I picked up Martha Brooks’s Mistik Lake on my way through the library last week. I LOVED (as in “in love,” would marry it in a second) True Confessions of a Heartless Girl. Mistik Lake isn’t quite so raw, but it’s lovely — a poignant family story with a great love affair and a nice serving of sisterhood on the side.
Don’t ask me why, but about half way through Mistik Lake I was convinced that the main character and her boyfriend were going to turn out to be siblings. Which was not the case. So that was a relief.
I wasted to reassure you in advance, so you can relax and enjoy the novel. (And yes, that was a joke. I am aware that I am the only one twisted enough to worry about such things.)