That Summer Feeling - Softcover

Morrissey, Bridget

 
9780593549247: That Summer Feeling
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0593549244 ISBN 13: 9780593549247
Verlag: Penguin Publishing Group, 2023

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One of Amazon's Best Romances of June ∙ A Real Simple Must-Read of Summer 2023 ∙ A Book Riot Best Romance Book of Summer 2023 ∙ A Buzzfeed Romance Book To Look Out For In 2023 ∙ A Paste Magazine Most Anticipated Contemporary Romance Book of 2023

When a divorced woman attends a sleepaway camp for adults, she reconnects with a man from her past—only to fall head over heels for his sister instead. 
 
Garland Moore used to believe in magic, the power of optimism, and signs from the universe. Then her husband surprised her with divorce papers over Valentine's Day dinner. Now Garland isn’t sure what to believe anymore, except that she’s clearly never meant to love again. When new friends invite her to spend a week at their reopened sleepaway camp, she and her sister decide it’s an opportunity to enjoy the kind of summer getaway they never had as kids. If Garland still believed in signs, this would sure seem like one. Summer camp is a chance to let go of her past and start fresh.
 
Nestled into the picturesque Blue Ridge Mountains, Camp Carl Cove provides the exact escape Garland always dreamed of, until she runs into Mason—the man she had a premonition about after one brief meeting years ago. No matter how she tries to run, the universe appears determined to bring love back into Garland’s life. She even ends up rooming with Mason’s sister Stevie, a vibrant former park ranger who is as charming as she is competitive. The more time Garland spends with Stevie, the more the signs confuse her. The stars are aligning in a way Garland never could have predicted.
 
Amid camp tournaments and moonlit dances, Garland continues to be pulled toward the beautiful blonde outdoorswoman who makes her laugh and swoon. Summer camp doesn’t last forever, but if Garland can learn to trust her heart, the love she finds there just might.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Bridget Morrissey lives in Los Angeles, California, but hails from Oak Forest, Illinois. When she is not writing, she can be found coaching gymnastics or headlining concerts in her living room.

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Dara and I followed a winding dirt road through the Blue Ridge Mountains in Georgia, cutting sharp corners and losing our cell phone reception in the process. A ways up, the trees parted to make room for a massive overhead sign that read Welcome to Camp Carl Cove. The dirt road widened until it transformed into a parking lot, where rows of cars had already begun lining up.

"Are we really doing this?" I asked, nervous.

"We're absolutely doing this," Dara confirmed, no trace of hesitation in her voice.

As kids, Dara and I had always wanted to live the camp life, where for a few weeks of each summer, you left your home behind and hid away in the woods to become someone new. There was a show about summer camp on Disney Channel that we were obsessed with, Bug Juice, that only fueled the fantasy. We spent night after night dreaming of that kind of escape, sleeping in log cabins and cannonballing into a cold lake, free from our everyday problems. If there was mold in the corners of those cabins, it wouldn't be our job to scrub it. If the adults there were angry at one another, we wouldn't be the ones tasked with lightening their moods or offering them advice. We would be kids in the most wholesome sense. The kind of kids you only saw on TV.

Our parents never entertained the idea of sending Dara and me away, though by the way they treated us, constantly frustrated by our mere presence, they should have been eager for a chance to be child-free for a while. We'd grown up in hot, dry Arizona, and the closest Dara and I ever got to the escape we longed for was when our oldest sister, Bess-who turned sixteen the year I was born and moved out when I was two-would come around the house and take us to a lumberjack-themed mini-golf place.

Now Dara and I were in our thirties, and we'd finally made it to a real summer camp after all. It was the exact kind of impossible-seeming thing that had come to overwhelm me, because it felt too good to be true. In my experience, if life had indeed brought me a nice thing, something bad would inevitably arrive to balance it all out. I had come to depend on living in the middle. The middle didn't crush my spirit as thoroughly as the lows did.

In the distance, a pear-shaped lake glistened in the sunlight. It was the heartbeat of the campgrounds, with dirt paths spreading out around it like veins, leading to more than a dozen idyllic wooden cabins and buildings. The scene looked serene in the way vintage oil paintings did-gentle water glistening under the watchful sun, with the soft greens and browns of the trees hugging the edges.

"It looks fake," I said. "Like an art piece that would be hanging in the living room of happily retired grandparents or something."

"I was just thinking the same thing," Dara responded. "Except I think it would belong to someone young and cool."

"You're right. This is a painting for a hot girl who lives alone in a cottage surrounded by woodland animals."

Dara nodded, pleased. "My destiny."

A wooden sign staked in front said Hello Campers! in a crisp white font. Tim and Tommy framed either side, waving at cars as they pulled up.

One sunny afternoon back in February-exactly a year to the day after love had failed me and I'd started crashing on a blow-up mattress at Dara's apartment in Asheville and working as a rideshare driver-twin men had crawled in through the back door of my lime-green Mazda and said hello to me in a joyous singsong tone. Then they asked in perfect synchronicity how I was doing, making all of us crack up within three seconds of knowing one another. I knew then that their story would stay with me somehow.

Never could I have guessed how much.

The twins were fraternal. They made sure to clarify that when they said their names were Tim and Tommy. According to them, nearly everyone got them mixed up. Their differences had seemed immediately obvious to me, even as I clocked them through quick glances in my rearview mirror.

Tim, the slightly taller twin, had longer features and a more outgoing personality. Tommy, the shorter one, was more aloof. He'd laughed and beamed like Tim, but he had a reservation about him that was wholly his own. He said he'd experimented with going by Thomas for a while. Recently he'd come around to using Tommy again. They were Vietnamese, and they'd been adopted at birth by a white Christian couple they did not have a relationship with anymore. They'd grown up right outside Asheville, but they lived in New York City now. They were both gay. They'd been flying into town a few times a month for a big project.

I had learned all that within five minutes of knowing them, which made for my dream ride-willing conversationalists in my back seat, eagerly sharing their hearts with me for no real reason other than that we were in the car together and we might as well chat along the way. They were so openhearted that my cheeks ached from grinning, even though our conversation veered between intense and playful at speeds far faster than my car was driving.

"What's the big project?" I'd finally asked them.

"Oh, you know. The usual. We bought a summer camp," Tim told me, bursting into laughter as he said it.

I'd heard a lot of random things over the several months I'd spent driving strangers around town. Purchasing a summer camp ranked up there among the randomest. Right behind the woman who went to different morgues asking for dead people's teeth so she could make jewelry.

The twins were very handsome, and they'd smelled fantastic. Their elegant cologne wafted up to me as the air circulated in the car. It reminded me of the pricy candles Dara liked to burn in the living room. Musky wealth, I called it. They both had on fitted tees that showed their penchant for exercise, and Tommy had hung a pair of expensive sunglasses on the neckline of his. Tim wore a watch that might have been worth more than my life savings. I could only imagine what kind of money they needed to purchase an entire camp.

Now I was driving my car up to the entrance of that very summer camp, and there stood the twins, beaming the same way they had four months earlier when they'd first told me about this place.

"Garland Moore!" Tim cheered when he recognized my Mazda.

Tommy gestured for us to turn left.

Even though I'd spent more of my life with my maiden name than my married name, it surprised me to hear Moore again. I'd only been Garland Sanders for two years, but I'd wanted to be Garland Sanders for what seemed like my entire life.

The twins jogged after my car. As soon as I got out, they hugged me like I was their close friend. Honestly, I felt like I was. They'd posted so many camp and life updates on their social media, it had tricked me into believing we'd spent the last few months in close contact, when really we had only shared that one fateful car ride. They couldn't believe I'd never been to sleepaway camp before, and as I drove them, I'd playfully entertained their pleas that I come for their adults-only week. I'd written the whole thing off as the kind of exchange that floated into the wind as soon as someone vacated my back seat. But Dara hadn't. When I told her about the conversation, she thought it was a sign. She insisted we go.

"Still want to leave?" she asked me as the twins made their way to my trunk to help unload our bags.

"I never said I wanted to leave," I whispered. "I'm really excited, actually. I'm also just scared."

"What scares you? That you'll like the experience too much?"

"Exactly," I confirmed. "Because when it's over I'll go back to my glamorous life of being a nuisance to your existence."

"When have I ever called you a nuisance?" she asked.

I pretended to pull a notebook out of my pocket. "Let's see," I said as I shuffled through imaginary pages. "April...

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Verlag
Penguin Publishing Group
Erscheinungsdatum
2023
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0593549244
ISBN 13 
9780593549247
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336
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