The Lake House is the perfect fall/winter book for me. I had been saving it for a treat during a chilly day and cracked it open during a recent holiday. I was happily ensconced with it at my couch, underneath a blanket for the next 3 ½ hours, savoring every delicious word. (This is my idea of heaven, BTW. This, along with a mug of thick hot chocolate and a plate of cookies.)
In The Lake House, we have the adventurous and imaginative Alice, a budding young writer scribbling all sorts of stories while at her family’s lake house in Cornwall, Loenneth. Alice’s mother, Eleanor, was so enchanting as a child that she was inspiration for a classic children’s book written by a family friend, the Lewis Carroll-like Mr. Llewellyn. When she grows into a young woman, Eleanor falls in love with Anthony Edevane under such romantic circumstances that their love story becomes the stuff of legend.
Thus, the Edevanes live a fabled life, with magical summers that culminate in an annual party. Thus, it would seem that the Edevanes are charmed, until Alice’s little brother goes missing the night of their grand party and is never found again.
Many years later, Loenneth has fallen into disrepair for the Edevane family has never returned to summer there since Theo’s disappearance. Alice Edevane is now an imperious but bestselling author of crime novels. Her carefully erected façade starts to crack when a detective on forced leave decides to resurrect Theo’s cold case and starts doing off-duty investigation. Alice is hiding some secrets about that fateful Midsummer night so long ago … could they be the key to solving what happened to Theo?
The Lake House has everything that makes me such a devoted Kate Morton fan. First, there’s the wild and beautiful setting of Cornwall. As always, Morton’s descriptions are so vivid, I can see, feel and hear every detail. Then there are the characters, which are rendered with such specificity that they live and breathe, from an elderly woman in her 90s to an 11-month-old baby. But tantamount to all is Story. There is never any doubt when cracking open Morton's books that I will be seduced from the first page. As I do every time, my mind races with possibilities of what or whodunit. Events are seen from one perspective then another, and their significance is altered. Just when I think I know what happened, Morton surprises me yet again.
In The Lake House, Morton masterfully weaves a haunting and captivating tale.