Vanda has always had a strained, volatile and unloving relationship with her mother, Dena. When Vanda and her best friend Patty meet a new group of friends they are introduced to love and also to God.
There are brief moments when it seems as though Dena can change and become the mother Vanda has always longed for, but these moments are short-lived, leaving Vanda feeling more and more bitter.
Egan, her Irish boyfriend, is the perfect antidote, but their plans for a happy forever are put to the test when he is forced to return to Ireland.
To make matters worse, an unwanted pregnancy stops Vanda from joining him, and she discovers an anger towards her mother that consumes her.
Will Vanda rely on God to get her through this traumatic time, and will Egan be the forever she has longed for all her life?
The author has rated this book PG (not necessarily suitable for children).
My eyes kept flickering to Egan. He was not much taller than I was, with thick brown wavy hair and grey eyes and a few freckles sprayed over his nose. Although he had been in the country for two years already, his Irish accent was still very strong. If he got annoyed with having to repeat himself continuously so we could actually understand what he was saying, he never showed it.
I had to tell Patty about this strange attraction I was feeling towards him. We giggled and continued to watch the lads play their touch rugby, and the surfers beat one wave after another. Patty promised, under duress of course, not to say anything to Liam. A feeling of nostalgia washed over both of us as we reminisced about being little girls back at school sharing stories about our boy crushes.
They finished their game and came running towards us a little too fast for my liking. Before I could voice my concern, Patty and I were whipped up, our objections unheard as we screamed and squealed. The sea was upon us within seconds and we were flung into the oncoming waves like sacks of potatoes.
As we went under the water, the waves broke over us, pounding us and tossing our limp unsuspecting bodies around like rubber dolls in the wind. We clambered and fought our way to what we suspected was the surface. We gasped for the air our lungs were bursting for, and we wiped the water from our eyes and the hair from our faces. Then we swam hastily back to land, kicking with as much strength as we could muster.
At the shore line we staggered and swayed and splashed our way onto the sand, trying to get as far away from the sea as possible and into a hysterical crowd of lads. Patty landed Liam such a punch on the arm that he probably felt it all of the next week. Jude offered us towels to dry off as we made our way back to our spot on the beach, where we had to endure the various different angles and scenarios of how we had looked during our little dunking escapade.
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