I reserved this at the library, it took about a year for it to be my turn, but once I got started, I knew I needed my own copy.
Here is the blurb …
Phoebe Stone arrives at a grand beachside hotel in Rhode Island wearing her best dress and her least comfortable shoes. Immediately she is mistaken for one of the wedding people – but she is actually the only guest at the Cornwall Inn who isn’t here for the big event.
When the bride discovers her elaborate destination wedding could be ruined by a divorced and depressed stranger, she is furious. Lila has spent months accounting for every detail and every possible disaster – except for, well, Phoebe… Soon both women find their best laid plans derailed and an unlikely confidante in one another.
I have been trialing a new approach to reading – to ensure that I am actually taking things in – I have been writing chapter summaries (after reading each chapter twice) along with my thoughts and comments.
It did occur to me when I got to the end of this novel that I should have uploaded my summaries one at a time – or at least my thoughts on that chapter. Don’t worry, I am not going to inflict them all on you now.
This novel resonanted with me, the characters were incredibly life-like in all of their messy, kind and ordinary ways.
It was about honesty – being honest with ourselves and others. About having the confidence to choose the bigger life rather than drifting.
Phoebe is devasted by her divorce (to the point of suicide). She realises over the days of the wedding (yes days!) that her life has been contained – always trying to do the right thing, and to not be too much. When she no longer cares what people think she starts speaking her truth. I think many women would identify with this – trying to be good, all things to all people.
Lila wants the wedding to be perfect because then her life, and her marriage will be perfect.
And Gary? Well he’s just standing by letting Lila make all of the plans.
There are some funny moments and some very poignant ones.
All in all a very satisfying novel.
Some of my favourite quotes
Her whole life felt like work now. Even the parts that used to be the most fun, like reading over the summer or orgasming during sex or having conversations with her husband at dinner. They felt like things she had to be really good at now, in order to prove that everything was normal.
“I don’t know. It’s just what I believe,” Phoebe says. One of the few things Nietzsche wrote that she agreed with in graduate school. “Seems more plausible that Hell is some revenge fantasy concocted by unhappy people so they could punish all the happy people in their minds.”
But that is how it happens, she realises. One moment of pretending to be great leads to the next moment of pretending to be great, and ten years later, she realises she has spent her entire life just pretending to be great.
She doesn’t have to be anything, ever. Her husband is not watching. Her father is not watching. Nobody was ever really watching, except Phoebe. Phoebe was the only person waiting in the dark to condemn herself for every single thing when the day was over.
And it was perfect. It really was. But life is strange, always thinking this one thing is going to make you happy, because then you get it, and then maybe you’re not as happy as you imagined you would be, because every day is still just every day. Like the happiness becomes so big, you have no choice but to live inside of it, until you can no longer see it or feel it. And so you start to fixate on something else – you want a child, and then the child is here, and that happiness is so big, it begins to feel like nothing. Like just the air around you.
You do things in the moment for the person you hope you might be two years from now. You don’t kill yourself when you’re sad because one day you might not be sad, and you might want to go surfing with a man you really like?
To collect is to care more than most. But it is also to hoard. To take things out of the world and make them only yours.
A review.
