{"product_id":"family-reunion-isbn-9781524798802","title":"Family Reunion","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES \u003c\/i\u003eBESTSELLER • A longtime Nantucket resident is trying to make the best of a lonely summer. Her spirited granddaughter is learning what she wants out of life. Unforgettable surprises await them both in this magical, multigenerational novel from Nancy Thayer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Readers come to Nancy Thayer novels for the idyllic Nantucket beaches and lifestyle, but they stay for the characters.”—Mary Alice Monroe\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEleanor Sunderland loves living on Nantucket in a gorgeous cliffside home that has been in her family for decades. Yet this year she can’t help but feel a bit isolated, even as the island comes alive with summer travelers. Her best friend has skipped town, leaving Eleanor lonely and feeling nostalgic about her family’s weekend trips to the island, made less frequently in the years since her husband’s passing. Now her money-driven children complain and beg her to sell her beloved home for a steep payout. Hoping to kick the season off on a good note, Eleanor decides her seventieth birthday may be the perfect occasion for a much-needed reunion. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFresh from her college graduation, Eleanor’s granddaughter, Ari, has just ended an engagement. She longs for a change of scenery and to escape from her parents’ snobbish expectations. Taking advantage of her newfound freedom, she heads to Nantucket to clear her head before graduate school, moving in with her grandmother and taking a job at the local beach camp. As she watches Eleanor begin to form a bond with an old acquaintance, Ari herself becomes smitten with a friend’s charming older brother. But just as grandmother and granddaughter fall into a carefree routine, a few shocking discoveries throw them off course. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEleanor and Ari learn to lean on each other through every new challenge they face in life and love, in this tale filled with Nancy Thayer’s signature Nantucket magic. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“Nancy Thayer’s \u003ci\u003eFamily Reunion \u003c\/i\u003eis a wonderful slice of life.”—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author Brenda Novak\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003ePRAISE FOR NANCY THAYER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eGirls of Summer\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Wholesome and hopelessly romantic.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eSurfside Sisters\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Readers who appreciate a busy, uplifting tale of friendship and romance will enjoy spending time on Thayer’s Nantucket.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An engaging tale about how childhood expectations can be transformed on the journey through adulthood.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eA Nantucket Wedding\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A delightful beach-town tale about family relationships and second chances.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Thayer’s latest Nantucket confection does not disappoint. . . . A Nantucket Wedding is a Nancy Meyers film in book form and should be recommended accordingly.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eSecrets in Summer\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Infused with warmth and heartfelt, tender moments . . . Authentic, endearing characters will keep readers turning the pages.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eRT Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“This breezy tale is at once nostalgic and hopeful . . . filled with sweet moments of unlikely female connections.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eNancy Thayer\u003c\/b\u003e is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of more than thirty novels, including \u003ci\u003eGirls of Summer, Let It Snow, Surfside Sisters, A Nantucket Wedding, Secrets in Summer, The Island House, The Guest Cottage, An Island Christmas, Nantucket Sisters, \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e Island Girls\u003c\/i\u003e. Born in Kansas, Thayer has been a resident of Nantucket for thirty-five years, where she currently lives with her husband, Charley, and a precocious rescue cat named Callie.\u003cb\u003eOne\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSummer was almost here! Eleanor Sunderland sat on her deck looking out at the eternal Atlantic, savoring the view. Above in the sky, diamond-­tipped stars were appearing, one by one, and Eleanor could hear the gentle shush of the waves on the shore far below her. The scent of long, sunny days drifted in with the light, salty breeze from the sea.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was late May, and if she tilted her head, she could scan down the row of houses on the bluff. She could see which ones had lights on, which summer people had arrived early. She felt both invaded in her happy seclusion and grateful for the company. The winters here could be lonely.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis summer might be lonely, too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe air was chilly. She wore a long-­sleeved dress, but still she shivered, and when her cat flicked his tail against her leg, she knew it was time to go inside, to give Shadow his treat, to prepare for bed. She had never liked going to bed. When she was outside by the ocean, Eleanor felt no age at all, but in her house all the new and necessary bits of technology made her feel very much her age.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe stood up—­too fast. Her blood pressure had trouble rising, her doctor told her, because she was so tall. Never one to enjoy being told what to do, it was a nuisance to be seventy years old and bossed around by her body. She waited, and the dizziness faded, and she went through the sliding glass door into the kitchen to give Shadow a small clump of Feline Feast. She checked the lock on the back door, out of habit, and made her way through the large house, turning off lights as she went. Upstairs, she brushed her teeth and changed into her light cotton nightgown and folded back the light quilt and settled against her pillows.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Shall we watch some television, Shadow?” she asked the cat, who had eaten and now sat purring at the end of the bed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe picked up the long black remote control, which made her think of the black monolith in 2001: A Space Odyssey. It was magical, but it was surely going to give her carpal tunnel syndrome or whatever it was called. Her thumb hurt from pressing the buttons. Yes, she knew she could use voice commands to get to a certain channel: PBS. CNN. She knew about the ridiculously named Xfinity, another sign that the English language was being hijacked by idiots, but once she was on the channel—­or what was it called now? Stream?—then she had to push a button to go up and down and across the rows of offerings, often accidentally landing in a Japanese anime series like The Legend of Korra. She pressed the blue button that allowed voice commands. It made a strange, unpleasant noise. The television screen said, Something is wrong. Well, she knew that!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What are we going to do, Shadow?” Eleanor asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShadow continued licking his beautiful dark fur. At least he didn’t run on batteries.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“My hair is still as thick as yours,” Eleanor told the cat, who obviously didn’t care, but it was true. She had been graced with thick dark hair, and so far age had not thinned it out, even though it had streaked the black with white and wreaked havoc on the rest of her body.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA pile of books lay on the bed next to her in all their glorious colorful jackets. New books she’d bought at Mitchell’s, because she loved that bookstore dearly, and also a few books from the library. She always gave herself some time to browse the library shelves to check out new reads she hadn’t heard about and wasn’t sure she would want to stick with. Like agreeing to only coffee on a first date, rather than an entire meal.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut she’d spent much of her day reading, and she wanted the effortless zoning out that television provided. She couldn’t tolerate being with her own thoughts for one more minute. She needed distraction.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEarlier today, she had walked from her house on the bluff to Martha’s house in town. Martha was her best friend. They’d gone through weddings, childbirth, adolescence, and empty nests together. Martha’s marriage had been as happy as Eleanor’s was miserable, and it was Martha’s laughter and advice that had gotten Eleanor through life with her wildly handsome, indescribably tense, strict, virtuous husband, Mortimer Radcliffe Sunderland. Now deceased.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThree years ago, Mortimer died suddenly, in his sleep. During the reception after the funeral, Eleanor had whispered to Martha, “I’m surprised Mortimer would do anything suddenly,” and they had covered their mouths with their hands and giggled like little girls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut this morning, over coffee, Martha announced, “Eleanor, guess what! Al and I are leaving this week to take a three-­month cruise of the Mediterranean!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEleanor felt faint. The floor seemed to slip beneath her feet. “What?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I know it’s a surprise. I didn’t mean to spring it on you like this.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEleanor sat there, quietly, furiously, trying not to feel she’d just been stabbed in the heart by a traitor. After a moment, she regained her self-­control.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Gosh, what a surprise,” Eleanor said in her normal voice. “I had no idea you were planning a cruise.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMartha blushed. “We didn’t really plan it. We sort of decided on the spur of the moment. We’ve splurged on first-­class tickets. First-­class everything, because Al will turn seventy in June, and we decided it’s time to spoil ourselves.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“How wonderful,” Eleanor announced, lying through her teeth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I know! Eleanor, let me show you our ship! Our itinerary! Hang on, I’ll get Al’s laptop.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo Eleanor had to sit there going “Ooh” at the shiny photos of Greek islands rising out of deep blue seas, elegant staircases to posh first-­class suites, and a formal dining room with white tablecloths, floral centerpieces, waiters dressed like naval officers in handsome uniforms, and buffets of food from around the world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Al has to take a tux,” Martha whispered in awe. “I have to buy some gowns. Gowns, Eleanor! One night we’ll sit at the captain’s table!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You’re going to gain weight,” Eleanor predicted, like the black fairy at Sleeping Beauty’s christening.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Actually, I won’t!” Martha pulled up shots of the ship’s fitness center, complete with bikes, weights, and yoga mats. “Also,” Martha crowed, “ta-­da!” A turquoise swimming pool filled the screen. “No salt, no sand, just clear water.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFull of chlorine and other people’s pee, Eleanor almost said, but bit her tongue.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInstead, she said, “The ship must be enormous if it has a swimming pool.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, it is,” Martha agreed, and babbled on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEleanor stopped listening. She was happy for her best friend. She was simply sad for herself. Summer was always a difficult time on the small island, when thirty thousand or more summer people arrived to share the pleasures of Nantucket. Contractors honked at any car with a New York license plate, families on bikes pedaled blithely past stop signs, and you never saw anyone you knew in the crowded grocery store. Complaining with Martha was one of her few summer joys, and this summer she would be deprived of that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Now you’re going to have to get a cellphone,” Eleanor said triumphantly. Martha was kind of a technophobe, using a landline telephone and her old Kodak camera.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Well, I thought of that,” Martha said. “But you know how I hate those things. We’ve decided that, if necessary, I’ll use Al’s, but really we’ll only need to check on the children, and they’re all grown up so we don’t even need to do that.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’ll miss you,” Eleanor admitted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’ll send you postcards!” Martha told her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEleanor restrained herself from rolling her eyes—­did anyone even send postcards anymore?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Please do.” Forcing herself to be cheerful, she said, “Oh, Martha, I hope you have a spectacular time!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe had been sad and hurt and angry when she left Martha’s house, because it didn’t seem like Martha not to tell Eleanor about something so important before.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow she tossed the remote control on the quilt. “Alexa,” she said, “play Bob Seger.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs his rough and growly voice filled the room with “Against the Wind,” Eleanor snorted, because if anything was against the wind it was her old house on the bluff.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen came the words: “We were young and strong,” and Eleanor couldn’t help it. 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