Whose Waves These Are by Amanda Dykes begins in September, 1944. Identical twin brothers in a small Maine village, Ansel-by-the -Sea, have just turned eighteen. Enlistment in military service has been closed "to protect the home-front work force," but the draft is in effect. A letter arrives from the President ordering one of the twins to report for duty. Robert Bliss assumes, hopes, the letter is for him. He's single, ready to go. His brother, Roy, is married to Jenny--the girl Robert has loved for years but didn't speak up for soon enough. Roy and Jenny have just discovered they're going to be parents.
But, no. The letter is for Roy.
Robert proposes that he could go in Roy's place. They've stood in for each other many times. But Roy argues that it's his turn to help save others.
Then we're whisked to Chicago in 2001, where Annie Bliss crunches numbers. She was an anthropology major, but her first assignment to help a small village ended in disaster. In her current job, at least she can't hurt anybody.
Then she receives news that her "Grandbob" back in Ansel-by-the-Sea is in grave condition in the hospital.
Annie speeds back to Maine, where she had visited as a child when her parents' deployments overlapped and they left her with Bob. There she is known as "Bob's Annie."
While Bob is unconscious, Annie gets reacquainted with the people she knew. There's one newcomer since she lived there, a quiet, brooding postman and EMT named Jeremiah Fletcher, or Fletch. Annie discovers boxes of rocks in a closet in Bob's house. Jeremiah shows her even more in the boathouse. Bob has left her a key, but no word about what it belongs to. As Annie asks around town, people either don't know or aren't sharing what Bob was up to.
The point of view switches back and forth between these two time frames. The older one unfolds what happened with the brothers during the war and the years afterward. As one grieves the loss of the other, he writes the only poem of his life asking for rocks to represent people lost during the war. He plans to build something to represent hope and healing. But another tragedy halts his efforts.
The twenty-first century timeline shares Annie's story and shows her discovering the pieces of her history that she had not known.
I loved this book. I just wanted to sit and hug it after finishing it. It left me wishing I could visit Ansel-by-the-Sea, if it were a real place and these people lived there. I love books with a strong sense of place, whose stories could not have taken place anywhere else.
I loved the characters. I loved the way the author unfolded and wove together everyone's stories.
I also loved many of the author's turns of phrases. A few:
A wake is a ripple left after a departure (p. 41).
He said it was time to be part of the unbreaking, of the making of something. He told me there was a Carpenter who was going to build me right up, too (p. 75).
She looks at Bob lying there, face mapped in wrinkles carved from compassion (p. 79).
She's used to city life, rich in its own way, with an energy and bustle from the lives there, but where eye contact is a safety issue and a good neighbor is your insurance company's tagline (p. 87).
Annie tries for small talk. Which, as she'd learned, could sometimes lead to large talk. Which made the small talk bearable (p. 131).
Don't get stuck in the dark . . . There's a whole lotta light . . . Go there instead (p. 171).
Saluting---a stance of the fiercest heartache schooled into firmest respect (p. 173).
The song she offered up was all the more beauitful in its wavering and brokenness. Courageous, and offering. The laying out of her broken heart before her God (p. 188).
Words begin to light up, pour right through, like someone turned on a faucet and he's just trying to catch them. They're not his, really, he's just the one scratching them out (p. 188).
He slaps courage back into himself and goes to church (p. 202).
I choose to believe there is some shred of light left in him. A light I pray he fights for (p. 238).
His thoughts are becoming more like an ongoing conversation with heaven, these days---usually more questions than anything else. And this was a big one. What now? (p. 249).
He looks like someone who's been cut loose to drift and hasn't found shore (p. 252).
Not healed . . . but held. Like the pieces of him have been gathered right up, and that is enough for now. The rest will follow (p. 275).
The strength of the storm does not change whose waves these are. There is One mightier still (p. 348).
I was motivated to read this book because I had seen high praise for it. That praise was well-deserved. I'll be looking up more of Amanda Dykes' books to read.
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