Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Pack Up the Moon by Rachael Herron

A poignant novel about loss, lies, and the unbreakable bonds of family.

Three years after a horrible tragedy took her son and tore her family apart, artist Kate Monroe is beginning to pick up the pieces of her life and move on. At a gala showcasing her triumphant return to the art world, Kate’s world is rocked again when the daughter she gave up for adoption twenty-two years ago introduces herself.

Pree is the child Kate never knew and never forgot. But Pree has questions that Kate isn’t sure she’s ready to answer. For one thing, she never told Pree’s father, her high school sweetheart and ex-husband, Nolan, that they had a daughter. For another, Kate hasn’t spoken to Nolan for three years, not since the accident which took their nine-year-old son from them. But to keep Pree from leaving forever, Kate will have to confront the secrets that have haunted her since her son died and discover if the love of her family is strong enough to survive even the most heartbreaking of betrayals…

Pack up the Moon will catch you by surprise.   In fact, it's almost impossible to put down; Herron weaves such a poignant story you find yourself caught up in the characters' lives and are just simply drawn to their hopes, dreams, sorrow and secrets.

I thought it would be a story of a mother's loss, guilt, and hope but it's so much more than that, and it's very hard to explain.  But I fell in love with the characters of Pack of the Moon.  They are very complex, yet realistic and their faults aren't hidden.  I cried with them in many scenes as the emotion took hold but I wept tears of joy for them when there is light and hope.  

I love this book and I can't recommend it highly enough.  I'll be looking for more of this author's work. Pack up the Moon is sure to be a best seller!  Love it!!

*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

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