@GoddessFish, @hotchoc84 (Charlotte),
Every family has its secrets, and the March family is no exception.
For the March sisters, Match Made in Devon, the bridal shop opened and run by their parents, was a real-world representation of what true love was all about. But for eldest sister Alexandra that kind of perfection has always seemed unreachable.
Alex has spent over fifteen years in Boston, building up an impenetrable shell of confidence and taking control over her own destiny. If there’s anything missing from her life, it isn’t important anyway. But with her mother’s unexpected death Alex is forced to leave her life in the big city behind and return to her hometown of Devon…and a past she’s been running from for years.
As the March sisters try to salvage the bridal shop their parents loved, Alex is forced to confront her painful past and the real reason she left Devon so many years ago…including childhood sweetheart Jonah Dufort.
The book is on sale for $0.99
Weddings don’t wait for death; you have to get on with the living.
That’s what Alexandra March’s mother would have said had she not been in the earth beneath her feet. Fat, ambitious blades of grass tangled and clawed from the dirt, dusted with the rarest of phenomenon in lower Mississippi: snow.
Hell had, in fact, frozen over.
Beside her, Alex’s sister Charlotte mined her purse for a tissue and settled on one of those congealed bundles that only mothers ignore. Six weeks on and she still unraveled. Alex supposed it was what came from being the youngest, the one who didn’t get out of town, the one who dutifully fit brides into their dresses at the family bridal shop, Match Made in Devon, even though that dream had been their mother’s happily ever after. Charlotte was also the one who had walked through the front door of their childhood home one week before Christmas—as she had nearly every day for the past thirty-five years—saw Mama’s red boots on the linoleum at all the wrong angles and dropped two dozen eggs at once. Heart attack, they said. Alex knew better. Had there been such a thing as functional-grief syndrome, Stella Irene March would have died from it. Maybe it would have taken them all.
“The flowers are beautiful,” Alex said.
Daisies dyed artificial purple. A clearance-rack bridesmaid’s dress against a landscape of virgin lace. Slipped into the tubular stone appendage Charlotte insisted they add to their parents’ tombstone as a flower receptacle. It looks like an erection, Alex had whispered in her sister’s ear at the funeral home over their ala carte grief menu, to which Charlotte had promptly pressed a well-aimed heel into the leather toe of Alex’s Guiseppe Beneventi boot.
“They’re hideous. All they had at the F—F—oooood Saver.” Charlotte’s thick drawl navigated her grief like a hummingbird landing in molasses. “Said delivery drivers got wind of the snow and turned right back toward Alabama.”
Alex put a stiff arm around her sister. At the gesture, Charlotte disintegrated into grand, hiccupping gasps. Wet bubbles of words that required subtitles. Alex pulled her close, rested her cheek against her sister’s chilled, blonde strands. Charlotte was dressed in thin layers, a reluctance to accept the cold bite of snow. She had always been like that. Believing in something to make it so. Ill-prepared for what the world outside Devon brought her but always warm, like summer. Unlike Alex, who was nothing but winter inside.
4 out of 5 (very good)
Independent Reviewer for Archaeolibrarian - I Dig Good Books!
Hits you right in the heart.
Although written from different characters view points, this is definitely Alex's story.
It's beautiful, poignant and a little heartbreaking - a winning combination. I always love a story that pulls me in and makes me feel.
Alex is my favourite character (aside from sweet little Isabel). She's smart and a bit broken, the kind of broken that love, understanding and family can fix. I ache for her to be happy.
I like that the town is exactly how I'd expect a town of that area to be. Close knit, community drive.....nosey! It helps keep things fresh and including the 'mature' ladies of the community to help being the past out of hiding is really nice.
This is an ideal relaxing weekend or slow burn evening read.
It may bring a tear to your eye, it's worth it, it's beautiful....
** same worded review will appear elsewhere **
* A copy of this book was provided to me with no requirements for a review. I voluntarily read this book, and the comments here are my honest opinion. *
Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found HERE