Welcome to the beautiful Sinclair family.
No one is a criminal.
No one is an addict.
No one is a failure.
The Sinclairs are athletic, tall, and handsome. We are old-money Democrats. Our smiles are wide, our chins square, and our tennis serves aggressive.
It doesn’t matter if divorce shreds the muscles of our hearts so that they will hardly beat without a struggle. It doesn’t matter if trust-fund money is running out; if credit card bills go unpaid on the kitchen counter. It doesn’t matter if there’s a cluster of pills on the bedside table.
It doesn’t matter if one of us is desperately, desperately in love.
that equally desperate measures
must be taken.
We are Sinclairs.
No one is needy.
No one is wrong.
We live, at least in the summertime, on a private island of the coast of Massachusetts.
Perhaps that is all you need to know.
Oh, this book. I was not expecting this book. And I don’t want to give anything away so I won’t even review it other than to say that I devoured it in one sitting because I could not put it down. I know I’ve said that before, but seriously, this book did not leave my hands until I was done. This was the first of four books I read over the long weekend and after I finished each new book, my thoughts came right back to this one.