Like Moonlight at Low Tide: Sometimes the Current Is the Only Thing that Saves You

Like Moonlight at Low Tide: Sometimes the Current Is the Only Thing that Saves You

by Nicole Quigley

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When high school junior Melissa Keiser returns to her hometown of Anna Maria Island, Florida, she has one goal: hide from the bullies who had convinced her she was the ugliest girl in school. But when she is caught sneaking into a neighbor's pool at night, everything changes. Something is different now that Melissa is sixteen, and the guys and popular girls who once made her life miserable have taken notice. When Melissa gets the chance to escape life in a house ruled by her mom's latest boyfriend, she must choose where her loyalties lie between a long-time crush, a new friend, and her surfer brother who makes it impossible to forget her roots. Just as Melissa seems to achieve everything she ever wanted, she loses a loved one to suicide. Melissa must not only grieve for her loss, she must find the truth about the three boys who loved her and discover that joy sometimes comes from the most unexpected place of all.

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ISBN-13: 9780310723615
Publisher: Blink
Publication date: 10/09/2012
Sold by: HarperCollins Publishing
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 224
File size: 3 MB
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

Nicole Quigley is the winner of the ACFW’s “Genesis Contest” for best young adult fiction, and a publicist with more than a dozen years of experience in media and public relations. She holds a B.S. from Appalachian State University, where she majored in Communications/Public Relations and minored in English. Nicole recently moved back to Anna Maria Island, Florida, where she grew up. Visit her at, on Facebook at, or on Twitter @NicoleQuigley.

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Like Moonlight at Low Tide

By Nicole Quigley


Copyright © 2012 Nicole Quigley
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-310-72359-2

Chapter One

People never ask me the right question when they ask me what happened the beginning of my senior year. They always ask what his last words were. They figure he would have had great ones, the kind that would haunt a girl and echo off of empty lockers long after graduation. They wait breathlessly for me to describe the moment he jumped off the boat and into the glass-topped Gulf, cutting the ribbon of moonlight on the surface with the white of his arms.

"Surely he was trying to kill himself," they'd say. "Why else would he leap into the water without the hope of rescue?"

And so I tell them what they earnestly hope to hear. How I searched desperately for the bob of his head in the water. How I jumped in myself, swimming fifteen feet until I felt the absence of the boat behind me, the vessel leaning away from the edge of the bay and into the dark, magnetic waters of the deep. They want to hear how hard it was to make my way back to the boat, and how, by then, the storm was beginning to unleash its rage. They want to hear how I scoured the cabinets for a radio and failed. How I searched for a flare gun but found no rescue.

And when I tell them of all of these things, they never ask—and I never mention—that I did all of them in complete silence.

The truth is, he said nothing before he jumped. And I never called his name, not once. I knew that he had plunged into that water so that he could not be found.

When the sheriff pulled his boat next to mine, he spoke the first words I had heard in hours. He lifted me from beneath the captain's console, where I had waited with my knees tucked under my chin. That was the evening Hurricane Paul swept through our state.

This story is not about suicide. But you should know that when I was seventeen, the only boy who ever called me by my full name took his own life. It was the first time I ever saw a mistake that was permanent, that couldn't be undone with whiteout or atoned for with an after-school detention. Nothing else I do for the rest of my life will ever be able to change this fact.

This story is actually about three boys. One who loved me. One who couldn't. And one who didn't know how.

My name is Melissa Keiser, and I was raised on Anna Maria Island, Florida.

The best description of the place I can provide you is a temperature: eighty degrees. It is not always eighty degrees on the island, but the humidity looming off the white foam of the Gulf of Mexico combined with the faint, sickly sweet emission from the orange juice factory always seems to make the place feel like it's been wrapped in a warm blanket, just soft enough to make you feel safe or sleepy, but always feel slow if you tried to move too much within its folds. In truth, it is the most beautiful beach town I have ever seen. And then the breeze comes and reality finds you hiding behind a sand dune.

The Anna Maria I'm writing of is not the same island that you would see if you went online and searched the images posted by Yankee tourists and gray-haired Canadians. Those visitors love the island as much as anyone who has never suffered here can. They post pictures of things like starfish and sandcastles and pelicans at sunset. They marvel at the brightly colored flowers that seem to grow from the ditches like weeds, and the waist-high herons, and the restaurants grilling grouper underneath tin-roofed sun decks. This is, after all, a place overflowing with such abundant beauty that its residents actually chased off native, jewel-colored peacocks to the neighboring cities because it deemed them a nuisance. Only an island sure of its place among beach towns could afford to do such a thing without regret.

But pictures of these things don't show what life was like for me or for the others who walked these streets that year. To the tourists, we are points of curiosity. They wonder what it would be like to raise their children in a place where the speed limit is twenty-five and the town shuts down for the high school football game. And we oblige to tell them and show them how to pick up crabs with their bare hands. This is what happens when you're surrounded by people who visit for two weeks at a time, intent on happiness, always reminding us of how wonderful the island is compared to where they live, because where they live is lucky to have a city park and a tree that has kept its leaves. But when the conversation ends, we never make it into their pictures.

In the time since I was a child, those tourists have slowly razed the neighborhoods of my youth, house by house, in order to build pink, tall homes in their place that people like my family could never afford to rent. But that was never the point. Now, their new winter domains sit empty six months out of the year, while locals move to the concrete mainland in search of cheaper rent. It is an odd thing, to love these visitors and to depend on them for supper, while at the same time knowing the more who come will mean less room for us.

But I am writing of the island not pictured on Google, the one that still harbors the necessary number of the working class who have found a way to make a home on a seven-mile stretch of paradise without the rich folks noticing.

* * *

When my mother moved us back in the winter of my junior year after spending three years up north, it felt like a flood was coming and I had forgotten how to swim.

"When are you coming home?" I regretted my tone instantly because I knew exactly what it was going to get me.

"It's none of your business," Denise shouted into the phone to mask the sound of the band starting up in the background. "I left ten dollars on the kitchen table. Go to the store and buy some subs for you and your sister." My mother was certain that ten dollars could solve most of my complaints, whatever they were. She never used the same tactic with Robby. My older brother never had to babysit, and he was never home long enough for us to consider that he would.

"I don't want to have to be here all night, Mom."

"You don't have a choice, Missy. I gotta go." The band started its rowdy thump in the background as the phone clicked off. Maybe tips at the restaurant would be good tonight.

I turned to my sister in resignation. "It's you and me again, Crystal. Put on your shoes. We're going to get some dinner."

She struggled with the strap of her sandal until I squatted down and gently brushed her hands away. These things were always easier when I fixed them myself. She was too small to help with much of anything, and I was certain she wouldn't be growing anytime soon. She hadn't grown in a year. This would be alarming to a doctor, if we could afford one, considering she was only seven.

"Wrong way," I said, quietly. I tugged her hand in the other direction so we would walk down Gulf Drive instead of our neighborhood road, where Tanya Maldonado would have surely spotted me from inside her climate-controlled home. I hadn't seen Tanya since middle school, since before my mother made us chase her boyfriend Doug to the gray hills of Pennsylvania.

And even though I had been gone for three years, I knew she would be waiting for me as if I hadn't missed a day. In middle school, she had found everything I did to be endlessly fascinating.

If I fixed my hair a different way, it gave her entertainment for a week.

"Do you think you look pretty with that new haircut?" she'd ask with narrowed eyes.

If I had managed to get a new outfit, she'd demand to know all of the details.

"Is that shirt new? I've never seen one like that before ... It's almost like a boy's shirt, isn't it?"

I could avoid her attention many days by taking an extra long time in the bathroom stall, waiting for the warning bell to sound so I could rush off to class without having to face her.

This worked for several weeks until almost the end of seventh grade. I sat on the toilet and held my breath when she entered with all of her friends, setting up a virtual beauty parlor in front of the age-spotted mirror. Between the pops and clicks of makeup bottles, I heard her give her army its marching orders.

"Ask Messy if she likes Sam King. She totally does. As if he would ever be seen with her!" I could hear the group smacking their lips to blend the fresh applications of glitter lip gloss. "I have a hard time even sitting next to her in class. I'm afraid she has bugs that will jump off onto me or something."

The girls giggled with excitement as if they had just decided on a new dance routine and headed out with a renewed sense of purpose. Tanya Maldonado had given them a job to do, and by the end of the day all five of them would test me to see if the unthinkable rumor was true. Had Melissa "Messy" Keiser actually dared to like one of the school's star athletes?

The truth was that I had never told a soul I had a crush on Sam King. But in the cafeteria at lunch, Tanya had the perfect view of everything I had hoped to hide. She sat at the center table of the center of popular kids, where she practically ruled the entire middle school from the throne of our social universe.

When Sam passed by my seat to get near her, a blotch of pink brushed across my cheeks, and I saw Tanya zero in on it like a sharp shooter. It was all the confirmation she needed, and she pounced at the opportunity. Within minutes, half of her table was glaring at me through the corners of their eyes and the other half was shaking with laughter. Their eyebrows were raised so high that their foreheads wrinkled in confusion, as if whatever thoughts were crossing their minds were unthinkable. As if they were looking at someone who was certifiably crazy.

Sam was in seventh grade, like us, but he already had friends in the ninth grade and the high school coaches already knew his name. He never made eye contact with me after the rumors began, but a gang of his friends rushed in to protect his reputation accordingly.

"You do know you're ugly, Messy?" said one in the hallway as I passed.

I pretended not to hear it. Just maybe, hopefully, I had heard wrong.

And then, in science, loud enough so I could hear from a few rows back, "She's a total dog."

This began the new way I was greeted every time I entered the class. The boys would bark like a pack of dogs when I walked into the room and chuckle when I passed by. It was not until the Ian Owens episode that the trouble stopped. The student council vice president turned around from the front row, looked at me, and grabbed the sides of his cheeks in horror as if he had just seen a ghost. The message was clear: I was a fright to see.

The teacher gave Ian a detention for the incident, and it seemed the barking lost its novelty. An event like that was hard to top. But by the end of the ordeal, I had been called ugly thirty school days in a row. By various people. Even by Mike Lewis when he passed me alone in the hallway and shoved my books hard into my chest, attacking where no one else was even there to see him do it. My family moved away several months afterward, just before the first semester of eighth grade came to a close. I got to finish middle school and start high school in a new town, where no one knew me as Messy, where no one knew me at all.

I tell you all of this so you will understand just what was at stake by the time I returned to the island just a few years later, over the winter break of my junior year. I was about to transfer back and face all of those same people again. I held out the hope that outright name-calling and barking was something that ended at the high school doors, but I knew there was no way that I could escape the stigma, the memory of what it meant to be Messy Keiser. The only good thing I looked forward to about returning home to Florida was the chance to swim again, any time of year, and already knowing that my old friend, Julie Peterson, was right where I had left her, seemingly immune to the scorn that came with being my best friend. I had one strategy to get me through my return to the island. Hide.

When Denise finally returned from work, it was past midnight, and I was pretending to be asleep in my bed with the radio set to low. I heard her keys hit the glass table and the door to Crystal's room open and shut briefly for a check-in. She walked past the locked door to my bedroom and on to her own, where I heard her release a dark giggle that followed the low, unmistakable rumble of a man I was sure I didn't know. I waited five minutes before I applied another coat of lip gloss, popped out the screen of my bedroom window, and lifted its heavy glass as high as it would go. We were lucky the rental house was big enough for all of us to have our own rooms, even if Robby's was just a converted glassed-in porch off the back.

I darted across the grass, crushing its fresh, stiff blades. I sprinted through the unfenced backyards of my neighbors' houses until I made it to the opposite street. The earth seemed to palpably rotate beneath me, an accomplice to my escape, if only for a while.

When I arrived at Julie's house five blocks away, I could hear the thump of music from the curb. A car and a truck were parked out front, but I knew neither belonged to Julie's family.

"I thought you were never going to get here!" Julie shook her head in disbelief at the sight of my hair in a bun at the top of my head. "I can't believe your mom makes you babysit on Saturday nights!"

"I have my swimsuit on underneath my clothes in case your parents let us go for a swim. Where are they, anyway? And whose cars are those?"

She pulled me through the front door and began to tug on her lower lip with a devious grin. "My parents are still out for the night."

I searched her expression. Tugging on her lower lip was Julie's giveaway. She hadn't revealed everything. "And?" I pressed.

"Well, follow me."

We rounded the living room and past the photos of her family on vacation. The wall was plastered with bejeweled, framed scenes of cruises and Jamaican timeshares and postcards from Mexico with images of her satisfied father and her bronzed, big-haired mother. They were a certain breed of Floridian, the kind who lived on an island and vacationed on islands. They knew what they liked, and there was no reason to waste time on what they didn't. I also remembered they were the type of parents who actually complained when their children didn't party enough. This must have been the reason Julie and I got along so well. We both understood why it was important to count your mother's drinks after five o' clock.

When we arrived on her back porch, two boys were playing with lighters, holding their palms over the open flames until one of them flinched from the pain. I froze in shock at the sight of them until Julie nudged me from behind. I knew exactly who they were, and I took a seat in a white wicker chair, dreading the moment they would look up, which neither of them did for another two minutes.

Just beyond them I saw the demure frame of Julie's other best friend. "Hey, Leigh," I waved as she looked up from the orange flame shooting from Brett Smith's fingers. Leigh Doherty had grown out her long, wavy blonde hair since I had last seen her. And this, I decided, made her the most beautiful girl in the room.

"I didn't think you were hanging out tonight. Julie said you had to babysit." She talked as nonchalantly as if she was finishing a conversation from earlier in the day, although I hadn't actually seen her since I was thirteen.

"Yeah, well, my mom had to work a double so I just got off."

"Sucks." Leigh shrugged. "You should have been out at the docks earlier. Everyone was there. Welcome back, by the way."

"Hey," Brett said. He flipped the lid of his lighter shut and turned to me for the first time. "I remember you."

"Hey." I answered. I remembered him too. He was friends with Ian Owens and Mike Lewis, and one of the outliers of the clan of kids who had tortured me. This was how it went when the world around me was divided into two camps. Every guy I knew was part of the group that couldn't stand me or part of the group that didn't know me. And now Leigh had apparently crossed enemy lines to date one of the former.

Brett squinted his eyebrows together as if searching his memory. "Didn't they used to call you Messy?" He smirked as if he was proud of himself for remembering something so far in the past, something that was surely nothing more to him than seventh-grade entertainment.

"Shut up," Julie interrupted. "Her name's Missy."

"I remember you now, Messy." He grinned in defiance until Julie threw a Frisbee at his head. "Just kidding."

"Missy just moved back from Pennsylvania."

"That's cool," Brett answered. He nodded his head slightly and slumped back into his chair, seemingly already bored with the topic.

"And what did they used to call you in the seventh grade?" Julie eyed him with a wry smile.


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Like Moonlight at Low Tide: Sometimes the Current Is the Only Thing that Saves You 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
Virginiaw More than 1 year ago
This is a good young adult story. It is funny at times and very sad at times. This can be a fun story and a depressing book. This does show some of what many teenagers go through each day of their lives. I hope that this story will help some teens to understand that they are loved. I received this book from Celebratelit for a fair and honest opinion that I gave of my own free will.
ARS8 More than 1 year ago
Like Moonlight at Low Tide was certainly a very emotional story. It starts off with a vague description of what happened at the beginning of Melissa’s senior year, and then mentions the suicide of someone dear to her. BAM! Right off the bat. Except she never names the person who does it. She simply names the three potential fellows who could have: Her brother Robby, her long-time crush Sam, and her new friend Josh. One who loves her. One who couldn’t. And one who didn’t know how. I read this book chomping on my fingernails, unsure who would commit suicide before the end and terrified to get too attached and have my heart broken as well as Melissa’s. I determined to stay as far away from these guy characters as possible, unfortunately Melissa did not have any premonition of what was to come and so spent a lot of time in the presence of each guy and I ended up coming to care deeply for them (well except for Sam, I didn’t really like him) even though I had determined not to. This made the reading all the more nerve wrecking. I’m surprised that I have hair and nails leftover from this book, but I did like the ending. Though I think I would have liked just a little bit more closure. This book deals with the very tough subject matters of suicide and bullying and abandonment, but it does so very well. I received a copy of this book for free. I was not required to post a positive review and all views and opinions are my own.
Laundry_Whispers More than 1 year ago
When I finished this book I felt sorta lost in the sea of what do I do now. I felt myself falling into the story and the characters right from the beginning. I was invested in the story. I lost a little bit of that along the way but I didn’t lose the feelings. I was struggling between a 4 or a 5 for the star review. I actually didn’t give a star rating on Goodreads when I marked it complete. I was just so torn. And they don’t let me pick half stars. I need to start a petition or a protest or something. Sometimes you need a half star. Before you really dig into my random thoughts on this book there’s a few warnings I want to throw your way. This is a Christian fiction young adult book. However, as we know even Christian kids (and many in this book are not) aren’t perfect. There are parties that involve underage drinking. There are parties that involve some making out (not graphic). There is a lot of crushing. There is talk of drug use, drug abuse, and even drug overdose (not graphic). Some readers may be offended by this. This book also talks about suicide. It’s a real thing in real life that is completed by a real character in this book. This is a book about bullying and the after affects of being bullied. It’s a real think in real life that is a big part of a real character’s life in this book. Some readers may be triggered by this. All of that being said, I was shocked to learn this was a debut novel. It was so very well written and a great addition to the idea of Christian fiction for a targeted young adult audience. The Christian overtones of this book are meaningful yet subtle, opening the audience for even teens that are not specifically reading Christian fiction. It’s subtle enough to draw in mainstream readers yet profound enough to be a great tool to reach a mainstream audience. All of that aside I’m going to try to share with you the reasons this book isn’t a full-fledged gushy 5 star review. The story dragged along for me about halfway through. The characters were so well developed that I was in their thought processes and emotions. Missy’s life in 7th grade was miserable thanks to a few well placed insults that grew their own lives and tortured hers. The class bully found her a wanting target and used it for all she was worth. Missy was fortunate to move away from all of that, we don’t know her life where she moved, but she moved back to the same house on the same block in the same school a few years later, now a junior in high school. The same fears, the same insecurities, the same bully was still living down the street, on her school bus, and in her classes. Missy had changed, life had changed, and the bullying changed. Her nemesis tried to start back up and failed. Missy had changed but she couldn’t move past the old hurts and memories. To the point that the story started to drag a bit. The same insecurities over and over. The same need for reassurance from her same best friend. I mean I get it, we all have things that eat at our soul and rob our sense of self and even security. We all have haunts that we measure all new information against. Just in fiction, it becomes bogging. There is more. The first chapter introduces an idea that plays out near the end of the story. It creates a foundation that you expect to find a conclusion in. It sets the stage but when it comes back to play in the last chapter (the way it’s done is pretty cool by the way!) it’s not what you think it is.
cscott9 More than 1 year ago
Like Moonlight at Low Tide is a young adult fiction novel that is perfect for that teen in your life to read. With all that is going on today in schools across the world, this book touches on two subjects that we all need to read about, Bullying and Suicide. Like Moonlight at Low Tide is Melissa Keiser’s story, a story about her life, what has happened to her in middle and high school, three boys who love her, and someone close to her committing suicide. All Melissa wants is to find the truth amidst all the pain, is she ready for that step? While reading this book, I cried, I smiled, but most of all I felt sorry for what had happened to Missy. Even though this is a fiction book, the storyline is very real. These things happen every day to children all over the world. I’m glad someone is finally writing about it. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and will definitely have my teenage daughters read it also. I highly recommend this book to every parent. This is a must read for all. I received a copy of this book for free, a favorable review was not required, I chose to write this review and all opinions expressed are my own.
SofiaMarieR More than 1 year ago
""You mean I’m not good enough for him.” I held my eyes on his face until he finally turned my way. I willed him to explain it. I wanted to hear him say it for himself: I wasn’t good enough to be his girlfriend. I wasn’t good enough to be Sam’s either. I was the ugly duckling, with a wild mother and a brother who walked around dazed half the time." It's junior year and Missy is coming back to her home island. Three years away was not enough for the cool kids to forget what a loser she used to be. Only this time Sam King, the popular guy she's had a crush on for years, likes her. Is it worth it? Is there any way to escape being a no one? "Like Moonlight at Low Tide" is touching and opening. It delves into two topics that are not often discussed in Christian fiction: bullying and suicide. With a painfully true view on both, it shows the way to redemption. Missy doesn't have a father, and her mom is constantly changing boyfriends. With this background, Missy often feels worthless. Ever so slowly she learns that she is precious and loved for who she is. The book contains about half a dozen uses of swear words and two detailed near-sex encounters. I wish there was more about God in the beginning and middle and that Josh -Missy's friend- was less shy about his faith. However, Missy's coming to God in the end was so beautiful. ~Review written by Sofia Marie of the Teens Live for Jesus blog~
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Like Moonlight at Low Tide By Nicole Quigley was published September 23rd 2012. Its 247 pages. Returns to her hometown of Anna Maria Island, Florida, Melissa Keiser knows that its wont be easy. She has mixed feelings on being back home. Part of her is happy, she has her old best friend, who's happens to be now dating one of the islands cutest guys. But so of she's happy to be back on the island. Living the island lifestyles. But Melissa is not looking forward to her old classmate, the old name calling, the way her life was. But she still can to seem to get passed or over the loved one she lost to suicide. The characters are more then just people Nicole thought of. They all have more to them, they have layers, just like most people. I love the fact that she's relatabled but then the next she's not relatable one bit. Melissa would have to been one of my favorite characters in this story, not because she's a lead. But because of what she goes through. I enjoyed the way that the island has its own 'style'; this little bit od detail make the story better in its own way. Melissa also has problems with her family. I think that's a part that may will be able to relate to even if there family problems are different. There are may other characters I would love to talk about but I don't want to give to much away. But I do want to say that Nicole's writing style, to me, has a classic feel to it. Her style reminds me of books I use to read. I'm a hung si-fi, fantasy, kinds of story but I also love a good teen fiction book any day. This was a short story, so I took my time and read it slowly, but I could be more happier that I took time to read the amazing story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
esosweet More than 1 year ago
Like Moonlight at Low Tide: Sometimes the Current is the Only Thing That Saves You by Nicole Quigley is the story of Missy Keiser, a junior in high school. When Missy was in middle school her life was miserable. She was made fun of for her appearance and her families lack of money. Then, her mother uprooted the family from their Anna Maria Island home in Florida to follow her boyfriend to Pennsylania. When things went wrong up north the family moves back to Florida. Missy is not excited to face to the people who had made her life so awful in years past, but she has to go to school. Can Missy handle what is sure to be a rough ride at her new high school? Will her old flame, Sam King, notice her? Will she make new friends? Will she keep her old friends? You know I’m not going to ruin it for you. This debut novel from author Nicole Quigley is a wonderful read. The themes go far beyond other books which are set in high school. While Missy must battle her old foe Tanya, she must also learn to battle herself. She must learn how to look at herself through someone else’s eyes and learn that she is worthy of love and friendship. This story was realistic and not cheesy. The plot development kept me reading and wondering what was going to happen. I think any girl who had a rough middle school (thats like 99% of us, amiright?) can appreciate this book. Pick it up today! This book was provided to my by the publisher in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own, I really loved this book and even recommended it to a friend at dinner the other night. If I thought it was horrible, I would have told you.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
AuthorAshleyDawn More than 1 year ago
This was a thought provoking, intriguing book.  Missy was the class joke before she'd left for Pennsylvania and now that she's back, she wants to change that image.  Her crush had always been Sam, and that was a significant portion of why she was a social outcast.  Now after three years, she has changed and the boys are noticing.  Her neighbor is intriguing as well, but he isn't the boy of her dreams, right? I honestly wasn't sure how this book would sit with me when I started it but I really did enjoy it.  Missy was an intriguing character that was completely complex.  Josh is a great friend to her, Sam is a good guy but possibly not the best boyfriend idea, and her brother is lost.  The emotional ride in this book was intense.  I really liked how the author brought God into the story and it wasn't 'in your face' I rate this a 4/5.  It was a unique storyline. Thank you to Zondervan for the review copy of this book.  I received this book in exchange for an honest review and the opinions stated above are 100% mine.
Novel_Teen_Book_Reviews More than 1 year ago
When Melissa moves back to her hometown on Anna Maria Island, Florida, her only hope is that the bullies who teased her for being ugly will have forgotten her. And while a few people remember, most don’t care. Melissa isn’t the same little girl and people notice, including the most popular guy in the school, the guy she used to have a huge crush on. Just when Melissa thinks she’s getting everything she always wanted, things start to go way wrong.  Here’s a book that sucked me in. I liked Melissa right away. She was authentic and engaging. The story begins with the foreshadowing of a suicide, then moves along at a quick pace, leaving the reader wondering which boy died. The characters were amazing. The story deals with topics such as a dysfunctional mother, alcohol, drug abuse, bullying, and suicide. This is a story filled with heartache, passion, and hope. I’m looking forward to more books by this author.
mbsteury More than 1 year ago
In “Like Moonlight at Low Tide”, debut author Nicole Quigley captures the dysfunctional life of junior Melissa Keiser, a.k.a. “Messy”, with gut-wrenching honesty. When her family returns to the picture-postcard perfect Anna Maria Island, Florida, the torment launched by fellow classmates in junior high threatens to swallow her whole. But the tide turns and the building of unlikely friendships creates a doable, almost enviable existence amongst her high school peers. Life at home isn’t so blessed, and Missy grows weary of all too often being the responsible adult in the household. Loyalties are tested and grief threatens to overwhelm. Will she emerge better, stronger, more capable or be sucked under by the cruel realties that life hands her? These memorable characters—their choices, their honesty, their legacy—will stay with you long after you read the final words.
Bobbie6 More than 1 year ago
This young adult fiction shows the heartache of trying to fit in, and trying to feel normal. It demonstrates the lengths teens often will go to in order to feel love and acceptance and the devastation of when they face rejection. It vividly portrays the cruelty often exhibited to those “invisible” teenagers who are not in the popular group. The book was well-written, the scenery helped you feel the island and the characters were realistic. Well done as a debut novel.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had enjoyed this book from start to finish. Although I am uncertain with my beliefs, I know for a fact that I have had my tears, smiles, and laughs. I really enjoyed all parts of this book, but my favorite would have been the part where the moon reflects off the surface of the boat. It really shows there is a God, and also shows that he does love you more than any human being on this earth can comprehend. Great Job Nicole Quigley!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A love story? I'm female, but can play the male if you wish.))