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Sickeningly 'Pleasantville' Esque, Minus the Humor
Love Visiting with Miss Read
A nice treatEveryone looks forward to the warmth of summer. For the school employees including Miss Read and most villagers, the highlight of the summer is the wedding of teacher Miss Briggs. As Spring slowly turns to Summer and the wedding nears, Miss Read's friend Amy begins to act strange and ultimately vanishes. Miss Read wonders if Amy is okay, what else will happen before school starts anew, and who will become the new custodian?
SUMMER AT FAIRACRE is a leisurely cozy look at a small English village. The story line is fun for those readers who want to kick back and follow a relaxing tale filled with friendly charcaters (and one not so friendly individual). Anyone who wants to observe life in a small village during the latter half of the twentieth century, this novel and the entire series provides an unhurried but insightful look.
Harriet Klausner


A College Student's review
"Faith" and civil rights in Mississippi.
Where was God during the Civil Rights Movement?

Good Summer readingI do agree that the ending kind of stunk. It seemed too rushed. Other than that, great book.
Amazing book can be hard to read
Couldn't have been betterAnd I had no problem with the ending -- it was plausible and it fit the characters.


Good but off the mark.
Missing something essential
Tensions and misunderstandings during a Maine summer

not a speck of credibility in this inane serial killer tale
Parker is masterful at capturing hard-to-look-at emotions
Summer of Fear by T. Jefferson Parkerone of the best authors around.
THIS book was my favorite however, because there are two stories going on at once and they are both fascinating.
The first is a crime writer who's wife if dying, literally wasting away in front of him, and the touching realistic way he is trying to deal with it.
Then, there is a serial killer on the loose in So. CA (Orange County) which is a laid back beach community, and the serial killer begins communicating with the crime writer. Some serial killer books can be too grueling to read, and although I was glad I wasn't alone while reading this book, it was a good psychological thriller, and with the skill of a writer like T. Jefferson, this book was just hard to put down.
Scary one minute, and then heart breaking in the next chapter.
I'm hoping that this book will have some sort of sequel, at least with the crime writer coming back so we can see how his life is now, and his job is so interesting that there are many more story line possibilities.
I'm an avid read, and mystery is my favorite genre, and T. Jefferson Parker just gets better and better the more he writes.
I recommend you read any of his books, especially this one. The latest books with Merci Rayborne are great as is Silent Joe.
I love the California beach background and all of his main characters; you feel as if you've met them and care about their life. He is a truly gifted writer, and if I recommend a writer to read it is definetly T. Jefferson Parker!
Summer of Fear is for the truly hard core mystery fans, which I am, and the mixture of fear, pathos and also love, loss and closure, makes for a book that I didn't want to end.
Thank you T. Jefferson Parker.


Soap Opera on Paper; Predicitable and Repetitive
Honest, real people willing to sit in the fire.
Tilt-a-Whirl of Thought and Emotion!!

breathtakingly bad
Summer trancesIf your taste has been honed on latter-day twentieth century realism, as filtered through a tradition which judges the real by its grittiness and roughness, you don't want this book. If you think the real and the surreal don't mix, you also don't want this book. If you don't think sellout and betrayal are major issues, or if you think the only forms they take are dramatic and violent ones, you'll wonder what all the fuss in the book is about. Finally, if you don't like prolonged conversations, don't believe in the "realism" of people speaking articulately and elegantly about their passions and failures, or have trouble connecting frame tales and inside narratives, you really don't want this book.
But, as you can see, I've given it five stars. As I argue at some length in my doctoral dissertation, Salamanca's books, including *That Summer's Trance* are beautiful. They partake of the traditions of the Gothic and of nature writing at least as much as they do of conventional "realism", and the comparison to Proust in one of the other reviews isn't a bad one at all. Their real analogue, though, is to the Jacobean plays to which the author sometimes refers: they're elegant, sometimes stylized, their characters are sometimes archetypes as well as characters, they're neither afraid of earnestness nor without irony, and their sense of disaster inevitably gathering to fullness is discernible from the beginning. If you liked *The Duchess of Malfi* or *The White Devil* or even *The Changeling*, you DO want this book. If you're not afraid of length and complication or put off by any of the factors I mention above, you want this book. If you like Proust, you probably want this book.
And why? Well, among my other (several dozen) reasons, there's the fact that Salamanca's writing is beautiful, at the sentence level. I warn you, many people hate him for this: they say it's *too* beautiful, too conscious, too unrealistic to be--well, real. I can think of no contemporary author whose style is like his, and, I warn you again, he's been castigated vigorously for that by some critics. I don't say they're necessarily wrong in despising the elaborately beautiful, or in wanting less sense of artifice. But I can't despise it. And I think it behooves us to remember that the original is not always the fashionable, the obviously cutting-edge, nor what we expect of the real. There are, I grant you, a lot of words (rather in the way that, in the film *Amadeus*, the ruler decided that Mozart's opera had "too many notes.") But they are good words. A sentence pulled at random from a random page: "The quality of everything had changed; the blazing, fervent world had become abandoned, enervated, a place of drifting sand and smothered footprints and lengthening shadows."
Honestly, if you want a shorter and less intimidating Salamanca to read, you might want to start with *Embarkation*, if you can find it. But if you're game, and if you're not put off by a style which few readers now really understand or enjoy, by all means have a go at *That Summer's Trance.* It's beautiful, and painful, and disastrous. I won't tell you the plot, since plenty of other reviews will (the poem from which the epigraph is taken, Santayana's sonnet "As in the Midst of Battle", will give you a pretty good idea of how it ends) but I will add that Jill is NOT "evil personified", as one reviewer claimed (quite the contrary) and that the book's numerous betrayals are nearly all the protagonist's. Not a comfortable book to read, either, if one's own betrayals and sellouts are at all tender to the touch.
DevastatingThis is terrible, beautiful writing and knowing....


Not the best horse story I've ever reviewedSome examples:
Tom's been riding for only 2 years, not nearly long enough to qualify for open jumping events. In reality, he'd be in walk, trot, canter over fences, no more than two feet high.
The story takes place in mid-summer. The horse's winter coat would be long gone; therefore, no need to discuss clipping him out.
Tom and Nick buy a gray mare at a sale. Nick estimates she's about 3, then gives Tom a leg up onto the mare's back. What responsible riding instructor would put a student on an unknown horse's back?
They go for a ride; Nick calls for a canter, and Tom 'crouches' over Chancey's back. Good riders don't 'crouch' at a canter. They sit deep in the saddle with a straight back.
At one point, Tom 'sprang' into the saddle. Makes him sound like a kangaroo.
Tom often rides the horse hard, cantering over fences, then puts him away without cooling him off first; or worse, feeding him immediately after riding. Once, he interrupted a horse's feed (grain) to ride it at a gallop. It's a miracle it didn't colic.
And then Tom, mounted on Feather whom he's barely ridden, wins the open jumping class as a prestigous horse show, beating a class of 100+ experienced riders.
I could go on, but suffice it to say, if this so-called educational publisher wants to produce quality horse stories for children that will help teach them about the right way to handle horses and ponies, they should take a good look at this sub-standard series and reconsider continuing its publication.
Interesting
Great!

A point here and a point there and a lot of [nothing] in between
Sara's really a bad influence for all of us!
I loved this book!

A college literature major could do better
One of the better books I have read
Fabulous!
I even found the book's description to be so frivolous in it's worries, (is that really all there is to this simple book?), so much that it comes across as really funny, which certainly wasn't the author's intent. No, that couldn't be true because in fact even though the book has little humor, the main character's sense of fun is worse being so commonly plain throughout, that one has to think and then upon comprehension, a first response is to dismiss it quickly having found it horribly anti-social. A good recommendation really is that one could and should in fact read a screenplay to the 'Waltons' before picking up this tiresome, out of touch, babbling and boring story which is comparable only to an old ladies' private medical journal. The questions that I ask are, how did author Miss Read get this ratty thing published? And has the world really changed this much in only 15 years, since the time of it's publishing?
I will say that Miss Read has a nice vocabulary which she incorporates flowingly into her writing style, and so the vocabulary is its saving grace, yet good writing is to be expected from an adult novel. Without that between the lines, I imagine the plot would be so utterly simple and contain character dialogue so grittingly uninteresting, that it would have no distinction from a girl's young adult oh-so-pleasant fictional published in the 1950's era.
All in all, the strong points make this book a worthwhile read, yet it still purrs one 'P' too many in pppppleasant to consider it a good, substantial read. Expect it to be found only in flea markets or antique shops come 10-15 years down the road.