplicably estranged) aunt, makes new friends and naturally has a summer romance (with the gorgeous care taker at her Aunt’s B&B!). Em also discovers that there are some family secrets that she hopes to finally uncover. “The Summer My Life Began” explores issues of family, friendship, love, and like all good coming-of-age stories, what it means to be true to yourself. So before you delve into all of those wonderful, big and involved novels coming out this month, spare some time for a brisk and sweet summer book!
“At some point we finished and went for a long walk in the sand. We picked up shells, laughed, and talked. Before I knew it, the sun was going down and we went back to the van. We lay side by side, stretched out on the blanket. When the sun dropped completely below the horizon, we let the moon illuminate us.”
“She raised her sad blue eyes to mine. “It’s going to be so boring here without you. And I’m going to have to deal with Grandmother on my own! You need to e-mail, text, call, send smoke signals–whatever–and tell me everything you’re doing.” I laughed. “Yes, I know. Every day. I promise.”
“We drove under the beautiful archway of bright red flowers growing on thick green vines that I had seen on the Pepper House’s website. We circled around a stone fountain with four carved goats spouting water from their mouths. Cade stopped the van in front of a Mediterranean-style whitewashed stone house covered in more beautiful red flowers. He turned the key and silence filled the cab. “Here we are,” he said, flinging open his door and getting out of the van. I sat for a moment and smiled. Here I am.”