Blurb: Set against the desolate autumn beauty of Cape Cod, The Last September is a riveting emotional puzzle that takes readers inside the psyche of a woman facing the meaning of love and loyalty.
Brett has been in love with Charlie ever since he took her skiing on a lovely Colorado night fourteen years ago. And now, living in a seaside cottage on Cape Cod with their young daughter, it looks as if they have settled into the life they desired. However, Brett and Charlie’s marriage has been tenuous for quite some time. When Charlie’s unstable younger brother plans to move in with them, the tension simmering under the surface of their marriage boils over.
But what happened to Charlie next was unfathomable. Charlie was the golden boy so charismatic that he charmed everyone who crossed his path; who never shied away from a challenge; who saw life as one big adventure; who could always rescue his troubled brother, no matter how unpredictable the situation.
So who is to blame for the tragic turn of events? And why does Brett feel responsible?
Review: There were quite a few things about this book that I honestly didn’t like. Really, any of the characters and the fact that the biggest drama event of the entire book was revealed in the first paragraph. It is kind of hard to think that I’d still be willing to rate a book that had so much that I wasn’t a fan of as high as this and it was kind of hard to decide. What tipped it for me was just the plain and utter humanness of the entire thing.
Brett’s character embodies so many of the characteristics that just drive me crazy. She is naive and makes incredibly poor choices in her love life, willing to put up with so much for a man that in no way deserves that kind of dedication. Charlie really doesn’t have a single redeeming quality and Ladd just comes across as cold and unemotional. Eli is the only character that I even remotely liked, but with his situation you could only feel extreme pity and sadness for him.
It wasn’t until the very end that I realized why it was that I didn’t like the characters, but I was into the book. It was because they were so very real. It is that realness that, even though I knew what was coming, it still made me tear up in the end. There really wasn’t anything particularly special or outstanding about this story other than the extremity of the issues surrounding mental illness. I think it was the fact that it was just the presentation of ordinary life and struggles and pain touched by that mental illness that made me like this.
There was too much that I wasn’t a fan of to make me love this, but it was still really good.