In an effort to escape hurt, BJ Stevens left her life in the big city and career as an architect to make a new home with new direction in Hope Harbor, Oregon.
Partner-track attorney Eric Nash is heading back home to Hope Harbor.
When Eric and BJ's worlds collide--literally--can BJ see past Eric's big-city persona and livelihood and can Eric alter his life plan for love?
This is the second book I've read by Irene Hannon and the second in the Hope Harbor series. In this installment, we get to revisit Charley, the town taco maker and artist, the bantering between Father Kevin and Reverend Baker, Floyd and Gladys, the resident seagulls, and Tracey and Michael, whom we met in "Hope Harbor".
BJ and Eric's story line is supported with another story line about Eleanor and Luis. Eleanor and Luis both deal with the struggles of being alone, being useful, and having purpose. However, each story is vastly different in how alone, useful, and purpose are played out.
All main characters have a complexity to them and the book moves at a steady pace in revealing the layers to each character.
Overall, I preferred this installment better than "Hope Harbor". Mainly because the circumstances that brought the main characters didn't involve a death and the pace was a little faster. My only complaint is that it ended to abruptly. I would have liked to see Eric's struggle and decision play out a little more.
I give this a 4 out of 5 stars.
(This book was given to my by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.)
Thursday, June 30, 2016
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Roscoe
A good walking buddy and awesome frisbee catcher! Life cut short by a brain tumor.
Tuffy
If ever there was a candidate for Dog Heaven, it would be Tuff. Tuff was put to rest December 7, 2012. At almost 14 years old, he threw the longevity curve for dogs of his breed-makeup and size. He battled 2 types of cancer and Cushing's Disease as well as arthritis. Faithful to the end and never grumpy, depite the constant care and nagging from me. Always the protector, gentleman and companion--you will be sorely missed by all who had the opportunity to know you.
Cranky Thomas
Ever wonder why it's called "Life On CT Farm"? The horse you see in the pictures is Cranky Thomas, a registered quarter horse gelding. He was born May 5, 1980 in Galion, Alabama and passed away August 3, 2004 on CT Farm--his farm. He originally belonged to my husband, but I adopted him and I think he adopted me. We competed together in contest classes at local horse shows. But, an old injury finally slowed him down and I retired him in 2000. He was a loving and patient being that I completely trusted and admired. There will never be another like him, never. He meant so much to me that I named our farm after him as well as my company, Cranky T. LLC. He's gone now, but is still with me and now you.
