Every good love story has another love hiding within it.
Brokenhearted, still mourning the loss of her husband, Heidi travels with Abbott, her troubled eight-year-old son, and Charlotte, her intolerably jaded sixteen-year-old niece, to spend the summer repairing their family home in a small village in the south of France. The rundown stone house in Provence has been in the family for generations and is the centre of a lovely myth. The family tells and retells stories of the magical properties entwined around the old stones - in many different ways, this house has healed broken hearts and made miracles happen. There, thousands of miles from home, Charlotte makes a shocking confession, and Heidi learns the truth about her mother's 'lost summer' -- a time Heidi and her sister had learned not to ask about many years ago.
As three generations collide with one another, with the neighbour next door, who seems to know all their family secrets, and with an enigmatic Frenchman, they'll journey through love, loss, and healing amid the lavender fields, warm winds, and the delicious pistou soup of Provence.
'Unabashedly romantic and unafraid of melancholy, Asher's book is a real charmer about a Provencal house that casts spells over the lovelorn.' - Kirkus Reviews
'An enchantment of a book, woven out of Bridget Asher's tenderness toward her characters, her love of the French countryside, and a gentle faith in possibilities. I madly, madly, madly loved this book!' - Barbara O'Neill, author of How to Bake a Perfect Life
'An absorbing, beautifully written tale about life, death, love, food, and the magic of new possibilities.' - J. Courtney Sullivan, author of Commencement
'A sumptuous exploration of how grief, love, and joy, when stirred just right, ferry us home to the people and places we most cherish. Asher's novel brims with wisdom and laughter, teaching us anew that hope resides in unexpected places: a charred box of beloved recipes, a troubled child's earthy wisdom, an ailing house in need of an artful hand, a mother who listens to a silent mountain, and a kiss that unlocks the puzzle of what forever truly means.' - Connie May Fowler, author of How Clarissa Burden Learned to Fly and Before Women Had Wings
Brokenhearted, still mourning the loss of her husband, Heidi travels with Abbott, her troubled eight-year-old son, and Charlotte, her intolerably jaded sixteen-year-old niece, to spend the summer repairing their family home in a small village in the south of France. The rundown stone house in Provence has been in the family for generations and is the centre of a lovely myth. The family tells and retells stories of the magical properties entwined around the old stones - in many different ways, this house has healed broken hearts and made miracles happen. There, thousands of miles from home, Charlotte makes a shocking confession, and Heidi learns the truth about her mother's 'lost summer' -- a time Heidi and her sister had learned not to ask about many years ago.
As three generations collide with one another, with the neighbour next door, who seems to know all their family secrets, and with an enigmatic Frenchman, they'll journey through love, loss, and healing amid the lavender fields, warm winds, and the delicious pistou soup of Provence.
'Unabashedly romantic and unafraid of melancholy, Asher's book is a real charmer about a Provencal house that casts spells over the lovelorn.' - Kirkus Reviews
'An enchantment of a book, woven out of Bridget Asher's tenderness toward her characters, her love of the French countryside, and a gentle faith in possibilities. I madly, madly, madly loved this book!' - Barbara O'Neill, author of How to Bake a Perfect Life
'An absorbing, beautifully written tale about life, death, love, food, and the magic of new possibilities.' - J. Courtney Sullivan, author of Commencement
'A sumptuous exploration of how grief, love, and joy, when stirred just right, ferry us home to the people and places we most cherish. Asher's novel brims with wisdom and laughter, teaching us anew that hope resides in unexpected places: a charred box of beloved recipes, a troubled child's earthy wisdom, an ailing house in need of an artful hand, a mother who listens to a silent mountain, and a kiss that unlocks the puzzle of what forever truly means.' - Connie May Fowler, author of How Clarissa Burden Learned to Fly and Before Women Had Wings
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