Belle Prater is gone. No one knows how. No one knows why. She’s just gone, leaving her husband and her boy, Woodrow, in a little cabin in the backwoods.
So Woodrow Prater goes to live with his grandparents in town, and right next door is his cousin, Gypsy Arbutus Leemaster.
Life for Gypsy and Woodrow seems golden and great — despite the mysteries that surround both of them. And someday, their secrets are going to come out.
Gypsy’s secrets…about her dead father.
Woodrow’s secrets…about Belle Prater’s disappearance.
After reading it, (and, speaking as an author) I felt it was the sort of book I would write myself.
I enjoyed the easy, flowing prose, the deep, round characters, and the gentle, but hardly calm, story line. It’s a typical story, with not so typical characters or outcome. The reader’s left guessing details until the last minute — and it’s those details we so desperately want the answers to.
It’s a smooth book, not knuckle whitening or thrilling, but written with depth and understanding. You’ll finish this book, but it will stay on your mind. Personally, I loved the style, the first-person account, the description, and the vibrant characters. The novel is stuffed with different lessons for life, but none are too overpowering, nor overplayed.
Don’t be fooled. Even if Woodrow’s mother has disappeared, he isn’t the only one hurting from past events. Gypsy has secrets she won’t tell either — secrets she won’t let go of…