I know that summer is over. The days are getting cooler. (Phew!) Dusk arrives a tad earlier now.
The leaves are starting to turn colors on the mountains near my home.
Fresh peaches. Yum! Crisp apples aren’t too far behind. More yum!
You’re probably not spending time at the beach anymore. Rats.
But! That shouldn’t stop you from enjoying a ‘beach’ type of novel as you kiss summer goodbye.
In Strings: A Love Story by Megan Edwards, Ted and Olivia fall in love when he is cast as Lancelot and she as Guinevere in their high school production of Camelot.
But their love was doomed from the start. Like the star-crossed lovers Romeo and Juliet. Only Ted’s family is not exactly feuding with Olivia’s family.
It’s just that Ted is from a rich family. Very rich. Her family is poor. Very poor. He’s Caucasian. She’s Hispanic.
But hey! It’s 1968! (That’s when the book takes place.) None of that should matter. Right? Oh so wrong, my friends!
You know, I don’t want to spoil this book for you so I won’t tell you much of the plot. Except that Olivia dumps Ted shortly after their high school play is over. (You gotta read the book to find out why!)
And except that Ted, who has been playing the violin since he was eight years old, gets accepted into Juilliard and becomes a world violinist.
And except that even though they love each other, they’re still star-crossed. Remember?
What that means is that for three decades, Ted’s life goes this way. Olivia’s goes that-a-way. Their lives are NEVER in sync, folks. But then that makes for a compelling read. Will the boy ever get the girl???
And then finally, an exquisite violin comes into Ted’s possession. Supposedly, it is a famous one that has been rumored to have burned in an opera fire in 1881.
Is it that real violin? Is it a fake? (Olivia holds the answer.) Will Ted ever get Olivia? Will Olivia even have Ted after all these years?
You’ll have to read the book to find out.
I must say that I enjoyed this book. I don’t read many romance novels . . . so the plot felt new to me. It wasn’t quite what I expected. (Not that I had any preconceived notions about this book . . .)
This is an easy-to-read-while-at-the-beach kind of book. Even if you’re not at the beach. I recommend it for light reading between the times that you are babysitting or visiting the grandkids. Or for evenings when you’re pooped and need to relax.
So, slip off your shoes. Slowly sway in your patio swing. Occasionally sip some lemonade. And spend some time reading this fun book while enjoying a great fall day.
(Psst! If you have any teenaged granddaughters, I think they would enjoy reading this book, too. Maybe share your copy when you’re finished with it . . .)