Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Reads! Today I am sharing a few quotes from The Last True Poets of the Sea by Julia Drake. I have just started reading this Twelfth Night retelling and I am really enjoying it so far.
Book Beginnings is a book meme hosted by Rose City Reader where participants share quotes (the first sentence, or so) of the book, along with initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of the book, or anything else the opener inspires.
The Friday 56 is hosted by Freda’s Voice, and the rules are quite simple: Grab a book, any book, and turn to page 56 or 56% in your e-reader. Find any non-spoilery sentence(s) and post.
THIS WEEK’S BOOK:Title: The Last True Poets of the Sea
Author: Julia Drake
Publication Date: October 1, 2019
The Larkin family isn't just lucky—they persevere. At least that's what Violet and her younger brother, Sam, were always told. When the Lyric sank off the coast of Maine, their great-great-great-grandmother didn't drown like the rest of the passengers. No, Fidelia swam to shore, fell in love, and founded Lyric, Maine, the town Violet and Sam returned to every summer.
But wrecks seem to run in the family: Tall, funny, musical Violet can't stop partying with the wrong people. And, one beautiful summer day, brilliant, sensitive Sam attempts to take his own life.
Shipped back to Lyric while Sam is in treatment, Violet is haunted by her family's missing piece-the lost shipwreck she and Sam dreamed of discovering when they were children. Desperate to make amends, Violet embarks on a wildly ambitious mission: locate the Lyric, lain hidden in a watery grave for over a century.
She finds a fellow wreck hunter in Liv Stone, an amateur local historian whose sparkling intelligence and guarded gray eyes make Violet ache in an exhilarating new way. Whether or not they find the Lyric, the journey Violet takes-and the bridges she builds along the way-may be the start of something like survival.
Epic, funny, and sweepingly romantic, The Last True Poets of the Sea is an astonishing debut about the strength it takes to swim up from a wreck.
Fun fact: my great-great-great grandmother was the lone survivor of a shipwreck.
For a long time, my parents liked to point to this story as evidence of family strength.
A feeling of wonder stirred in my chest. Maybe this wasn’t what Toby had meant by clearing my head, but in the urchin’s grip, I felt smooth and cool as sea glass.
It has been a while since I have read a Shakespeare retelling and this one is so beautifully written. I am excited to find out more about this shipwreck. It is a perfect read for the season.