Folly Beach by Dorothea Benton Frank
Cate Cooper has had quite the year. She had built up quite a life with her husband of twenty-six years, Addison Cooper. And what a whirlwind it had been, an insane love for each other in the beginning… and then it all began to unravel.
As Cate stood over Addison’s casket, she had to wonder where it all went wrong…
Life can be funny that way, as Cate soon finds out that Addison’s death is only the beginning of surprises for her. Quickly (really minutes) after the funeral Cate discovers that Addison was not at all who she thought he was. Within 48 hours… she is out of the home she had grown to love, and finds herself heading back to Folly Beach, the place of her childhood, looking for scraps she can accumulate into a new life.
But Folly Beach is not only the place where Cate grew up… it is also the memories of another woman from another life time… memories of a marriage that was like a symphony, the Heyward’s spirit lives on within the breezes of Folly Beach.
Can Cate go home again and start anew?
Take it from someone who did return to her childhood home, yes, you can go home again. Folly Beach took me a bit by surprise. I was expecting it to be a good story, I wasn’t expecting some of the great humor!
And that’s just in the early pages, as Cate’s story unfolds it is not only one of a backdrop of historical (?) fiction, a little romance in the mix and a lot of family drama too… it is also one of finding your own fit in this world. I enjoyed going along with Cate as she did just that.
The reason I question the historical fiction above is that while the scenes in the book referring to the Heywards may be fiction, the Heyward’s were not. Dorothy Kuhns Heyward and her husband Dubose Heyward were real people and real playrights. Dorothy was also a novelist and assisted her husband in turning his novel Porgy, based on Negro life on the waterfront of Charleston, South Carolina, into a play.
Truly fascinating to see them woven into this book.
As I write this review I sit at the antique round kitchen table that was my mother’s. If you lean on it, you will find it to be not quite level, but as far as I am concerned, no other table will grace my home. It connects me to her.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I received this book as part of the TLC Book Tour
Also – I happen to have an extra copy of this book and would love to give it to one of my readers! Please leave a comment here letting me know where you would like to escape for a time of relaxation and renewal?