The Summer List
‘An evocative tale of family, first love, and the unique and lasting gift of a friendship formed in girlhood.’ Meg Donohue, USA Today bestselling authorA breathtaking secret that will change everything…As young girls, Laura and Casey were inseparable in their small California lakeside town, playing scavenger hunts under the starry skies all summer long. Until one night, when a shocking betrayal shatters their friendship seemingly forever…But after seventeen years away, the past is impossible to escape and Laura returns home. Tthis time, a bittersweet trail of clues leads brings back her most cherished memories with Casey. Yet just as the game brings Laura and Casey back together, the clues unravel a stunning secret that threatens to tear them apart…Readers love Amy Mason Doan:“Beautifully descriptive, THE SUMMER LIST by Amy Mason Doan will transport you to a setting of such beauty that it will take your breath away.”“The writing is beautiful, the pacing is great and the story flows seamlessly”“Can't wait to have my book group read so can discuss it more deeply and to give it as gift to family and friends”“I really loved it and look forward to more books by this writer.”“A beautifully crafted novel.”
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Laura and Casey were once inseperable...
Coming of age in California, Laura felt connected to her best friend in every way: as they floated on their backs in the sunlit lake, as they dreamed about the future under starry skies, and as they teamed up for the wild scavenger hunts in their small lakeside town. Until one summer night, when a shocking betrayal sent Laura running through the pines, down the dock, and into a new life, leaving Casey and a first love in her wake.
But the past is impossible to escape, and now, after seventeen years away, Laura is pulled home and into a reunion with Casey she canât resistâone last scavenger hunt. With a twist: this time, the list of clues leads to the settings of their most cherished summer memories. From glistening Jade Cove to the vintage skating rink, each step they take becomes a bittersweet reminder of the friendship they once shared. But just as the game brings Laura and Casey back together, the clues unravel a stunning secret that threatens to tear them apart...
Mesmerizing and unforgettable, Amy Mason Doanâs The Summer List is about losing and recapturing the person who understands you bestâand the unbreakable bonds of girlhood.
The Summer List
Amy Mason Doan
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018
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Ebook Edition © June 2018 ISBN: 9781474083713
For Mike and Miranda
California
July 27th day of camp
The others were mad at her again.
They clustered behind her on the sand, watching as she stepped onto the wet ledge of rocks.
âWhat is she doing?â
âWhat are you doing?â
Ignoring them, she picked her way across tide pools, careful not to hurt the creatures underfootâquivering purple anemones that retracted under her shadow, barnacles like blisters of stone.
All she wanted was a few minutes away from them. A few minutes alone to breathe in the cold wind off the ocean before the van delivered them back to the airless cabins, the dark chapel.
There were only ten minutes left in the game, and it would take her almost that long to make her way back across the slippery outcropping. If they didnât return in time itâd be another mark against her.
She spotted something tangled in kelp, lodged between two flat rocks near the drop-off. So close to the surf. As if it had been carried across the ocean and snugged there, at the jagged edge of the world, just for her.
Stepping closer, she crouched, then flattened herself onto her belly. Her shirt and jeans drenched, her elbow scraped, she reached out but got only a rubbery handful of kelp.
She shut her eyes. If she looked down at the sea she would fall in like the doomed man on the keep-off sign behind her, a stick figure tumbling into scalloped waves.
Salt spray stinging her face, she fumbled through the squelching mass of kelp. Until her fingers found what they wanted and it gave, escaping its wet nest with a gentle sucking sound.
She knelt on the wet rocks as she examined her prize, brushing away green muck. The driftwood was longer than her hand, curved into a C. One end was pointier than the other, and in the center the wood splintered and cracked. But imperfect as it was, the resemblance was unmistakable, miraculous: a crescent moon.
