I’m so excited to share the cover for my new novel. ALWAYS will be published in hardcover from Random House (Ballantine Books) on February 7, 2017. Isn’t the cover gorgeous!? I can’t wait for you all to read. If you’d like to preorder a copy, click here.
Genealogy is soooo fascinating. Take my family story, for instance. My siblings and I grew up believing that we were part Italian, as my grandfather’s mother was supposedly adopted from a teenage girl from a wealthy Italian Catholic family on the East Coast. Except, that this … wasn’t what happened at all. Recently, my aunt Jude set out on a historical quest to find out the real story of my great grandmother Aura Mitchell (cool name, huh?). And guess what? The real story of my family lineage is even more fascinating.
As it turns out, Aura, my great grandmother, didn’t hail from the East Coast, but instead was the illegitimate child of John McMillin, a lime industry magnate and the founder of the fancy yachting community on San Juan Island, Roche Harbor and his … mistress. John apparently had a life-long relationship with a woman named Adha Beeny. She lived with the family her entire life, and is buried in the McMillin family mausoleum on the island with John, his wife, and their children.
The story is shocking in many ways, and a bit spooky. Some believe that Adha may have been murdered above the restaurant at Roche Harbor. Others believe her ghost haunts the resort and surrounding property.
I recently spent a few days in Roche and had a chance to walk where my great great grandparents lived. I couldn’t help but wonder about their life and relationship. Were they happy? Was their life marked with sadness and regret?
I’ve decided I’d like to, someday, write a book set in Roche Harbor. I wonder what Adha would think?
P.S. Check out the mausoleum photo above. One of the seven columns is broken. Could it symbolize a broken family? Broken hearts?
Have you watched the new Nora Ephron documentary “Everything Is Copy“? I can’t wait. I’ve sat down with a glass of wine three times now attempting to watch it and have either had to tend to a little boy who needed to sleep in mommy’s bed or have had Internet issues…such is life. I’m a huge fan of Nora. I adore her fiction from Heartburn to “Sleepless in Seattle,” as well as her honest, hilarious, down-to-earth personal writing. When I first published The Violets of March, I sent Nora a copy of my book. I remember feeling so shy and silly about it. I didn’t expect in a million years that she’d acknowledge me, much less read it, but sure enough, her assistant was kind enough to write me an email to say that Nora had received the book, was grateful, and had it on her bedside table. That was enough for me, and it always will be.
I was so sad to hear of Nora’s passing, but her words live on. And, oh yes, everything, everything is copy.