Hurricanes In Paradise by Denise Hildreth


How important is friendship? I've always been taught that friends are able to make our lives more balanced and happy. "Hurricanes in Paradise" by Denise Hildreth is about four women, Laine, Winnie, Tamyra and Riley, who meet in the Bahamas during a vacation. Before their trip to the islands these women did not know one another. Their friendships are new and serendipitous. Perhaps, miraculous is the word. After all, the life journey of each one became less heavy after they met one another in Paradise.

Like in all friendships there is anger, misunderstandings, laughter, tears and the revealing of secrets. Behind all of these emotions is a "healing" of body and mind. The first person to mention a "healing" is Roy Rogers, a man who meets each woman at the airport. Who is Roy Rogers? I have my idea. You might have a different idea. I'll say he is an ethereal person.

While there are many emotional hurricanes going on in "Hurricanes in Paradise" by Denise Hildreth, there is laughter too. Winnie, the oldest one of the bunch, made me fall out laughing. From her swimming suit to a gown she is always wearing bright, earth shattering sequins.  I especially loved the part where the ladies go out to swim with the dolphins. The dolphins only add to the beauty of the islands. These whistling giants also help us know another bit of Tamyra's history.


I've tried to pick my favorite character. It is impossible. I cried for each of these women. I grew angry with these women when they met jealousy with a face. I swooned with these women when good looking Christian came along. I breathed a sigh of relief when one mother came to the islands to hold her daughter's hand. I doubled over crying when one woman dropped to her knees after her fears came true.

In books some characters are forgettable. Other characters stay with you forever. These characters will live with me through each stormy day and on the sunny days too because there is always an end to a storm.

Comments

Mirella Patzer said…
Thanks very much for stopping by my blog! I'm a book lover too. What lovely blogs you have. I'll stop by and visit often!
June 4, 2010 at 3:00 PM
Tea said…
Mirella, thank you! You're too kind. Thanks very much.
June 5, 2010 at 3:52 AM
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