Inspired by true events, in Sofia Grant’s powerfully moving new novel a young woman peels back the layers of her family’s history, discovering a tragedy in the past that explains so much of the present. This unforgettable story is one of hope, healing, and the discovery of truth
Sometimes the untold stories of the past are the ones we need to hear…
When Katie Garrett gets the unexpected news that she’s received an inheritance from the grandmother she hardly knew, it couldn’t have come at a better time. She flees Boston—and her increasingly estranged husband—and travels to rural Texas.
There, she’s greeted by her distant cousin Scarlett. Friendly, flamboyant, eternally optimistic, Scarlett couldn’t be more different from sensible Katie.
And as they begin the task of sorting through their grandmother’s possessions, they discover letters and photographs that uncover the hidden truths about their shared history, and the long-forgotten tragedy of the New London school explosion of 1937 that binds them.
I enjoyed this book. It is always interesting to me to read about the early 1900s. Such a different way of life back theb.
About The Author:
Until ten years ago, I was a busy suburban mom with a house to keep up and two kids to raise…and a secret: I wanted to write a book.
I had no formal training, but I had something even better—a life spent reading books of all kinds. I had no particular favorite genre; my bedside table was crammed with mysteries and romances and literary novels and biographies and tales of adventure and parenting books and gardening books and self-help books and cookbooks and books about interior design and travel books and…well, you get the picture.
There was always a book in my purse, a book in my gym bag, a stack of books in the car, books in the bathroom and the garage and left out in the rain in the back yard and forgotten in suitcases and lost under piles of laundry. I was (and am) never, ever, without something to read.
I started the way all writers must—with a blank page and a sense of trepidation. But I kept at it, and once I had a few short stories under my belt, I took a tip from an author acquaintance and joined Romance Writers of America.
I also started to build the community that sustains me to this day. I’ve been so lucky to surround myself by colleagues who are also friends. I met my web designer at the first conference I ever attended. I’m still in touch with many of the editors, publicists and other industry folks I met along the way.