The Last Perfect Summer

 

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My Review...

A nice read about a young lady who wants to be a photographer. That might not sound so odd, but it sure was for a female in the WW1 era. As Louise starts her job as an assistant photographer, she begins to live much more of the war than she thought she might.

While interesting to any age, I think this could be quite enjoyable to Young Adult readers. It is a coming-of-age story in the midst of a historical time. 

Read en excerpt... 

“I bought home dinner from Chong Wa’s restaurant,” Nell said. “Lordy, what a day. Get the dishes out, will you.” She filled a coffee pot with water, added grounds, and put it on stove. Turning around she gave a start. “What’s a dog doing here?”

“The poor thing came to the studio door absolutely drenched from the rain and I had to let her in. Her name is Queenie.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I named her.”

“And you plan to keep her?”

“Yes, ma’am. I couldn’t put her out now.”

“What does Princess think about this?”

Louise grinned “She’s already let Queenie know she’s the boss. Cats always do, don’t they.”

Nell sighed, but she remembered bringing a dog home when she was about Louise’s age, one that lived to a ripe old age, and broke her heart when he died. She sat at the table saying, “Mrs. Altamont was in. She was telling me about a party she and the doctor gave to introduce their nephew, Matthew, to society.”

“Society.” Louise made a rude noise which Nell ignored.

“She said you’re a friend of her nephew.”

Louise put down plates and silverware. “Where’s Annie?”

“She grabbed something to eat from a street vendor and went with some friends to see The Immigrant.”

They began spooning rice and chicken on their plates and Louise said, “Yes, I met Matthew on the streetcar. He wanted to know if it was the right car to get to the Tabernacle. Then today I helped him with a couple of sick boys. He’s a doctor, too.”

“Yes, Mrs. Altamont said he’s joining her husband’s practice.”

“That’s what he said. Umm, this is yummy.”

They ate in silence for a few minutes before Nell put her fork down. “We should be using chopsticks.” She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. “I think I’ll have my eyes checked.”

“Can I get you a cold compress. Would you like a BC Powder.”

“No to the powder but yes to the compress. I’ll build a fire in the parlor and sit there, and it would be lovely if you could bring me a cold compress.” She smiled at Louise. “You mentioned helping the young doctor with some boys and I want to hear about it.”

“I’ll just clean this up and be right with you.” Louise began clearing the uneaten food away, feeding some to her pets. When the kitchen was clean, she filled a basin with water, found a scrap of towel and joined Nell. Soon all four were sitting in the dimly lit room, Nell with a small glass of whiskey in one hand, a purring cat on her lap, and a cold compress over her eyes. A madrona wood fire burned quietly, sending out heat and a pleasant aroma reminiscent of honey. “The Murrays were arrested for selling alcohol,” she said, breaking the silence, then added, “again.”

Louise laughed and cuddled Queenie. “Pete Marinoff and the Murrays will figure out a way to keep the city fathers supplied.”

Nell sighed. “You’re too young to know about these things.” She sipped her drink. “Tell me about your day.” Listening to Louise’s voice, which was a particularly pleasing contralto, and knowing how the girl’s dark eyes sparkle as she talked helped her relax.

“Well, you had quite a day,” Nell said when Louise wound down, “and Matthew sounds like a nice young man.”

“I think he is, and probably all the women he meets through his aunt and uncle will, too.” She pulled the tie off her hair and re-tied it. “I think I should get my hair cut. It’s so fine I just can’t control it.”

Nell moved the cat off her lap, put her empty glass on an end table, and stood up. “I’m too tired to talk about that now. We can discuss it later.” She kissed Louise on the cheek. “’night, love. Don’t forget the fire screen.”

About the Author:

Karla Stover graduated from the University of Washington with honors in history. She has been writing for more than twenty-five years and is well-versed in Puget Sound history. Locally, her credits include The [Tacoma} News Tribune, the Tacoma Weekly, the Tacoma Reporter and the Puget Sound Business Journal. Nationally, she has published in Birds and Blooms and the Ruralite, Internationally, she was a regular contributor to the European Crown and the Imperial Russian Journal. For fifteen years she hosted a radio program in her hometown, Tacoma (Washington). She won the Chistell Prize for a short story called, “One Day at Appomattox.” She is a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution and the Tacoma Historical Society, and is an avid but unsuccessful gardener. Seven of her 10 published books are either fiction or non-fiction set in Tacoma. Her entire working career was at Merrill Lynch.

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