The legendary author of The Outsiders returns with her first new novel in more than fifteen years!
An orphan and a bastard, Jamie grew up tough enough to handle almost anything. He survived foreign prisons, smugglers, pirates, gunrunners, and shark attacks. But what he finds in the quote town of Hawkes Harbor, Delaware, was enough to drive him almost insaneand change his life forever.
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About the Author
S.E. Hinton, with the publication of The Outsiders (1967) at the age of 17, became one of the most important and influential young adult authors of all time. More than thirty years after its release, The Outsiders still appears on best seller lists. Hinton's other acclaimed works include That Was Then This is Now (1971), Rumble Fish (1975) and Tex (1979)all inspired major motion pictures. Over 13,000,000 copies of the S.E. Hinton books have been sold.
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Terrace View Asylum, Delaware
"So, Jamie, you've had a few weeks to adjust to Terrace View. How do you like it so far?"
Dr. McDevitt looked at the young man seated in front of his desk. A small, well-built young man who might have been handsome had it not been for his gauntness, the listlessness of his posture, the shadows around his shifting eyes.
He kept wringing his hands together.
"It's okay," Jamie answered, not looking up.
Dr. McDevitt wasn't insulted at Jamie's shrug, implying awell-run sanitarium wasn't any better than that state institutional hellhole, Eastern State, where he'd been for the last few months. Right now the young man probably couldn't tell one place from another. After all, he only recently could remember his name. And the brutal way he had been transferred here ... Dr. McDevitt was sure it had set his progress back for weeks.
"Grenville Hawkes asked that you be placed here. Do you remember Grenville Hawkes?"
Jamie shook his head.
"You used to work for himhe wanted to make sure you received the best treatment. Do you remember working for Grenville Hawkes, back in Hawkes Harbor?"
Dr. McDevitt thought he discerned a small flinch in Jamie's posture, but there was no change in tone, as he said, "No."
Dr. McDevitt glanced across the scanty medical report. Some doctor from Eastern State, who forgot to sign his name, had made a note that this was one of the worst cases of depression he'd ever tried to treatit was no doubt a major cause of the amnesia. In the beginning, the patient would wake having no memory of the day before, would literally forget his own name by afternoon. Some memory of his early life was now returning, the report stated.
Not much to go on, but Eastern State was a place of housing, not treatment.
Dr. McDevitt wished he had more background. Jamie had been transferred here abruptly, at the insistence of Louisa Kahne. Her grandfather Johnas Kahne had founded and still technically ruled Terrace View. (The commonly held view, and joke, was that the esteemed Dr. Kahne wanted to make sure his progeny had a place to live; and out of all his swarm of eccentric descendants,this granddaughter was perhaps the most likely candidate.)
"Money is no problem," Louisa had insisted when she called demanding a room. "A favor for a friend of mine, Grenville Hawkes. Jamie'll be arriving some day this week. Yes, yes, I know, you're not accustomed to patients from the criminally insane ward at Eastern State, but crazy is crazy, after all."
No other instructions. Only a short note, and the deposit from Grenville Hawkes, followed in the mail.
Dr. McDevitt had decided to treat him on his own. There were no other instructions, recommendations. Apparently his benefactors were content if he'd just sit here, abandoned like some stray dropped off at a shelter. Jamie had seemed to respond to Dr. McDevitt well and from the first ... .
Dr. McDevitt still remembered the horrible beginning of Jamie Sommers's stay at Terrace View. It had gone to his heart when the young man turned to him.
"Dr. McDevitt, the new patient's here. James Sommers."
"Is Miss Kahne showing him to his room?"
"No, Miss Kahne's not with him. He's in a police car. He won't get out. And the officer is getting threatening."
Dr. McDevitt ran outside with Nurse Whiting. Yes, it was a police car. And an officer trying to talk sports with Lee. The attendant looked grim. No one without compassion was allowed to work at Terrace View.
"Hey, you want to get this nutcase outta my patrol car?" was the officer's greeting to the doctor. "I can't get Nurse Nancy here to help haul him."
Dr. McDevitt went to the car. The back doors were open, no one visible. He leaned in. Jamie Sommers was seated on the floor, headdown. Dear God, they'd put him in a straitjacket. There were shackles on his ankles. There was no mention of violence on his hospital record.
"Mr. Sommers," he said.
Jamie slowly raised his head. Young, thin, unshaven, dirty. And madness in his eyes.
"If you'll let me help you out, I'll remove your restraints. I'm sure they must be painful."
The man was still recovering from some very serious physical injuries. Louisa had attempted to gloss over that fact, but Jamie's medical records had preceded his arrival.
"Captain Harvard?" Jamie said uncertainly. He looked puzzled, hopeful.
"May I help you?"
"Sure," Jamie said. It was the last time he spoke for several days.
He was improving, now. He slept on his bed, not under it. He startled far too easily, but jumped, no longer screamed. Still suffered from night terrors. He was terrified of most of the attendants (Eastern State could take credit for a lot of that, the doctor suspected) but let Nurse Whiting trim his hair. He was settled enough in his new surroundings for a first session.
Dr. McDevitt looked over the report once more.
Interesting case, a kind they rarely got at Terrace View. A criminal, apparently (Dr. McDevitt had a copy of Jamie's police record as well as his medical reports), shot during a suspected kidnapping.
Dr. McDevitt winced as he read about the three bullets being surgically removedGod knew what kind of treatment Jamie'd received after leaving Hawkes Harbor Hospital for EasternState. The doctor had heard stories about the infirmary there.
"Well, Jamie, my records show you are twenty-five years of age?"
"Raised in St. Catherine's Orphanage, Bronx, attended Billingsworth High, Bronx, three years in the navy ..."
Dr. McDevitt pausedbut Jamie didn't confirm any of it. Eastern State had suggested Jamie's memory of his early life was returning, but Jamie had given no indication of this other than knowing his name.
He watched with interest as Jamie's eyes went to the window. Dr. McDevitt had chosen this time of day for the interview with reason.
Jamie shifted in his chair, looked around for a clock, gripped his hands together, wiped them on his pants.
Twenty-five. Dr. McDevitt would have guessed him slightly oldersun had burned lines into his face, pain had stamped dark circles under his eyes.
"Did you like the navy?"
"Liked getting my third mate's papers. They're real handy."
"It gives no reason for your early discharge."
"I got sick of taking orders."
"There's no report of any discipline problem on your previous hospital record."
"Don't want no trouble." Jamie slumped down again. His eyes went back to the window. He swallowed.
"You know what time it is?" he asked.
"Sixish. Your former employer, Mr. Hawkes, gave us a glowing report, and assured us he still believed you innocent of any wrongdoing."
Jamie looked confused.
"I'm referring to your ... mishap with the Hawkes Harbor police."
"I didn't hurt anybody." Jamie's voice rose. "I know he shot me, but he didn't need to, I wasn't hurting anybody."
"It's all right, Jamie," Dr. McDevitt said. "All criminal charges have been dropped."
There had been no evidence with which to charge him.
In fact, when the doctor looked at the report, his first thought was to wonder why the lawman had thought it worthwhile to gun down an unarmed man on a mere suspicion.
Must have been a slow day in Hawkes Harbor.
"You don't remember the shooting? Or what led up to it?"
"I remember waking up after." Jamie rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand.
That was on the reportprone to severe mood swings, cried easily, bouts of hysteria ...
"It really hurt," he explained. He looked at the windows. "It's getting dark. Usually, I get a pill about now ..."
"Of course. In just a moment."
The medical report emphasized the patient's extreme distress at twilightunless heavily sedated he would not sleep at all at night. And even then, was subject to violent nightmares. And all that had certainly been borne out during these first few weeks at Terrace View.
"That's an interesting scar you have there."
"W-w-what?" Jamie went white. He clamped his left hand over his throat. "There ain't nothin' there."
"I mean the one that looks like a burn? From your shoulder down to your elbow."
Jamie pushed up the short sleeve of his white T-shirt to look,exposing a tattoo of a well-endowed mermaid on his bicep. And to Dr. McDevitt's total surprise, Jamie laughed.
"Hey, that? Shark got me. Got another scar at the same time. From my ass to the back of my knee."
"A shark bit you?"
"Hell no, my arm would be gone if it'd bit me. It was a twelve-foot tiger. No, it just rubbed me good. Maybe it was a lady shark, like Kell said ... they got hide worse than sandpaper. Took all the skin right off."
"And you find this shark attack humorous?"
"Well, the pirates thought it was funny, that's the important thing. And I thought ol' Kell was going to bust a gut laughing. Said he'd never seen anyone swim so fast."
Dr. McDevitt sighed. There had been no mention in his records of these fantasies ... .
"The pirates?" he inquired.
"Yeah, we were in the Andamans, smuggling rubies out of Burma ... ." Seeing the doctor's puzzled look, Jamie added politely, "The Andaman Sea, south of the Bay of Bengalwest of Bangkok? East of Sri Lanka?"
He appeared to be slightly shocked at the doctor's lack of geography. Then he looked at the window. The sunlight had disappeared.
"I think maybe I better get a pill"
He jumped up and paced.
"Sharks got real dead eyes," he said rapidly. "You ever see one up close? Got dead eyes, you're kinda surprised they're breathin' ... . I seen dead eyes, though, burnin' like fires of hell ... . Oh God, it's getting dark ... don't let it be dark ... ."
Dr. McDevitt took a deep breath. He was witnessing what he'd only been told of beforeJamie's hysteria at sunset.
"There's nothing to be afraid of in the dark," he soothed.
"The hell there ain't!" Jamie was rapidly losing control. He looked around wildly, as if for an escape. "Bad stuff happens when it's dark. God, what's gonna happen now? Now what? God," he cried, "it's too late. It's dark. It's already dark."
Dr. McDevitt pushed a button on his intercom, called for an orderly and an injection. As rapidly as Jamie's hysteria was escalating, a pill would take too long.
"What bad stuff, Jamie?"
"You know. I can't stop it!" He paced, his eyes wild and empty. "I can't do nothin' about it! I'm too tired." His voice trailed off into a sob. "I'm too tired ..."
"Jamie," said the doctor, "you're going to need an injection now. I'm going to try not to be late with your medication again."
"Don't hurt me." Jamie gripped the back of his chair. "Please."
Lee advanced with the hypodermic; Jamie offered no resistance.
The orderly left, and Jamie slumped back into his chair.
His eyes gradually dulled as the tranquilizers took effect. His breathing returned to normal.
Something nagged at the doctor's memory. Yes, here it was in the police recordJamie's deportation from three countries. Suspected of smuggling. Could any of this story be true? He shuffled through the papers, found a worn and well-stamped passport.
"Hey," Jamie said. "That's m-m-mine."
"Of course it is, Jamie. We're just keeping it for you. You can have it back."
"Okay," he muttered. "But don't lose it. I never lost a passport.Kell said I was the only person he knew who never lost a passport ... . You know, Kell had a U.S. passport, but he wasn't a citizen ... he was Irish. But he had a couple. Knew where to get good fakes."
"So, Jamie, sometime will you tell me about your shark attack and the Burmese pirates?"
"Yeah. Wish Kell was here, though. He could tell a story. We had drinks on the house every time ... ." Jamie's voice trailed off drowsily.
Dr. McDevitt called for an orderly, and Jamie left docilely for his room. The doctor made a note. He must always schedule Jamie's sessions in the mornings. It would probably be a while before he was weaned from the strong evening sedation.
Once the young man had gone, the doctor couldn't help glancing at the darkened window. Interesting story, yet how much of what he said was true? The doctor suddenly looked away, wondering what the dark could contain that could terrify a man who had faced Burmese pirates. Who laughed at sharks.
"Well, Jamie, if you don't hurry and get that engine started, we'll cook."
"I'm working as fast as I can. It's hard to breathe down here. Anyway, you want it done right, don'tchya?"
Jamie came up from the engine room. He was dripping sweat. He was wearing only a pair of cotton drawstring pants, but they were soaked and clinging to him and he seriously consideredtaking them off, too. It was easily 100 degrees, and a bright sun reflecting off the clear water, the white sand of the beach and cove, added to the heat.
He could use a swim anyway. First, a cigarette.
Jamie sat down at the table under the boat's awning and tapped a cigarette out of the package that lay there.
"Whoever thought this tub was a pleasure boat didn't know what pleasure was," he remarked.
It was a nice little one-cabin cruiser, or had been once. Fifteen years and a lot of rough use had changed it considerably.
"Well now, Jamie, we can be buyin' our own yachts, now, can't we? This tub got us out of Rangoon, and it'll get us to Sri Lanka. That's all that's needed."
Kellen Quinn sat idly in the seat behind the wheel. Other than constantly adding up how much money they'd have waiting for them in Bangkok, there wasn't much else he could do at this point.
Jamie picked up a water jug and took a small, careful swallow. Neither he nor Kell mentioned the fact they were starting to watch the water supply.
"You can fix it, can't you, lad?"
"Yeah. Don't worry." He rubbed at the gold stubble on his chin. It showed up glittering against his tan. His normally dark blond hair was striped gold with sun and salt; his hazel eyes looked almost yellow in his tanned face.
Jamie Sommers was twenty-one years old and he was very, very rich, if he could get to some place where he could spend his money.
"It's a good thing I got those spare plugs." Jamie had insisted on a few parts, once he got a look at the boat that was supposedto get them to Sri Lanka. Parts were harder to find on the black market than rubies, but rubies weren't going to run a boat.
Buy a yacht. Now there was a good idea. Jamie put the dangerous escape from Rangoon out of his mind, letting it wander to how to spend his money.
He'd been thinking along the lines of week-long drunks and very pretty ladiesadding a yacht to that mix was a good idea.
He picked up the worn leather bag that lay on the table. Very carefullyKell had fits about the pearls getting scratched, but there sure hadn't been time to do any fancy packaginghe slid the contents onto the table.
Pearls. Jade. Rubies.
After two years, it was apparent General NeWin's socialist government wasn't working; most people thought sooner or later it would collapse. Meanwhile, the black market in Burma was a trader's market, medicine, cooking pots, even soap more valuable than pretty stones
A score waiting to happen for a thinking man like Kellen Quinn, an acting man like Jamie Sommers.
"This one's mine, right?" Jamie held up an 8-carat, teardrop ruby. He liked the rubies the best. Pearls and jade were pale next to rubies. Kell had taught him how to judge jewelsthe clarity and color to this one was breathtaking. This one was a keeper. He wasn't going to "translate" it into cash. It made him feel good just to look at it. Yeah, he was keeping this one.
"I told you after you downed that armed guard, whichever one you want."
Kell watched Jamie hold the stone up to the sun. In truth, Kell was the more amenable to this because, as valuable as it was, the ruby was not the rarest of the gems. Several of the very oldjade pieces were worth twice as much. And the artifactsthe poor kid showed no interest at all in the artifacts, and they were worth more than the rest together.
Let the kid have his ruby, Kell thought, standing up. He too was shirtless, burned dark by the sun, almost the same dark mahogany as his hair. His Irish blue eyes were startling in his face. Tall, lean, handsome, at first glance Kellen Quinn appeared much closer to forty than fifty. Just a touch of rusty gray in his hair, stubble, a few wry lines around his eyes, belied his youthful appearance.
Kell walked to the back of the boat and leaned over to dip his neckerchief in the sea, wring it slightly, and tie back around his neck.
He glanced out to sea and paused.
"Company," he said.
Jamie slipped the ruby into his pocket but pushed the remaining stones back in the bag.
They were anchored in a large cove of a small islandunmapped, uninhabited, stunningly beautiful, like most of the scattered Andamans. The islands weren't on any shipping routes; and since the political upheaval in Burma they were no place for tourists or anyone else who lived by laws. But they were a very convenient place to rendezvous, to trade cargoes. To hide while you repaired a boat ...
As Jamie got a closer look at the small ship bearing down on them, he knew it was no pleasure cruiser.
A gunboat. His heart picked up pace.
"If it's military we're dead," Kell said. "Don't do anything foolish, lad."
Jamie glanced at him. He had considered swimming toshoreit wasn't close, but Jamie was a very good swimmer. He had been checked by the thought that Kell'd never make it. Kell had lived most of his life on the sea and couldn't have swum a horse pond. Besides that, as good as Jamie was, he'd be mowed down before he was halfway there. He knew about machine guns from the navy.
They could see who manned the ship nownot military, but certainly not civilians. Burmese, bare to the waist, loaded with ammo belts, carrying submachine guns and automatic rifles; most wore pistols, too.
Jamie thought briefly of their own pitiful arsenalKell's Luger, his own .38he'd lost the M60 in that scuffle on the docks. Well, that didn't matter now, not against these guys. Anyway, neither he nor Kell was much at gunplayboth would rather use something else: Kell, words; Jamie, fists.
"Pirates," Kell said, and Jamie slipped the ruby out of his pocket and popped it into his mouth.
"You know, I thought I smelled a setup. Cahill was acting a wee bit peculiar."
"If so, we have a hope," Kell said. Jamie loved that about him: Kell always had a hope. "If they know what they're looking for and we make it easy for them to find it, they may leave us alive. After all, a third of the gross national product of Burma these days comes from smuggling; they don't want to scare off trade."
Jamie tried to picture himself and Kell as valuable economic factors ... then this abstract musing was crowded out by images of the different ways of dying Jamie had heard discussed ... .
He and Kell stood in plain sight on the back deck as the ship swung alongside of the little cruiser and a few of the machine-gunned thugs boarded.
Kell muttered, "If they think we're hiding something, they'll gut us to search our stomachs, without bothering to kill us first. So no tricks, lad ... . Welcome, gentlemen." Kell raised his voice in greeting, as if they were long-expected guests.
Jamie had second thoughts about swallowing his ruby; it remained in his mouth like a tasteless mint. There was no way to get it out without calling attention to himself.
He looked at the long, fish-gutting knives that hung from some of the ammo belts. Sucking the ruby helped his dry mouth. The sun and the glare gave him a headache. The sweat seemed to roll down his body in waves.
The pirates barely glanced at Kell and Jamie as they began a thorough search of the boat. Shouting at each other in some foreign babble, keeping any stray items they thought worth the trouble, the pirates systematically tore through the boat.
The leader found the leather bag and was examining the contents, piece by piece. One of the others opened Kell's leather duffel to sort through the artifacts.
The leader walked up to where Jamie and Kell stood sweating in the sun. He held out his hand and growled out something that sounded like "More!"
"Oh, you've got it all, sir, yes, that's the whole kit and caboodle, we'd not be holding out on you, would we, Jamie?"
Kell gave the leader a big smile, and Jamie a friendly slap on the back.
Jamie lurched forward, and in an effort not to swallow, he spit instead. The ruby shot out of Jamie's mouth, across the hot deck, and plopped into the azure water.
And breathing, "Holy shit!" Jamie ran two strides across the boat and dived in after it.
He'd spent weeks pearl diving when they'd been in the FrenchPolynesians, and the training paid off; in twenty-five feet of clear water, strangely devoid of the usual schools of bright fish, he swam down after the ruby. It was as bright as a drop of blood on the white sands. He fumbled for a minute, it jumped out of his fingers twice, then he swam to the top, the stone clenched tight in his fist.
"Hey," he yelled, shaking back his hair from his eyes. "I got it!"
He grinned at the cheering. Maybe this would buy their lives ...
"Jamie, look out!" Kell called.
Suddenly he got a feeling that the cheers were not for him.
The pirates were nudging each other, laughing, and pointing at something behind him, running and jostling for a better view, causing the small craft to list dangerously. Jamie looked behind him and saw the slick dark fin bearing down.
He turned and shot toward the boat. Almost immediately he was hit and tossed sideways. He came up swimming fast. In what seemed like a split second, another shove to the butt seemed to almost boost him into the boat, where Kell grabbed him under the arms and hoisted him onto the deck.
Jamie lay huddled, still clenching his fist, his eyes shut tight. He was choking out water, gasping in air.
"K-K-K-Kellen, is everything still on?"
For all he knew, he was missing a limb. He thought he could still feel his arm, his leg, but knew from other's stories that wasn't a reliable indication.
"Yes, Jamie, all your appendages are still attached, including the one you value most." Kell sounded like he was laughing.
Jamie uncurled and got shakily to his feet.
From the back of his right shoulder down to his elbow, the skin was rubbed off; and when the shark had brushed his rightleg it'd taken Jamie's pants off, as well as the hide of his buttock and upper thigh.
Jamie stood naked and bleeding and breathing hard with pain. He felt like he'd been skinned and dipped in salt water. He became aware that the pirates were watching him. Speculation? Admiration? He walked up to the leader without a trace of a limp and only a suggestion of a swagger.
"You missed one." He grinned. He held out the ruby and dropped it into the scar-seamed hand.
The pirates burst into guffaws of rowdy laughter, and Jamie knew he'd cheated death twice that day.
"Well, at least they didn't take the whiskey." Kell lay on the deck, studying the stars. He was propped up on his sea bag to take a swig from the bottle.
Jamie lay on his left side, shifting to find a comfortable position, but it was useless. He wasn't going to be able to sit for a weekunless his wounds stopped oozing by tomorrow, he'd sail into Sri Lanka naked.
Jamie took a long pull at the bottle. The pain was as bad as a severe burn, and Kell charitably didn't object to his taking more than his share.
Kell laughed. "By God, Jamie, that was the fastest swimming I've ever seen from a man. We'll have to work up a showthe Jamie Sommers Swimming and Comedy Act. Should be easy from now onI'm sure you've played your toughest audience."
Jamie chuckled. He could imagine how funny he'd looked, shooting through the water. Kell said he'd been yelling, too, though he didn't remember that.
"Wonder why that shark didn't bite me?"
"Must have been a lady shark. The ladies always like to give you a good rub before they bite, hey, Jamie?"
Jamie grinned but didn't pursue that line of conversation, the ladies being a source of friendly, and sometimes not so friendly, competition between them.
(Besides the occasional competition, their styles were very different. Kell would invest in a long courtship if he had the time; the game was as enjoyable to him as the score. Jamie liked to get right to business, and in Kell's opinion, was too fast to pull out his wallet ... he was irritated by the fact that Jamie would spend money on what would be easily obtainable for free
"A handsome young lad like yourself shouldn't have to pay a woman for sex."
"Ain't payin' 'em for sex. Payin' 'em to leave me alone, after."
Jamie was serious, but Kell roared, and often worked that conversation into a story, whether it fit or not.)
"No, Jamie, the shark didn't bite you for the same reason the pirates didn't gut youyour luck was with you today."
Jamie pondered that. In spite of everything, he knew it was true. They had no money, no cargo to trade, no jewels, damn little water, only this rust bucket between them and the schools of sharks, attracted by Jamie's blood, that swam in silent circles around the boat. Once in a while one would bump the boat, giving it a perversely gentle rocking motion.
And yet, his luck was with him. Kell was right about that.
"Well, Jamie, it's been a while since I first saw forty, and I'm getting too old for this line of work. I'm thinking of going to Monte Carlo, finding some rich widows who are susceptible tomy charms. If all else fails, I know of one in America who'll be amiable to my persuasions. You coming along, lad?"
A while since Kell had seen forty ... Jamie had a hard time believing Kell was that old. Probably because he had more energy than anyone Jamie had ever known. The talking alone Kell did would wear Jamie out.
"You're always welcome, you knowyou're a scrapper, lad," Kell said. "A born scrapper. Grit. I like that in a man. I admired that about you the first day we met."
Jamie had taken on two guys in a Hawaiian bar, bested them both, mostly because they were drunk and by luck of the draw, he wasn't, and because he was small and very fast, and they were neither.
"Let me buy you a drink, young Jamie," Kell had offered, once the brawl was over.
Jamie took the drink gladly.
"So you're finished with the navy? And what plans do you have now? Well, it's always a good thing to have a planbut I can see you're a man of action. I'm a man of thought. We could make a team, Jamie."
And then, "So you're familiar with the South China Sea? I have some prospects there. Oil, it'll be big there someday, Jamie. I know a man ..."
So Kell and Jamie shipped out together. Jamie loved Kell's way with words. He knew how to string them together, make them into weapons, music, dreams. On calm nights, in crew quarters, Kell's brogue would carry through the bunks. Stories, plans, bullshit so pleasant the sailors wished it the truth, forgave him the cons, scams, the cheats he tormented them withKell carried visions; they would have forgiven him much worse.
And Jamie, for the first time not lonely, would have forgiven him anything. But had much more sense than to trust him. They'd wandered together for a year, off and on, Kell busy with some business in Malaysia, Jamie working a cargo-liner run from Kota Kinabalu to Brunei, off Borneo, when Kell got wind of this fabulous deal, trading cargoes in Rangoon ... yes, Burma wasn't the safest of places right now, but it'd set them up for life, he said ... .
"Yeah," Jamie said now. He searched again for a comfortable position, but he bit back a groan at the pain. "I wouldn't mind a look at the French Riviera." He couldn't help it. "You got a plan after that?"
"We sell insurance in Baltimore."
Kell laughed when Jamie choked on his next gulp of whiskey.
"How much do you think those jewels were worth?" Jamie said, after a long silence.
"Millions, lad. Millions."
Jamie looked up at the stars. He liked the way they changed positions in different parts of the world.
Well, not many men had a chance to hold millions. He lay his head on his arm. He was content with being alive.
Terrace View Asylum, Delaware
"So it's very unusual, for a shark to strike without biting?" Dr. McDevitt asked, in Jamie's next session.
"Yeah. Very. They'll bump you, but always bite. It was a lucky day, all right."
Jamie was quiet. The bright morning light came in the window. Then he said, "I haven't had one in a while."
Copyright © 2004 by S. E. Hinton
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This is a book of enjoyment. This book will definitely get your attention in the first couple of pages. I would recommend this book to adult audiences or mature teenagers. This book is definitely one that you will not want to put down until you finish it completely. I wanted to write this review so that you can see a different point of view of this book. Jamie is a 24 year old man with one troubling past. He gets in trouble in many ways, and escapes many of the punishments. He and is best bud Kell roam the world and commit many crimes along the way. This book kept me interested all the way. This is a book that has one lesson in it: Don't Trust Anyone. I have learned that before and hold strong to this. In this book, Jamie did trust one person and is forced to trust another. You will learn in many different ways to trust no one. Also, you must make sure that you keep your true friends. In conclusion, this book is mainly for enjoyment. I would definitely reread. This book will keep you interested with action, adventure, and a little mystery. I hope you will enjoy this book as much as I did.
This is SE Hinton's first novel in over fifteen years, according to the blurb on the back. As such, there are many expectations that can come regarding the author of such works as The Outsiders, Rumble Fish, and That was Then, This is Now. Almost inevitably, Hawkes Harbor will be compared to those works that most of us will remember fondly from our younger years.Unfortunately, Hawkes Harbor just doesn't live up to The Outsiders, which is unfair to Hawkes Harbor. On its own, Hawkes Harbor actually ends up being a very nice story. However, it does suffer on a couple of points. There is a lot of jumping back and forth in time as the main character, Jamie, struggles to remember his past while in a mental institution. Whether or not the feeling is on purpose, the disjointedness of the piecemeal recall can be disorienting and disheartening.Also, as with the expectation of Rumble Fish quality, the reader may be confounded by expectation of plot and/or genre. Due to some of the reviews and blurbs on the covers, some people will come in with the expectation of a supernatural thriller, but the book doesn't start out like one, instead choosing to set the stage through the flashback scenes. Once involved in the book, it doesn't read like a normal supernatural thriller or romance in the vein of an Anita Blake novel. What the novel truly ends up focused on are relationships between Jamie and other characters and how those relationships change. There are certainly some exciting and terrifying moments, but more importance is placed on how people change and the evolution of their interpersonal relationships. In this exploration of perception and misperception is where there is some common ground with Hinton's previous, more well known works.In the final analysis, I found the book very rewarding. I was ready to put it down in the middle due to the disjointed recollection of past events, but wanted to stay with it due to the book's relatively short length. In staying the course, I found the exploration of different relationships ultimately very satisfying. The jumping back and forth will kill off some readers' enthusiasm as will false expectations of what the book is supposed to be about. In the end, the enjoyment each person will derive from Hawkes Harbor will ultimately be up to that individual's taste. Your reaction will be a very personal thing.
I listened to this book on CD and had to force myself to keep going past the first couple of disks, since I was finding it not to my taste. But I persisted - moving from boredom through dismayed surprise at the turn that the plot took midway through, when the main character opened up a casket to find a vampire in it! - and finally, to real enjoyment of the way that the lives of the main character and his employer changed, grew, and interwined. I continue to be surprised at the plot device that the author uses that somehow turns the vampire back into a human being, but I guess that's just an acceptable fictional device?
The quote from the new York Times on the cover ('Vampires, pirates and lusty French socialites') led me to expect something very different. I found the beginning with it's disjointed flashbacks a bit forced. But once the action moved to Hawkes Harbour, I was enthralled by the story. An interesting new take on the relationship between a vampire and his prey.
I bought this book because I remembered reading The Outsiders and Rumble Fish in my teens and truly enjoying them. Yet, I was not that impressed by this book. The scenes jumbed back and forth in time making it difficult to keep up with the many storylines within it. I stuck with it initially to see what the mystery and horror hype was suppose to be all about. But, Hinton did not do such a good job of keeping it hidden - it was quite easy to discover the mystery before it was truly revealed. Additionally, the plot never did resolve itself - there were too many things left hanging in the air.
As a teenager I loved all of SE Hinton's books. I liked this book but something was definitely missing. The characters seemed to make a complete change midway through the book and I never quite got the point of the book. It may just be me....
Story of a man that is living with a mental illness. He is found by a vampire that takes a liking to him. It tells the story of his life before and after the onset of mental illness. Address love lost, friends death, and loyalt to a friend taht may not always happen to be his friend.
I really tried hard to read this one but got lost by the past and present tooing and throwing.
Hearing Lilywolf's words, she stopped in her tracks. She had been planning for days now to return; missing her family and friends, and wanting to talk to Mouse. She had overheard the cat was pregnant a few days ago, and she wanted to know if it was true. Frozen, she stood before the entrance of camp. She couldn't enter camp. She felt twice as guilty now...She couldn't face HorseClan feeling guilty and- just horrible...A tear began to form in one of her eyes, for she had planning this for days and now she was suddenly backing out. She took a stepped back, before turning and jolting bak onto the prairie. Tears streamed down her cheeks now, but she made no noise as she raced across the prairie, out of sight. (Not gonna find her anywhere. She's disappeared again...)
Hey guys im grounded, i hope this is actually showing, but i won.t be on for a whike sorry...
(Im bored :P should I make Flower or Halfy break her arm or leg and have to amputate it bc the bone would be digging into tissue or muscle or whatever makes amputation needed?) She stashed juniper berries in the frigit back of her den so they wouldn't rot. <p> Halfnight "pads in" bc her life is boring and she has nothing else to post 8V
My method is: stop eating. And thanks. And... spring is a she.... lol ill think about it. Goldfinch is gone so im down one.)cometstorm flicked his tail at Rosemist, indicating she should follow. He padded up to Lilywolf. "Lilywolf, this is rosemist, a rouge i found trespassing. she wishes to try out clan life." <p> Mistyrose nodded in understanding <p> Springbrook licked a paw <p> Patchpaw looied for cloudripple
She hears her name and looks over, then dashes after her patrol.
"I..don't know. But there's just this whisper that something big and awful is going to happen. It going to affect the clans. And some cats we know are going to start it." He padded away, sorting everything in his mind.
The two twin kits have bothgrown quiet, already malnourished and the absence of their mother having a negative impact on their health. ~Mouseheart (HEY GUYS!!!!!)
He followed the deputy into camp.. Then ploped the tomkit down.. "Sure," he went got the mouse, and returned.. "Names?" He leaned in, "mouse wanted to name them..." He wispered
He watched Lilywolf worriedly
Cloudripple didn't budge. "I haven't seen you eat or drink /anything/ since Velvetstar. I know you're upset, but you can't starve yourself. The clan needs you." She spoke in a quiet but firm voice, so that only Goldenstar could hear her.
Crystalpaw refused to emerge from the apprentices' den, feeling worthless. She was unable to catch anything on her first hunting patrol, putting her to a bad start already. Having cried the night away last night, she simply curled up silently in there, deciding to sleep awhile. Not long later, if you poked your head in, Crystalpaw could be seen sleeping near the back of the den, unconscious and sleeping heavily. -Crystalpaw &star Lilywolf is deputy. Not surprisig to anyone I bet. Also I shalln't be on October 6th through October 10th. Field trip. And I got an hour and a half (don't ask) of sleep last night so bbt! Also, please read my story at "dsa" result one. I took the time to make it nice and would love some good feedback. G'nite for not though.
'Ok.'((yes and i have rped in all 5 before. ;) ))
timeline is a little confusing and some of the characters not fully realized, but maybe Hinton assumes the reader is familiar with her source material (Dark Shadows) and needn't bother. fun, entertaining adventure story I couldn't put down.