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“Here, in Mystic, the sky started deep in the palm of God’s hand and unfurled as far as the eye could see…It could turn from sunshine to snow in a heartbeat, leaving nothing but a blood red rainbow that wept into ebony at the edges...The heartfelt vows of people in love were fragile words that, once shattered, could cut so deeply you’d bleed forever.” When her husband announces he’s having an affair and wants a divorce, there’s only one asset Annie wants: “My heart. I want it back in one piece.” She retreats to her hometown where she reconnects with a “man who’d accidentally opened a door on her old life and shown her the truth...She’d thought dreams were the toys of childhood, to be put away when real life came to call.” “Annie had made so many mistakes, and most of them had been because she’d planted herself firmly in the middle of the road. But now she knew that life without risk was impossible, and if by chance you stumbled across a safe, serene existence, it was because you’d never really reached for anything in the first place.” It is on the shores of Mystic Lake that Annie blossoms into a woman who dares to dream of her own bookstore and “wager her heart on a game as risky as love.” Alongside recovering alcoholic Nick and his selective mute daughter Izzy, Annie stitches a patchwork family, “quilted together from the scraps of their separate lives.” Annie discovers how “deep love ran, how it was in your blood, not your heart, and how that same blood pumped through your veins your whole life…Love can rise above tragedy and give us a way home.” Kristin Hannah’s On Mystic Lake “spun its gossamer strands around [my] heart and romanced [me] beyond repair.”