Summary
From internationally bestselling author and "rising star of Southern fiction" (Mary Alice Monroe, New York Times bestselling author) Kristy Woodson Harvey comes the third novel in her Peachtree Bluff series, in which a secret threatens the tight-knit bond between a trio of sisters and their mother.
With the man of her dreams back in her life and all three of her daughters happy, Ansley Murphy should be content. But she can't help but feel like it's all a little too good to be true.
Meanwhile, youngest daughter and actress Emerson, who is recently engaged and has just landed the role of a lifetime, seemingly has the world by the tail. Only, something she can't quite put her finger on is worrying her--and it has nothing to do with her recent health scare.
When two new women arrive in Peachtree Bluff--one who has the potential to wreck Ansley's happiness and one who could tear Emerson's world apart--everything is put in perspective. And after secrets that were never meant to be told come to light, the powerful bond between the Murphy sisters and their mother comes crumbling down, testing their devotion to each other and forcing them to evaluate the meaning of family.
With Kristy Woodson Harvey's signature charm, wit, and heart, The Southern Side of Paradise is another masterful Peachtree Bluff novel that proves she is a "Southern writer with staying power" ( Booklist ).
Author Notes
Kristy Woodson Harvey is the New York Times bestselling author of nine novels, including Under the Southern Sky , Feels Like Falling , and The Peachtree Bluff series. A Phi Beta Kappa, summa cum laude graduate of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill's school of journalism, her writing has appeared in numerous online and print publications including Southern Living , Traditional Home , USA TODAY , Domino , and O. Henry. Kristy is the winner of the Lucy Bramlette Patterson Award for Excellence in Creative Writing and a finalist for the Southern Book Prize. Her work has been optioned for film and television, and her books have received numerous accolades including Southern Living 's Most Anticipated Beach Reads, Parade 's Big Fiction Reads, and Entertainment Weekly 's Spring Reading Picks. Kristy is the cocreator and cohost of the weekly web show and podcast Friends & Fiction . She blogs with her mom Beth Woodson on Design Chic , and loves connecting with fans on KristyWoodsonHarvey.com. She lives on the North Carolina coast with her husband and son where she is (always!) working on her next novel.
Excerpts
The Southern Side of Paradise ONE ansley: the best friend a girl can have Growing up, I didn't like surprises. Not surprise parties, not presents. Even losing a tooth was steeped in horror, as I couldn't stand the idea of some tiny Tinker Bell sneaking under my pillow unannounced. My grandmother, the one who lived her entire life in what was now my white clapboard house on the waterfront in Peachtree Bluff, Georgia's historic downtown, used to say, "Honey, you better get used to that, because life is nothing but one big surprise after another. You can plot and you can plan, but God will always have the last word." As I sat in the porch swing beside Jack, my first love, the one I'd met right here in Peachtree Bluff the summer I turned fifteen, I realized that my grandmother was right. I never would have imagined that our lives would weave and cross and intersect down any path that would lead us back to each other. Yet here we were, not on my front porch but on the front porch of the house next door, the one I had wanted to decorate for decades, the one that Jack had bought. It was right beside my grandmother's house, the one she left me in her will. She didn't leave it to my mom, my brothers, or my cousins. Just me. None of us found out until her will was read. Surprise. My husband, Carter, being killed in the second tower during the 9/11 attacks? Surprise. Having to leave New York and come back to raise my three girls in the town where I had spent my childhood summers? Surprise. My daughter Caroline's husband cheating on her with a supermodel whom my daughter Emerson then played in a movie? Surprise. And my daughter Sloane's husband missing in action in Iraq? Yup. Another surprise. So, obviously, surprises had been a mixed bag at best for me. But as I held the hand of the man I first held hands with, his brown eyes as bright and youthful as the day we met, I realized that I'd developed a newfound respect for surprises. That my brother Scott, a travel writer, helped find and rescue Sloane's husband floored me in a way nothing else ever had. My feisty, beautiful, and ferociously bold Caroline giving her husband, James, a second chance was the shock of my life, and, of course, Jack and me finding our way back to each other, finding this love in a new way, a bigger and better one, was nothing short of a miracle. So I had to consider that this latest surprise--the one that included a diamond on the left hand of my youngest daughter, a diamond that I assumed would bring her back to Peachtree Bluff and remove her from Hollywood, where she had spent the last eight years pursuing her acting--might work out OK. I looked across the water toward Starlite Island, my family's home away from home, the place where I had so many of my best memories. My grandparents' ashes were there, and now, after a painful but beautiful few months of caring for my mother at the end of her life, my parents' ashes were there, too. I had to consider that one day, Jack and I would also become a part of the island that had defined our childhoods and, to a large extent, our adulthoods, too. The swing rocked rhythmically, facing into the most beautiful sunset in the world, the view almost completely unobstructed. But I had to admit that I loved the view down the street, of a dozen more white clapboard houses of various shapes and sizes, almost as much. It wasn't only the houses that I loved (or, maybe, that the decorator in me loved) but the people, too, the ones who had wrapped their arms around my family and refused to let go, the ones who had loved us back to life after it felt like tragedy would define us forever. As if he were reading my mind, Jack's voice broke into my thoughts as he said, "Ansley, I have honestly never felt this happy. Getting you back is the biggest surprise of my life." There it was again, that word: surprise. I leaned my head on his shoulder. "You know, Jack, after a lifetime of hating surprises, I think you might have taught me to love them." He kissed my hand and whispered, "I hope I never stop surprising you." It said a lot about Jack--about us, about our relationship, about how, though I longed for the slow and steady, the comfort and rhythm that I had come to rely on in my marriage to Carter, Jack still relished the unknown. And I was OK with that. As long as I had this front porch and this sunset, I would be OK. I could roll with the punches and face the surprises head-on, with an open heart. It was a happy thought, a good one. And unbeknownst to me, it was one I would need over the next few months when the surprises--good and bad--just kept coming. I spent a lifetime thinking that surprises were the enemy. These next few months, I would learn that wasn't true at all. Surprises, if you take them for what they are, can be the very best friend a girl can have. Excerpted from The Southern Side of Paradise by Kristy Woodson Harvey All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
