When We Believed in Mermaids

by Barbara O’Neal

Sisters. Any story about sisters will always be full of emotions and ripe with trouble. This novel does not disappoint. The story begins with a woman whose sister died 15 years before. While watching the news one night, she sees that dead sister on video. Love her or hate her, you have to chase that sister down. Wouldn’t you do the same thing?

Kit and Josie grew up in a ROUGH household. The emotions hit hard for Kit when she goes after the long-lost sister. Anger, sadness, happiness, relief, all tinged with grief that maybe shouldn’t be grief anymore. Maybe. So it’s a travel story – from California to New Zealand. Along the way, the reader is treated to vivid memories from their childhood triggered by this reversal of trauma from which no one has completely recovered.

The emotions in this story are huge and strong like the waves both sisters love to surf. Throw in a few earthquakes, and the reader begins to ride the ups and downs and uncertainties of life when it comes to relationships right along with the characters. Oh, and there’s a little romance that gets prit–ty steamy. For me, it was skip down the page steamy.

I can’t get this story out of my head, and I read it months ago. Some scenes are so vivid, they almost seem like my own memories. The characters are fascinating – especially the Spanish guitar player and the dead actress who left behind a Hollywood-mysterious house. Also, I love a good story about a doctor, and our main girl is an ER physician.

So much to love. You should read this. I can’t say I’ve read anything with such big feelings in the last few years.

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Content: steamy scenes, cussing

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