‘It was a beautiful, breezy, yellow-and-green afternoon…’
This is the way Abby Whitshank always begins the story of how she and Red fell in love that summer’s day in 1959. The whole family on the porch, half-listening as their mother tells the same tale they have heard so many times before.
From that porch we spool back through the generations, witnessing the events, secrets and unguarded moments that have come to define the family. From Red’s father and mother, newly arrived in Baltimore in the 1920s, to Abby and Red’s grandchildren carrying the family legacy boisterously into the twenty-first century – four generations of Whitshanks, their lives unfolding in and around the sprawling, lovingly worn Baltimore house that has always been their home…
I find this a difficult review to write- did I enjoy this book? Yes I did. Was I disappointed by this book? Yes I was.
I was happily following the fortunes of the Whitshank family when all of a sudden, with absolutly no warning it stopped abruptly, completely changed tack on me and jumped back in time to start at the beginning of Abby and Red’s tale. It felt like a diffent story.
I wanted more about the Whitshank family as they were now, what was going on in Denny’s mysterious life, how would Stem cope with the things he had discovered, even moving forward in time with Stem, Nora and their boys would have frlt like a continuation of the story. instead I am left feeling like someone has just pulled the rug out from under me.
I’m afraid I lost interest at that point which is a shame as I’d loved the first half. Maybe I’ll try again another time.