Liz was going back. Back to what she had known as a
mysterious, wild and deadly lake that had left a
sensation deep inside that seemed stronger than love.
What she would find are the answers to the mystery
behind the lake legend that had haunted her childhood.
She would also come to know the person her grandmother
really is and was.
Through Grandma Ana's tales of memories we hear the
story of Rose, a white woman who was raised by a tribe
of Indians, yet never accepted completely as one of
them, and Cody, a traveling mill saw filer who lived in
his stock truck.
A love story touched by fate, the two meet when his
truck breaks down. He finds reason to stay and their
relationship builds around her talking to crows and his
painting her portrait as she gazes at the lake, a lake
that will become entwined in their lives.
Danger lurks close by in the town that despises
drifters as much as they have contempt for the white
woman who lives with the Indians. Small town connections
are the most deadly kind when you cross someone and the
lovers find out, too late, how dangerous that can be.
Grandma Ana's lessons in love teach Liz how
desperately important it is. Through the telling of her
stories, Ana releases the past from a locked cellar and
relives the raw emotions of it all. She recalls her
vision of being the lake, dreaming the sky.
A beautiful, haunting tale of the complications and
pure joys of love, humanity and art. A hard book to put
down, and a great summer read. As I began I couldn't
wait to read what happened next, to see if the fire
would grow. I finished not wanting it to end but
realizing the torture of climax. A crescendo, smooth and
flowing, it is a hard story to forget.
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