An attempt at fanfiction by The Puppy with Mara Buck's Review of Lost & Found and Picture This by Jacqueline Sheehan
“I’m in love with that Cooper dog you read me about. When can we visit him? He’s got waterfront property so I know he’s rich. I need me a wealthy boyfriend, cause you sure ain’t got one. He’s one powerful dude. Lemme email him. Send him my Facebook link. I’ll send him that photo of me in the bikini. I got great legs and a fab butt. Somebody in this family’s gotta be a looker! I’m wearing my sexy collar.” The Puppy is prattling on about her dreamboat, a huge black Lab named Cooper who’s a prominent character in Jacqueline Sheehan’s two best-selling novels: Lost & Found and Picture This.
“Cooper’s a character in a book, sweetie. There’s no real Cooper. Only a pretend Cooper.” I have to be kind because her highness is hoarding my books. She already kissed the covers numerous times, but her devotion knows no limits and I’m forever vigilant.
“Then where’d they get his photos, huh? Can’t answer that, can ya? That’s one real hottie if I ever saw one. I love him more than any of my other boyfriends. I want Cooper. NOW! Where’s he at?” The Puppy hauls out her battered copy of The Maine Atlas and I know I’m in trouble.
The vagaries of Cooper and his aptitude for two-dimensional romance notwithstanding, these are terrific books.
Sheehan takes risks with that pesky likeability problem for readers of ‘women’s fiction.’ She is honest and her characters are honest and honesty can lead to some strange actions indeed. The author is a psychologist and she knows her stuff. I applaud her courage. When did we begin to give Anna Karenina a polite bottle of Seconal instead of the railroad tracks? These books don’t come quite to that extreme, but there are more than a few unsettling moments not usually found in polite society.
The books are set on Maine, but with a few striking exceptions the characters are not “of” Maine. Rather they relish that Maine of the summer people, the Maine of loons crying on the lake at camp.
Sheehan isn’t afraid to lend sensibility to an abandoned house that craves attention as well as to that special dog with a sense of his own existence. Whereas (unlike The Puppy) Cooper doesn’t actually vocalize his thoughts, Sheehan allows him to have a sense of his own existence. Dog lovers understand.
There is a thread of loyalty throughout these two novels that I find most refreshing. The marriage is a beautiful, loving one; the widow decides to become loyal to a girl who presents herself as a potential daughter of the dead husband; an elderly couple are loyal to each other as friends even post divorce; another young girl, although seriously flawed, craves loyalty in those around her, even an abandoned house senses when humans feel responsible for its welfare and, once responsible, then loyal, and then of course, there’s Cooper.
Sometimes an author is brave enough to allow herself to inhabit her own work, taking the reader by the hand along for the journey. Sheehan does take us by the hand in such a thoughtful, caring manner that I can only assume the clients of her psychological practice must treasure her! It takes skill to do this, of course, but it also takes a great deal of guts to lay yourself bare beside your characters, sharing their grief, their doubts, their foibles. There are some huge issues tackled in these novels. I suggest you introduce yourself to them, and if you’re not ready to fess up to your most private emotions, well, you (like The Puppy) can always lust after Cooper.