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From the bestselling, acclaimed author of Tully and The Bronze Horseman comes the unforgettable love story between a college-bound young woman and a traveling troubadour on his way to war—a moving, compelling novel of love lost and found set against the stunning backdrop of Eastern Europe.
Chloe is just weeks away from heading off to college and starting a new life far from her home in Maine when she embarks on a great European adventure with her boyfriend and two best friends. Their destination is Barcelona, but first they must detour through the historic cities of Eastern Europe to keep an old family promise.
Here, in this fledgling post-Communist world, Chloe meets a charming American vagabond named Johnny, who carries a guitar, an easy smile—and a lifetime of secrets. From Treblinka to Trieste, from Karnikava to Krakow, from Vilnius to Venice, the unlikely band of friends and lovers traverse the old world on a train trip that becomes a treacherous journey into Europe’s and Johnny’s darkest past—a journey that jeopardizes Chloe’s plans for the future and all she ever thought she wanted.
But the lifelong bonds Chloe and her friends share are about to be put to the ultimate test—and whether or not they reach Barcelona, they can only be certain that their lives will never be the same again.
A sweeping, beautiful tale that mesmerizes and enchants, Lone Star will linger long in the memory once the final page is turned.
643 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 1, 2015
"There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions."
T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Chloe and Mason and Hannah and Blake. Two couples, two brothers, two best friends. A short girl, a tall girl, and two brawny dudesQuirky, individual and so bloody funny:
"Did anyone else help you with your bags?"But Johnny Rainbow is....well, just marvellous. Abso-fucking-lutely marvellous.
“Do you mean pack them? Or carry them?”
The lady pinpointed her contemptuous gaze on Chloe. “Just answer the question, young lady.”
“I want to. I just don’t know how to.”
“What don’t you get? Did anyone help you with your bags?”
“Pack them or carry them?” Mason helped her to carry them. Hannah helped her pack. Not just Hannah, but her mother and father, and Blake threw in a notebook, damn it. If it weren’t for his notebook, she could’ve kept her umbrella.
“Oh my God, I can’t do this today,” the lady said. “Either. Or.”
“No,” said Chloe, sweat running down her aching back.
The woman looked ready to punch Chloe in the head.
A sharply inhaling Chloe despised him from the moment he slid open the door, smiling widely, and stepped inside to look for a seat. He was not only tall and had to bend his head to fit through the glass door, but he carried with him a crapload of stuff, enough shit to warrant his own cabin. Besides the oversized green duffel and a backpack, he wore a bulky leather jacket and a pretentious black beret. And on his back, to top it all off, was a guitar. Chloe nearly groaned. A guitar!I've read 'bad boys' till I'm blue in the face; I think I may even be in a Bad Boy book group somewhere, somehow. This 'bad boy' isn't....that; I mean technically I suppose that's how you'd describe him, (tattoos, singer, secrets) but there isn't anything about Johnny that you've read before, characteristically there's not a cliché in sight. I loved him.
La vida de Johnny no ha sido en vano. Ha dejado una huella permanente en todos aquellos que lo amaron. Incluso desgraciado, Johnny ha logrado encontrar la manera de llenar de sentido infinito la vida finita de Chloe. Le ha dejado a Blake. Llenó su vida hasta desbordarla y, al quedar vacía, le entrega a aquel que más la ama.
