Sheltering Rain

Sheltering Rain

by Jojo Moyes

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Overview

From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Me Before You, the basis for the major motion picture, comes the touching, unforgettable story of three generations of Irish women faced with the fundamental truths of love, duty, and the unbreakable bond that unites mothers and daughters.

Estranged from her mother since she ran away from her rural Irish home as a young woman, Kate swore a future oath that she’d always be a friend to her daughter, Sabine. But history has a way of repeating itself, and Kate now faces an ever-widening chasm between herself and her daughter. With Sabine about to make her own journey to Ireland to see the grandmother Kate abandoned, Kate is left wondering how they ever made it here, and what she can do to close the gap between them. 

For Joy, seeing her granddaughter is a dream come true. After the painful separation from Kate, she’s looking forward to having time with Sabine. Yet almost as soon as the young woman arrives, the lack of common ground between them deflates her enthusiasm. And when Sabine’s impetuous, inquisitive nature forces Joy to face long-buried secrets from her past, she realizes that perhaps it’s time to finally heal old wounds.

“This perceptive…novel does the mother-and-daughter thing in page-turning style.”Elle

 

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780062297693
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 08/23/2016
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 448
Sales rank: 154,043
Product dimensions: 5.42(w) x 7.96(h) x 1.08(d)

About the Author

Jojo Moyes is a British novelist and journalist. She is one of only a few authors to have twice won the Romantic Novel of the Year Award by the Romantic Novelists' Association and has been translated into eleven different languages.

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Chapter One

October 1997

Kate's windscreen wipers finally gave up just outside Fishguard, sticking, and then sliding resignedly down toward the bonnet, at the exact moment that the rain, which had been satisfied with simply heavy, chose to become torrential.

“Oh, bugger,” she said, swerving as she flicked the dashboard switch up and down. “I can't see a thing. Sweetheart, if I pull over at the next lay by, could you reach your arm out and give the screen a wipe?”

Sabine pulled her knees up into her chest and scowled at her mother. “It's not going to make the slightest difference. We might as well just stop.”

Kate pulled the car to a stop and wound down her window, trying to wipe her own half with the end of her velvet scarf. “Well, we can't stop. We're running late. And I can't have you missing the ferry.”

Her mother was a generally mild-mannered soul, but Sabine knew that note of steel in Kate's voice, and knew that it said nothing short of a tsunami was going to prevent Sabine getting on that ferry. It was not a huge surprise; it was a note she had come up against many times in the past three weeks, but having to hear yet another reinforcement of her ultimate powerlessness in the face of her mother made Sabine's lower lip jut unconsciously, and her body turn away in mute protest.

Kate, finely tuned to her daughter's mercurial moods, glanced over, noted it, and looked away. “You know, if you weren't so busy being determined to hate this, you might just havea good time.”

“How can I have a good time? You're sending me to a place I've been to all of twice in my whole life, to stay in Bog City, with a grandmother you like so much you haven't seen her in bloody years, basically to be some kind of domestic skivvy while my grandfather pops his clogs. Great. Some holiday. I'm just gagging for it.”

“Oh, look. They're working again. Let's see if we can make it to the port.” Kate wrenched the wheel, and the battered Volkswagen lurched forward onto the wet road, sending tea-colored fans of spray up at each side window. “Look. We don't know that your grandfather is that ill; he's just frail, apparently. And I just think it will be good for you to get away from London for a bit. You've hardly met your granny at all, and it will be nice for you to see a bit of each other before she gets too old, or you go traveling, or whatever.”

Sabine stared determinedly out of her side window.

“Granny. You make it sound like Happy Families.”

“And I know she's ever so grateful for the help.”

Still she refused to look. She knew bloody well why she was being shipped off to Ireland, and her mother knew it, and if she was such a bloody hypocrite that she wasn't going to admit it, then she couldn't expect Sabine to be straight with her, either.

“Left lane,” she said, still not turning around.

“What?”

“Left lane. You need to be in the left lane for the ferry terminal. Oh, for God's sake, Mum, why can't you just wear your bloody glasses?”

Kate wrenched the little car into the left lane, ignoring the beeps of protest behind her, and, under Sabine's bad-tempered direction, eased it over to the windswept sign that indicated foot passengers. She drove until she could see a place to park, a gray, windswept tarmac desert, in the shadow of a featureless gray Lubyanka. Why do they make offices look so dispiriting? she thought, absently. As if people weren't already miserable enough when they got there. When the car and its wipers stopped again, the rain obligingly ensured that it was swiftly erased, turning everything outside into an impressionistic blur.

Kate, for whom most things without her glasses were an impressionistic blur, gazed at the outline of her daughter and wished suddenly that they could have the kind of fond farewells that she was sure other mothers and daughters practiced. She wanted to tell her she was bitterly sorry that Geoff was going, and that for the third time in her young life their domestic arrangements were going to be in upheaval. She wanted to tell her that she was sending her to Ireland to protect her, to save her from witnessing the kind of bitter scenes that she and Geoff had barely been suppressing as they ended their six-year relationship; and she wanted to tell her that even though she and her own mother no longer had any kind of relationship, Kate unselfishly wanted her to feel like she had some kind of grandmother, someone other than just her.

But Sabine always made it impossible for her to say anything, was seemingly covered in an ever-growing coat of spikes, like a glamorous, sulky little porcupine. If she told her she loved her she was told off for being so Little House on the Prairie. If she reached out to hug her, she felt her child visibly flinch in her arms. How did this come about? she repeatedly asked herself. I was so determined that our relationship would be different, that you would have all the freedoms I was denied. That we would be friends. How did you come to despise me?

Kate had become an expert at hiding her apparently odious feelings from her daughter. Sabine hated it even more if she got needy and emotional; it just made her even more prickly. So instead she reached into her overflowing basket-bag and handed over her tickets, as well as what she considered a generous amount of spending money. Sabine didn't even acknowledge it.

“Now, the crossing will take around...”

Sheltering Rain. Copyright © by Jojo Moyes. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Sheltering Rain 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 21 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I picked this book up at a bargain sale not sure if I'd enjoy it, but I loved it. A story of mothers, daughters and grandaughters that everyone can connect to. I will be recommending this book to friends.
LWS0 More than 1 year ago
This is a lovely story, well written and engaging from the start. I would recommend this to anyone who enjoys good contemporary fiction.
bookloverPBC More than 1 year ago
This book is so well thought out and the characters have substance. I would recommend Sheltering Rain and The Girls he Left Behind to any reader who wants something out of the ordinary.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
IT IS AN INTERESTING BOOK, VERY DESCRIPTIVE. MAKES ONE FEEL LIKE THEY ARE LIVING IN IRELAND. I THINK THIS BOOK COULD ME READ BY ALL AGES OF WOMEN. I WOULD DEFINITELY RECOMMEND THIS BOOK FOR A BOOK CLUB DISCUSSION. I HAVE NEVER BOUGHT A BOOK I HAVNE'T ENJOYED FROM BARNES AND NOBLE.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the story line even though the characters were somewhart predictable. However, whoever the editor was needs to be fired. Some of the gaffs were difficult to ignore.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book in one afternoon. It was delightful. I started out disliking almost everybody in this book and ended up likening everybody.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not as good as other books by Moyes. One creepy scene kind of ruined it for me.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well written story that seamlessly mixed the past and present.
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Drom More than 1 year ago
Jojo Moyes has a wonderfull talent drawing you into the lives of the characters. Sheltering Rain is the second book I've read of hers and have loved both; enough that I have bought two more and have already finished one. I highly recommend this book for women, teens, and especially grandmothers, which I am. If you enjoy British humor and have been around any teenage girl you will definitely enjoy this book.
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Great
sparkylg More than 1 year ago
Me Before You was one of my all time favorite books. I enjoy JoJo Moyes sense of humor so I thought I'd enjoy Sheltering Rain. I'm 100 pages into it and sure hope it gets a lot better real soon. I came to this site to read reviews but all I seem to see here are senseless gabberings. Is this a review site or a site for silly conversations? Maybe it's British thing I just don't follow.