Hoover is a master at writing scenes from dual perspectives. Sydney and Ridge make beautiful music together in a love triangle written by Hoover ( Losing Hope, 2013, etc.), with a link to a digital soundtrack by American Idol contestant Griffin Peterson. The 1950s setting, the pellucid prose, and the propulsive plot make this very steamy debut novel about morality and desire feel like a classic. It soon reveals itself as a swirling vortex of psychological suspense with insights about marriage that recall writers like Margot Livesey and Alice Munro. Deceptively relaxed and simple at first, the novel seems to be an easygoing trip down Memory Lane. The couple becomes completely infatuated with this decadent, sexy, cosmopolitan crowd, in the process falling down a rabbit hole with life-changing consequences. Higher on gin and excitement than she's ever been in her life, Effie decides running into Clara Strauss was not such a bad thing after all. But before she can get Henry out of there, gin is being poured, dinner is being served, and a gang of people, including everyone from older men in tuxedos, beatniks, Coast Guard cadets, and a naked toddler, is boogeying it up in the living room. The effusive woman who answers the door turns out to be someone Effie knows, a friend of her much older cousin-actually, someone she hated. They are planning to leave a week early when they notice lights on down the street and decide to stop by. But after several days, the sad, lonely feel of the town starts to get to them.
Sadly, the "old clerk at the grocer’s seemed as happy to see them as they were to see him." At least they have the delicious problem of losing their virginities, and then their inhibitions, with the help of Uncle George's well-stocked liquor cabinet. Unfortunately, Effie "had not understood what 'off-season' meant,” and Henry's no help-he's never been north of Atlanta.
Henry and Effie got married a few months after high school graduation in their 1950s Georgia hometown and have come to while away two weeks in Effie's uncle's house, the site of fondly remembered summer visits all through her childhood. This young couple's September honeymoon in Cape May got so boring they almost went home early.
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