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THE SECOND HOME by Christina Clancy

THE SECOND HOME

by Christina Clancy

Pub Date: June 2nd, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-250-23960-0
Publisher: St. Martin's

A single summer at their Cape Cod vacation home shatters the harmony among the three Gordon teenagers, splitting them off on separate, life-altering trajectories.

With its fond descriptions of Cape Cod’s land- and seascapes and an evocation of a historic house layered with love and secrets, Clancy’s debut clearly has its eye firmly set on the summer-read market. Her family-based story is narrated from the perspectives of Ed and Connie Gordon’s children—daughters Ann and Poppy and son Michael, whom they adopted after his mother died when he was 16. The kindly, pot-smoking Gordon parents are teachers based in Milwaukee, but the family's summers are always spent on the East Coast, in the comfy saltbox house originally owned by the children’s great-grandfather. It’s there, in 1999, that fractures develop, as Ann starts babysitting for the Shaw family and Poppy begins to break away, to surf and take drugs. Michael, a mistrustful teen with a history of abuse, is attracted to Ann, and his feelings might be reciprocated, but the budding—if inappropriate—attraction between them is eclipsed by an unhealthy relationship that develops between Ann and Anthony Shaw, father of her charges. The older man’s pursuit of 17-year-old Ann will lead to a crossroads for her and for Michael, too, as manipulative Anthony enmeshes both of them in an intricate tangle of lies and deception. Clancy’s novel rests heavily on this plot point, a not-entirely-solid structure that raises questions of credibility for the remainder of the tale. The story jumps forward to 2015, when a reckoning on the future of the house must be made even though the three siblings are still pulling in different directions. While matters head toward not unexpected resolutions, the immersiveness of this holiday read remains hobbled by cool characters and an implausible plot.

The uninterrupted sunshine of a beach read is clouded by its awkward structure.