Saturday, March 23, 2013

Wish You Well by David Baldacci

I thoroughly enjoyed this book. This is a different style from the usual work by Baldacci. It is the story of Lou Cardinal, a teen in the 1940's.  Lou's father is a famous author although he makes no money.  The family borrows a car and goes to the country for a picnic.  On the way back Lou's parents are having a discussion about their move to Hollywood.  Her father is distracted by Lou trying to get her father's attention and the car crashes.  Jack dies.  Amanda, the mother saves the children but is in a catatonic state.  Since they have no money, the family has no where to go.  Lou says they have a great grandmother in the mountains of Virginia.  They are sent to live with her and the children soon lead a vastly different life from the one they had in New York City.

Excerpt:
CHAPTER 1
The air was moist, the coming rain telegraphed by plump, gray clouds, and the blue sky fast fading. The 1936 four-door Lin­coln Zephyr sedan moved down the winding road at a decent, if unhurried, pace. The car’s interior was filled with the inviting aromas of warm sourdough bread, baked chicken, and peach and cinnamon pie from the picnic basket that sat so temptingly between the two children in the backseat.

Louisa Mae Cardinal, twelve years old, tall and rangy, her hair the color of sun-dappled straw and her eyes blue, was known simply as Lou. She was a pretty girl who would almost certainly grow into a beautiful woman. But Lou would fight tea parties, pigtails, and frilly dresses to the death. And somehow win. It was just her nature.

The notebook was open on her lap, and Lou was fill­ing the blank pages with writings of importance to her, as a fisherman does his net. And from the girl’s pleased look, she was landing fat cod with every pitch and catch. As always, she was very intent on her writing. Lou came by that trait honestly, as her father had such fever to an even greater degree than his daughter.

On the other side of the picnic basket was Lou’s brother, Oz. The name was a contraction of his given one, Oscar. He was seven, small for his age, though there was the promise of height in his long feet. He did not possess the lanky limbs and athletic grace of his sis­ter. Oz also lacked the confidence that so plainly burned in Lou’s eyes. And yet he held his worn stuffed bear with the unbreakable clench of a wrestler, and he had a way about him that naturally warmed others’ souls. After meeting Oz Cardinal, one came away convinced that he was a little boy with a heart as big and giving as God could bestow on lowly, conflicted mortals.

Jack Cardinal was driving. He seemed unaware of the approaching storm, or even the car’s other occupants. His slender fingers drummed on the steering wheel. The tips of his fingers were callused from years of punching the typewriter keys, and there was a permanent groove in the middle finger of his right hand where the pen pressed against it. Badges of honor, he often said.

As a writer, Jack assembled vivid landscapes densely populated with flawed characters who, with each turn of the page, seemed more real than one’s family. Read­ers would often weep as a beloved character perished under the writer’s nib, yet the distinct beauty of the lan­guage never overshadowed the blunt force of the story, for the themes imbedded in Jack Cardinal’s tales were powerful indeed. But then an especially well-tooled line would come along and make one smile and perhaps even laugh aloud, because a bit of humor was often the most effective tool for painlessly driving home a serious point. Read more here.

Pages: 278
Another selection for the Monthly Key Word Challenge 2013 for the Key Word wish and the Genre Variety Challenge; genre American - Southern.



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