Jane Shea is a list maker, a planner, a worrier. She's
excited about her week-long trip to Maui with her
boyfriend, Jimmy, but she worries that they will miss their
plane, or lose their luggage, or get sunburned. Jane thinks
it's a good sign when Jimmy surprises her by being early to
pick her up for the airport, but once they arrive in
Hawaii, their trip doesn't go as smoothly.
First, the fancy oceanfront hotel lost their reservation
and they end up in a rundown motel's one-room efficiency
with a view of the parking lot. Then, Jimmy's credit card
is declined and he is increasingly distant and upset. The
worst part is when they go down to the beach for some fun
in the waves; Jimmy goes into the water to scuba dive and
never comes back out.
Suddenly, Jane's plans for a relaxing week are revised to
include a search team and a police detective, plus another
woman from Jimmy's life and a mysterious man. In all her
planning, Jane didn't worry that her boring life could be
turned completely upside down by one little trip to Maui!
This new novel from Carol Snow is smartly written,
with appealing characters and a plot just wacky enough to
be plausible. The perpetually nervous Jane remains
sympathetic and relatable throughout her adventures on the
island. The "other woman" character is rather outrageously
depicted, but this is perfect, since she's described only
from Jane's perspective. Although the plot is not fast-
paced, the story left me guessing until the end and the
romance was slow, sweet and satisfying. I've enjoyed Ms.
Snow's previous novels, but this is my new favorite!
From the author of the “delightful”( Booklist)
Getting Warmer, a comedy about what happens when
the best lei’d plans go awry.
When Jane Shea’s
boyfriend, Jimmy, invites her to spend a week at a swanky
resort in Maui, she’s thrilled—of course—but nervous, too.
She worries about missing their flight. She worries about
losing her luggage. It never even occurs to her that she
might misplace Jimmy.
But paradise has a way of
attracting trouble, and Jane hasn’t even managed to learn
the hula or paddle under a waterfall before Jimmy
disappears. When the police suggest that Jimmy has
drowned, Jane thinks things can’t get any worse—but her
troubles have just begun. This is one vacation the
guidebooks never prepared her for.
Excerpt
Chapter One
In the weeks leading up to my Maui vacation with Jimmy, I
considered all of the things that could go wrong.
Illness ranked pretty high. I could catch a cold, which in
turn could mutate into a sinus infection – hardly a rarity
in this dirty Southern Californian air, and notoriously
resistant to antibiotics. I could contract food poisoning
or one of those nasty tummy bugs that my coworkers
occasionally import from their kids. I could get the flu
(some odd and potentially lethal strain not included in my
annual shot), conjunctivitis, or the shingles (which are
reputed to be extremely painful, despite the comical name).
As our travel date approached without a cough, itch, or
looming workplace epidemic, I turned my attention to
traffic. Jimmy and I live at opposite ends of Orange
County – he on the fashionable end (Laguna Beach) and I in
the not-so-fashionable, forty-minutes-inland town of Brea,
which is the Spanish word for “tar.” Actually, Brea is a
nice, unpretentious, wholesome kind of town – just the kind
of place you’d like to raise your kids, if you have them.
I don’t.
Jimmy offered to drive to the airport because my car was
nicer and more apt to be stolen. Without traffic, Jimmy
could make it from Laguna Beach to Brea to LAX in an hour
and a half. But since we weren’t planning to drive at
three o’clock in the morning on a Sunday, we could assume
there would be traffic. With traffic, the trip could take
three hours. Or five.
There are some things you just can’t control.
Like flight delays. Or cancellations.
The odds of weather problems between Los Angeles and Maui
were slim (though not impossible), but the flight
originated in Atlanta and had to cross the entire country
before embarking on the final tropical leg. After ten
years here, I’d practically forgotten about weather, which
Californians define as anything over a hundred degrees or
under sixty, but I knew it was out there. I watched the
Weather Channel. At least, I had ever since Jimmy asked me
to spend a week with him in Maui.
There was an inch of snow in Denver. It was ten below in
Chicago. In Brisbane, Australia, the month was the driest
on record. (There’s only so much they can say about local
conditions on the Weather Channel, and I found the
international segments oddly compelling.) But as for the
weather between Atlanta and Los Angeles, and Los Angeles
and Maui? The skies were clear.
It wasn’t until Jimmy showed up at my condo on the day of
our flight that I realized what all of my worrying had been
about. He was an hour early – a relationship first. When
I saw him standing in my doorway in a pale blue polo shirt,
his sunglasses hanging from a cord around his neck, I burst
into giddy laughter, equal parts joy and relief.
I had never really been concerned about sinus infections, I
realized. About traffic or flight delays. All of that was
just a diversion, a way to avoid thinking about the worst
possibility of all.
I was afraid that Jimmy wouldn’t show up.
I didn’t think he’d stand me up or anything – he wasn’t
that unreliable. But he had a way of calling at the last
minute, as I was applying my mascara or turning off the
Weather Channel. Stuck in a meeting, he’d say. Buried
with work. He’d make it up to me, he’d promise. Cross his
heart and hope to die.
And today he’d come through. If a trip to Maui wasn’t
making it up to me, what was?
I never once worried about what would happen once we landed
in Maui, after we’d gathered our luggage and set off for
the resort.
As long as Jimmy showed up, the week would be perfect.
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