Sweet Waters by Julie Carboni
Wednesday, August 4th, 2010There’s nothing left for Tara Sweet in landlocked Dexton, Missouri. Her fiancé called off their wedding, her sister is moving to Manhattan, and now her mother is marrying a much younger man with plans for a yearlong honeymoon in Europe. Tara believes a move back to her childhood home of Otter Bay, California, will help restore the fun and fearlessness she’s already missing in her twenties. Playing back memories of idyllic times spent there with her father along the majestic coast, a fairytale seems just around the corner.
Better make that a soap opera. After Tara finds a job in Otter Bay, makes friends at The Red Abalone Grill, and perhaps even a new flame in firefighter Josh, she begins to uncover shocking secrets about why her family left this heaven on earth all those years ago. And though she will have to question everything she has ever known, the faith that Tara must depend upon will be sweeter than ever before.
My Review: “Sweet Waters” is a great beach read. The cover alone invites you to take this book out on your front porch with a class of diet coke or to sun yourself while reading on your blanket at the beach. The story is about three young sisters searching for their roots without really realizing that is what they are doing. I like this book although in some ways it is not believable. Some aspects are a little out of my realm of reality, but who wouldn’t want to move from landlocked Missouri to sunny California. Tara (don’t you love that name?) finds a sweet romance, she also finds out many truths about her past that are shocking to her and her sisters. They find out the facts little by little as the story moves along. The book causes me to want to know more about some of the characters and their families. The story takes a few twists and turns until it ends leaving me wanting for more.






From Back Cover: When her husband, John, is recruited to be a big-time hedge fund manager, Marcy Emerson gives up her job, uproots her life, and moves from Chicago to New York City. But try as she might, March is never going to fit into one of the supposed seven categories of Hedge Fund Wives – the Accidental, the Westminster, the Stephanie Seymour, the Former Secretary, the Socialite, the Workaholic, or the Breeder – especially when behind every male may lurk a stab in the back.


