Grace at Low Tide by Beth Webb Hart (WestBow Press, $13.99)
"Now, I grew up in the city of Charleston and life was just beginning to take shape for me there. I'd survived my freshman year of high school without getting in any trouble, the first in our family who didn't drink and have to go before a judge for the charge of possession of alcohol by a minor. My church had just gotten Bethany, the first female youth minister they'd ever had, and I was meeting with her and a group of girls for breakfast once a week and going to coed youth group on Wednesday nights. Sasser, one of my good old friends who is also the PK from my neighborhood (priest's kid), had taken me into his confidence over the mysterious and much gossiped breakup of his parents' marriage. He even got me praying, too, for the one request that seemed to permeate his every waking moment: that his mama would come to her senses and return home to him and his father. He has this vision that involves sitting around the dining table again sharing the best and worst parts of their day…So, I'm bored to tears out here on this dead island while I wait for Daddy's plan to get us back to town. Not to mention that the tap water tastes rusty and the pluff mud from the creek manages to find its way onto everything, staining my T-shirts and attaching itself to the crevises on the bottom of my shoes. And then there is Daddy's temper, which has increased in its unpredictability over this last year." --excerpted from the book
