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by Ann Patchett
Set on a cherry farm in Michigan, Lara’s three grown daughters have returned home to sit out the COVID pandemic. As no labourers are allowed in, the family are doing all the harvesting themselves. To while away the hours, the girls beg their mother to tell the story of when she dated Peter Duke who went on to become a very, very, world-famous actor. Such a warm story of family dynamics, first-loves, mothers and daughters, looking back on your younger self with what you know now…. I loved this book!
A beautiful, stirring book that sneaks up on you and makes a deep impression … The moment I finished it, I wanted to go back and start again ― Sunday Times
Few authors can dig into the minutiae of human emotion quite like the Women’s Prize-winning author, and Tom Lake is one of her best … Flitting between past and present, the novel spools out like a film, and ponders timeless questions about love, family and destiny ― i
Thoughtful and elegiac in its descriptions of first love and motherhood … Patchett celebrates not just the smallest events of our lives, but ‘small’ lives themselves ― Financial Times
“A tender, absorbing tale about becoming who we are.” — People
“A searching reflection on the relationships between theater and life, romance and realism, Tom Lake is perhaps Patchett’s finest novel yet.” — Boston Globe
“Tom Lake is about romantic love, marital love and maternal love, but also the love of animals, the love of stories, love of the land and trees and the tiny, red, cordiform object that is a cherry. . . . This generous writer hits the mark again with her ninth novel.” — Washington Post