I am exhausted by old plots. From the New York Times Book Review today:
“Childhood friends in their mid-thirties find themselves at the crossroads of live and love. A vacation on the shore of North Carolina’s Outer Banks seems to be just what they need. But when an unexpected guest arrives, they all begin to question everything they thought they knew. Sometimes, when you need a change in your life, the tide just happens to pull you in the right direction.”
Perhaps I’m jaded by too many years in publishing (already… and it has not been all that many), but this and other selected summer reads are just too much over played. Too much of the same.