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ISBN-13: 9780778319993
Publisher: Park Row Books
Release Date: 05-16-17
Length: 368pp
Buy It: Amazon/B&N/Kobo/IndieBound/Audible
Publisher: Park Row Books
Release Date: 05-16-17
Length: 368pp
Buy It: Amazon/B&N/Kobo/IndieBound/Audible
Overview:
Moonstone for empathy. Azurite for memories. Lapis lazuli for truth… In the quiet village of Noon Sun, Benedict Stone has settled into a complacent and predictable routine. Business at his jewelry shop has dried up; his marriage is on the rocks. His life is in desperate need of a jump start…
And then a surprise arrives at his door.
Gemma is Benedict's audacious teenage niece—the daughter of his estranged brother, Charlie. The two Stone brothers had a falling out and haven't spoken in almost two decades, since Charlie left for America. Reckless and stubborn, Gemma invites herself into Benedict's world and turns his orderly life upside down. But she might just be exactly what he needs to get his life back on track…
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Excerpt––
1.
WHITE OPAL
hope, desire, fidelity
AS
BENEDICT STONE HUFFED HIS WAY TO WORK, the sweet smell of the cherry scones in
Bake My Day made him forget for a moment that his wife, Estelle, had packed her
purple suitcase and moved out of their home.
His mouth
watered and he stopped, sniffed and needed something weighty in his stomach to
help sugarcoat his sorrows. He curled his fingers into his palms and tried to
resist, but it was like an ultrastrong magnet pulled him inside the baker’s
shop.
A fella
like you needs more than just a slice of toast, a
sausage roll, bought by a schoolboy, said.
You need
something sweet, too, a chocolate cookie, on display in the glass counter, chipped
in.
Benedict
tried his best to ignore them, but the lure of a succulent bacon sandwich and
an oozy jam doughnut was too strong. He bought both and devoured them before he
reached the front door of his shop, Stone Jewelry, just a few meters away.
When he
unlocked the door, his stomach dropped as he glanced at the 25% Off Sale
sticker he’d taped into his window three months ago.
He
switched on the light and took off his jacket. Gray-aluminum-and-glass cabinets
lined the walls of the two-man-deep and two-and-a-half-man-wide space. The
walls were all painted dolphin gray, and the floor was gray, too. Benedict
thought that the color scheme was calm and elegant, though his assistant,
Cecil, claimed it needed more vavoom.
A black
door behind the counter led through to Benedict’s workshop. The small, square
room housing his workbench was his sanctuary. When he shut himself away in
there, he could block out the outside world and almost convince himself that
all was still fine with his wife.
He went
inside and straightened up a file on his bench. He liked his tweezers, pliers,
scissors and soldering iron laid out in lines like a surgeon’s instruments. If
Cecil moved his mallet by as little as a centimeter, Benedict could tell. Even
with few entries in his appointment book, he felt driven to work. He crafted
silver bangle after silver bangle, which he stacked like miniature tires on the
shelf.
Benedict
slumped into his chair and placed his hands on his rounded stomach. He imagined
the food dancing in there, laughing at him. Ha-ha. Benedict Stone is a big
guy but he has no self-control.
Shaking his head with remorse, he picked up a brooch he’d been
working on. He switched on his gooseneck lamp and his face reflected in the
black shiny metal.
Stone was a good name for him. His hair was short, swept back
and graphite gray, the same color as the stubble that peppered his upper lip
and chin. Estelle said that he had a kind face, like when kids draw eyes and a
smile into uncooked pastry. His hands were so large they looked as if they’d
been inflated by a bicycle pump, but his fingers were surprisingly nimble when
handling delicate silver findings.
Everything he wore was neutral, from his suit to his socks,
except for his size 14 burgundy loafers. He’d ordered them custom-made,
online, but the company had sent the wrong shade.
I’m sure you can live with a bit of color in your life for once, Estelle
had said with a sigh. Dark red shoes won’t kill you.
But each time Benedict wore them, he felt conspicuous. His
width and height attracted attention, and now he sported berry-hued loafers.
As usual, Cecil arrived at the shop ten minutes late. He had a
tropical dress sense, wearing a powder blue suit, with a peach shirt and an
emerald green tie. His white hair was waxed into a small triangle that reminded
Benedict of a budgerigar’s quiff. Cecil spent a lot of time with his two young
nieces, so often spoke as if he was on social media.
Each day, he brought his cat, the fearsome Lord Puss, into work. A white Persian who thought he was superior to humans, Lord Puss sat on a purple velvet cushion on the counter, where he greeted customers with narrow lemon eyes and a flex of his claws.
Each day, he brought his cat, the fearsome Lord Puss, into work. A white Persian who thought he was superior to humans, Lord Puss sat on a purple velvet cushion on the counter, where he greeted customers with narrow lemon eyes and a flex of his claws.
Praise:
Publishers Weekly
03/20/2017In her delightful second novel, Patrick once again imbues objects with magic. In her first book, The Curious Charms of Arthur Pepper, bracelet charms transform a widower’s life. Here, gemstones—their singular qualities head every chapter—take on special meaning for jeweler Benedict Stone (yes, “Stone”). His bleak life—Estelle, his wife of nearly 10 years, is taking a “time out” from their marriage—is upturned when Gemma (yes, “Gemma”) the teenage daughter of his estranged brother, Charles, shows up from America on the doorstep of his home in Noon Sun, a small English village. Although instinct tells him Gemma may be running from something, Benedict allows her to stay and shows her something dear to him: his late father’s notebook about gems and their meanings, to which Gemma adds additional comments. It’s particularly poignant for Benedict to connect with his niece because his temporary separation from Estelle was provoked by their being unable to have children of their own. Gemma comes up with some ideas for him to win Estelle back (“WEB”) and, in the process, gets him on an exercise and better eating routine, helps renovate his tired store, rejuvenates his passion for work, and alters the lives of countless Noon Sun villagers. More importantly, a long-held secret is divulged, a feud ended, and the varied meanings of family explored. (May)
Phaedra's debur
Meet Phaedra:Phaedra Patrick studied art and marketing and has worked as a stained glass artist, film festival organizer and communications manager. She has won numerous prizes for her short stories, and now writes full time. She lives in the UK with her husband and son.
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