Can I just say, Robin's books stick with me. I read the third Katie book -- and that night I dreamed of those chimchanga things from Casa de Pedro. Like, I watched the shop keeper make it and then I ate it. I don't even know what a chimichanga is. It was like Subway in my mind. Just to let you all know.
I read this absolutely wonderful book by Robin Jones Gunn about a week ago, and I can still see images of the big waves in Hawaii and a broken staircase with a big, loud storm and Jordan clicking away on his camera and Sierra's wild hair moving in the wind and that beautiful peace I always feel when I read one of Robin's books.
Set in what I guess we'd call two different point of views -- moving from Jordan to Sierra -- this romance was innocent and wonderful and I could literally see myself right there on the beach, watching as Jordan (You'll meet him once you start the book, in case you have no idea who I'm talkin' about!) takes photos. Feeling the sadness of characters and making decisions right alongside Sierra.
The beautiful God-things demonstrated in the book that delve right into my life. The advice, the love, the words.
So, here it is. The beginning of Sierra's life after Brazil. It's been four years since Rancho Corono and that awesome as frozen yoghurt machine that I've always wanted -- and Sierra's friend is shouting her on a vacation to Hawaii. (Did I really just write vacation? I'm not American. I meant holiday.)
If you love the Christy books, the Sierra books, the Katie books and you've always wondered what on earth happened to Sierra... well, may I recommend this book? Because you'll love it. You really will.