Genre: Fiction
Publisher: St. Martin's Press, 2017
Pages: 416
Rating: Do Not Recommend

For the first time in four years, physician Bess Codman visits the compound her great-grandparents built almost a century before, but due to erosion, the once-grand home will soon fall into the sea. Bess must now put aside her complicated memories in order to pack up the house and deal with her mother, a notorious town rabble-rouser, who refuses to leave. It’s not just memories of her family home Bess must face though, but also an old love that might hold new possibilities.
In the midst of packing
Bess rediscovers the forgotten family guest book. Bess’s grandmother and primary
keeper of the book, Ruby, always said Cliff House was a house of women,
and by the very last day of the very last summer at Cliff House, Bess
will understand the truth of her grandmother’s words in ways she never
imagined.
Review: I chose this book for the title, The Book of Summer. It sounded like the perfect January read. Unfortunately, none of the characters spoke to me or few me into their world. This wasn't the most effective use of the "time travel" either.
This wasn't terrible, but it is certainly forgettable. Indifferent - that's how I feel now at the conclusion.
An observation: It did occur to me while I was reading this why so many authors choose New England as the setting of their novels. Granted, there isn't an ocean in the Midwest into which a house could fall, but I'm sure some other catastrophe could be imagined.