Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The Peach Keeper by Sarah Addison Allen

The Peach Keeper by Sarah Addison Allen is a wonderful book. Set in North Carolina without too much of a "deep south" feel to it, The Peach Keeper chronicles the journey of two women both trying to find themselves in a small community that previously defined them.  My favorite lines from the book were:

"She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just 
trying to be friends with the wrong people."

I think these lines hit me so hard because as an adult, it is often challenging to find your niche, your people. When young, one is submersed in opportunities to make friends. Schools, clubs, sports, etc...provide the foundation for friendship and development of one's personality. But, as an adult, personalities are so defined and time is so limited that friendships are difficult to foster, even among group opportunities like church, work, bookclubs, etc.. What's important is seeking a connection of commonality, not just who or what they were in their past life. Just because you were a cheerleader in high school doesn't mean we'll be fast friends now. As adults we make choices about our lives through marriage, relationships, parenting (or the choice NOT to parent and the number of children you choose to parent), and expectations of friends.  This book really brought to light for me the concept of making friends as an adult. 

The Book:
Willa Jackson has returned to the town of Walls of Water, NC after the death of her father. She's opened a hiking/outdoorsy store for the tourists that like to visit the hiking trials located near by. Within her store, there is also a coffee shop run by her friend Rachel. Together, the girls have a pretty solid business going. But, Willa's life is incomplete. She lives as she thinks she should now because she was a prankster in high school. Wednesday night is laundry night, Friday night is vacuuming night. Things are neat and orderly and this is how she wants them to be; but is that enough?

Paxton Osgood is also a woman trying to find herself again. She is the "society" lady, raised to take over the local charity association. But, she is starting to feel like the society is more about patting their own backs and not really about helping others. She struggles with her role in this club and through a series of events, learns more about herself.

Throughout the novel, the lives of Willa and Paxton are intertwined dating back to their grandmothers lives many years ago. The journey these two women take, through love, life, and a little super-natural activity leads them to their true selves; who they were destined to be.

The Review:
Sarah Addison Allen does a wonderful job of creating the life of the women in this novel. Her characterization of both the men and women in this story are intriguing. A reader can find their literary counterpart in at least one or more personas exhibited in the book.

The discussion of architecture and nature are both grounded and whimsical. In the mind's eye, you can see the grand historic home, feel the movement of the tree, taste the coffee in the shop, and almost smell the sweetness of the peach. Allen writes in a way that draws a reader into the story, she makes you want to stay up late and finish the book regardless of your mental state tomorrow.

She creates a wonderfully understated concept of magic; it's believable without being too heavy. This idea of the supernatural weaves itself comfortably throughout the plot, but it's never overbearing. I found the simple notion of a spirit to be endearing and tale-telling.

The bonds of friendship are written with fault, not in the writing, but in truth of friendship. Allen sends a powerful message about the trials and triumphs of having a true confidant in one's life. Lessons are taken to and from the grave and each one makes a strong impact on the reader. Not only is friendship well defined, but also romantic relationships. The courtships are wholesome and natural, nothing over the top or inappropriate. Each couple is grounded in a depth of truly knowing one another to create an atmosphere the reader trusts wholly.

This book is a great piece to have in your collection, it envelopes both romance and suspense - a thrilling and chilling combination.

The novel is complete at 273 pages for the actual reading time and published by Bantam Books, a division of Random House. My edition included a reader's group guide with thoughtful questions about the plot, characters, and motives.

The Author:
Sarah Addison Allen is not a newcomer, she's just new to me. She's written several best-selling novels to include being on the New York Times Best Selling Author list. She has three other published books: The Garden Spells, The Sugar Queen, and The Girl Who Chases the Moon (and I intend to read each one of them).   Her next novel, Lost Lake is due out in 2013 and I cannot wait to read it!


I've included in this review an excerpt from the book taken from her website, http://www.sarahaddisonallen.com/the_peach_keeper.html  I highly recommend to anyone looking for a light and thoughtful read, the story is sincere and simple; an excellent Sunday afternoon book to get lost in .

Happy Reading!

The Peach Keeper
Chapter 1 Excerpt
The day Paxton Osgood took the box of heavy-stock, foil-lined envelopes to the post office, the ones she'd had a professional calligrapher address, it began to rain so hard the air turned as white as bleached cotton.   By nightfall, rivers had crested at flood stage and, for the first time since 1936, the mail couldn't be delivered.   When things began to dry out, when basements were pumped free of water and branches were cleared from yards and streets, the invitations were finally delivered, but to all the wrong houses.   Neighbors laughed over fences, handing the misdelivered pieces of mail to their rightful owners with comments about the crazy weather and their careless postman.   The next day, an unusual number of people showed up at the doctor's office with infected paper cuts, because the envelopes had sealed, cement like, from the moisture.   Later, the single-card invitations themselves seemed to hide and pop back up at random.   Mrs. Jameson's invitation disappeared for two days, then reappeared in a bird's nest outside.   Harper Rowley's invitation was found in the church bell tower, Mr. Kingsley's in his elderly mother's garden shed. 

If anyone had been paying attention to the signs, they would have realized that air turns white when things are about to change, that paper cuts mean there's more to what's written on the page than meets the eye, and that birds are always out to protect you from things you don't see. 

But no one was paying attention.   Least of all Willa Jackson. 

The envelope sat untouched on the back counter of Willa's store for over a week.   She picked it up curiously when it had been delivered with the other mail, but then she'd dropped it like it had burned her as soon as she'd recognized what it was.   Even now, when she walked by it, she would throw a suspicious glance its way. 

"Open it already," Rachel finally said with exasperation that morning.   Willa turned to Rachel, who was standing behind the coffee bar across the store.   She had short dark hair and, in her capris and sport tank, looked like she was ready to go climb a large rock.   No matter how many times Willa told her she didn't actually have to dress in the clothes the store sold - Willa herself rarely deviated from jeans and boots - Rachel was convinced she had to represent. 

"I'm not going.   No need to open it," Willa said, deciding to take on the mundane task of folding the new stock of organic tee shirts, hoping it would help her ignore the strange feeling that came over her every time she thought of that invitation, like a balloon of expectation expanding in the center of her body.   She used to feel this way a lot when she was younger, right before she did something really stupid.   But she thought she was past all of that.   She'd padded her life with so much calm that she didn't think anything could penetrate it.   Some things, apparently, still could. 

Rachel made a tsking sound.   "You're such an elitist." 

That made Willa laugh.   

"Explain to me why not opening an invitation to a gala thrown by the richest women in town makes me elitist." 

"You look at everything they do with disdain, like they're just too silly to be believed."
"I do not ." 

"Well, it's either that, or you're repressing a secret desire to be one of them," Rachel said as she put on a green apron with Au Naturél Sporting Goods and Café embroidered on it in yellow script. 

Rachel was eight years younger than Willa, but Willa had never written off Rachel's opinions as those of just another twenty-two-year-old who thought she knew everything.   Rachel had lived a vagabond and bohemian life, and she knew a lot about human nature.   The only reason she had settled in Walls of Water, for now, was because she'd fallen in love with a man here.   Love, she always said, changes the game. 

But Willa didn't want to get into what she did or didn't feel about the rich families in town.   Rachel had never spent more than a few months in any one place growing up.   Willa had lived here almost her whole life.   She inherently understood the mysterious social dynamics of Walls of Water; she just didn't know how to explain them to people who didn't.   

So Willa asked the one question she knew would distract Rachel.   "What's on the menu today?   It smells fantastic." 

"Ah.   Excellent stuff, if I do say so myself.   Trail mix with chocolate-covered coffee beans, oatmeal cookies with coffee icing, and espresso brownies."   She gestured like a game-show hostess to the snacks in the glass case under the counter. 

Almost a year ago, Willa had let Rachel take over the previously-closed coffee bar in the store and gave her the go-ahead to put snacks that had coffee as an ingredient on the menu.   It had turned out to be a great idea.   Walking into the shop in the mornings was actually a pleasure now.   Being met by the sharp scent of chocolate mingling with the moist scent of brewing coffee had a dark, secretive feel to it, like Willa had finally found the perfect place to hide. 

Willa's store, which specialized in organic sportswear, was on National Street, the main road leading to the entrance of Cataract National Forest, widely known for its beautiful waterfalls, in the heart of North Carolina's Blue Ridge Mountains.   All the shops catering to the hikers and campers were located here, in one long, busy stretch.   And it was here that Willa had finally found her niche, if it could be called that.   Truthfully, she didn't care much for hiking or camping or any of the outdoorsy stuff that sustained the town, but she was so much more comfortable with the other shop owners and the people new to town than she was with the people she knew in her youth.   If she had to be here, this was where she belonged, not with the glittery townies. 

The stores were housed in old buildings that had been built more than a century ago, when Walls of Water was just a tiny logging town.   The ceilings were pierced tin, and the floors were nail-worn and lemony.   With the slightest pressure, they creaked and popped like an old woman's bones, which was how Willa knew Rachel had approached her. 

She turned and saw Rachel extending the dreaded envelope.   "Open it." 

Willa reluctantly took it.   It was thick and rich, and felt like cashmere paper.   Just to get Rachel off her back, she tore it open.   The moment she did, the bell above the door rang, and they both looked up to see who it was. 

But no one was there.



1 comment:

  1. I already know that I love Sarah Addison Allen's writing, so really it is just a case of exactly how much I love this book in particular! I just picked it up from the library, and after reading your review I have just realised exactly what I am going to do with my Friday night at home alone!

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