Prayers and Lies
By Sherri Wood Emmons
(Kensington Publishing Corporation, Paperback, 9780758253248, 312pp.)
Publication Date: January 25, 2011
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But as Bethany grows older, she realizes that life in this small, close-knit community is not as simple as she once thought. . .that the riverside cabins that hold so much of her family's history also teem with scandalous whispers. . .and that those closest to her harbor unimaginable secrets. Amid the dense woods and quiet beauty of the valley, these secrets are coming to light at last, with a force devastating enough to shatter lives, faith, and the bond that Bethany once thought would last forever.
Spanning four decades, Sherri Wood Emmons' debut is a haunting, captivating novel about the unexpected, sometimes shocking events that thrust us into adulthood--and the connections that keep us tethered, always, to our pasts.
Advance praise for Sherri Wood Emmons and Prayers and Lies
"From the first sentence, the voice of the narrator, Bethany, rings true and never falters. By the end of the book, I cared for every aunt and cousin, mother and sister, even the most troubled and dangerous. "Prayers and Lies" is the story of a family that knows how to love and forgive and get on with life." --Drusilla Campbell, author of "The Good Sister"
"Through the careful rendering of this dysfunctional family, Emmons makes us fall in love with Bethany Wylie, the young girl at the heart of this story, as well as her wayward cousin, Reana Mae. The evolution of their friendship--the way they grow together and grow apart--is heart-breaking." --T. Greenwood, author of "Two Rivers"
"Prepare to stay up all night reading Sherri Wood Emmons perfectly captures the devastating impact of family secrets in her beautifully written--and ultimately hopeful--debut novel. With its evocative setting and realistically crafted characters, "Prayers and Lies" is a must read for fans of rich family drama." --Diane Chamberlain, author of "The Lies We Told"
"A sweet, revealing tale of family, friendship, long-held secrets and includes the all-important ingredients of forgiveness and love." --Kris Radish, author of "The Shortest Distance Between Two Women"
"I loved it." --Cathy Lamb, author of "Such A Pretty Face"
We always knew when Bobby Lee came home. Folks up and
down the Coal River Valley heard the roar of his motorcycle
on the gravel road long before he tore around the final bend, turning
so sharp he lay nearly sideways on the ground. Sometimes he'd
be gone weeks at a time, sometimes just a few days. But his homecoming
He rode into the valley like a conquering hero. And Jolene, his
wife, would come flying out of their shabby cabin, long red hair
streaming behind her, just as Bobby Lee pulled into their little dirt
yard. He'd be off the huge bike in a flash as she ran down the two
broken and patched steps and into his arms. And then there would
be the kiss--scandalous for that rural West Virginia community in
the 1960s. We children would stand on our own porches or in the
road, gaping at the two of them, our mouths and eyes wide.
Usually, Reana Mae was waiting on the porch, too, but Bobby
Lee didn't notice her right off. His wife was such a whirlwind of
red curls and short skirts and hunger that their daughter--thin,
freckled, and silent--went unnoticed. After the kiss would come
gifts, if his haul had been a long one. Sometimes, Bobby Lee drove
his rig all the way from Charleston to California, and he brought
Jolene and Reana presents from places like Los Angeles and Las
Vegas. Usually a toy or coloring book for Reana. For Jolene, he
brought clothes--shocking clothes. Like the halter top and hot
pants he brought from San Francisco. Or the lime green minidress
from Chicago. Jolene strutted around like a peacock in them, while
the rest of the valley folk shook their heads and whispered to one
another over their fences and laundry lines. Jolene was the first
woman in the valley to go braless, her round, full breasts barely
contained beneath the tight T-shirts and sweaters she wore.
After the gifts and the hellos and the "What's happenin' in the
world?" talk, Jolene would send Reana Mae off to her greatgrandma's,
then disappear into the house with her husband for the
rest of the afternoon. Sometimes, Reana spent the night at her
Grandma Loreen's before Jolene remembered to come for her.
Loreen would make up Jolene's old room, and she'd fry pork chops
and boil potatoes with green beans and bacon fat like Reana
wanted, and she'd sing her the lullaby she used to sing to her own
babies. And so, on those days, Reana Mae got cherished a little bit.
Jolene wasn't from the valley, though her people were. She'd
spent most of her childhood up north in Huntington with her
mama, EmmaJane Darling. Her father, whoever he might have
been, was long gone before Jolene made her appearance at Our
Lady of Mercy Charity Hospital in Huntington. Jolene came to live
with her grandparents, Ray and Loreen, after EmmaJane died, and
she was a handful.
But Bobby Lee fell for Jolene the first time he laid his eyes on
her, the day she came to the Coal River. She was just twelve years
old then, but she looked sixteen in her tight black skirt, low-cut
blouse, and bright-red lipstick. And Bobby Lee told his little
brother, "I'm gonna marry that girl." Five years later, he did. And
don't you suppose Ray and Loreen were relieved to have Jolene
married off? They fairly beamed at the wedding, didn't even bat an
eye when Jolene wore a short blue dress to be married in instead of
the nice, long white gown with lace that Loreen had offered to
make for her.
"At least," my Aunt Belle had whispered, "it ain't red."
They were scandalous, those two, even in a valley that tolerated
a good bit of questionable goings-on. Times were hard, after all, and people had to take their happiness when and where they found
it. Folks in the valley were philosophical about such things. But
Bobby Lee and Jolene Colvin, they pushed it too far by half.
They didn't go to church, for one thing. Everyone else in the
valley spent long Sunday mornings at Christ the King Baptist
Church, praying for redemption, hearing the true gospel, and assuring
their eternal salvation. But not Bobby Lee and Jolene.
They sent Reana Mae to church, though, every Sunday morning,
scrubbed clean and wearing her one Sunday dress, her spindly legs
bare in summer and winter alike. Folks sometimes said Jolene sent
her daughter to church just so she could lie abed with Bobby Lee,
desecrating the Lord's Day. And the church folk were sugary sweet
to Reana on account of it. But she never even smiled at them; she
just stared with her unblinking, green cat-eyes and all those brown
freckles. Not a pretty child, folks whispered. Small, knobby, wild-
haired, and so quiet you'd hardly notice her, till you felt her eyes
staring through you. You couldn't hardly tell she was Jolene's
daughter, except for those eyes--just like Jolene's.
Reana Mae sometimes sat with my sisters and me at church, and
she never wrote notes on the bulletin or whispered or wriggled or
pinched. She just sat with her hands folded in her lap and stared up
at Brother Harley preaching. Sometimes her lips moved like she
was praying, but she never said a word. She didn't even sing when
Miss Lucetta started up a hymn on the piano.
Christ the King Baptist Church was the glue that held that community
together. The weathered white house of God had married
and buried valley folk for longer than anyone could remember.
Brother Harley, the pastor, was a heavy-jowled, sweaty, balding
man who liked a good joke and a cold beer. When he didn't wear
his black robe, he donned plaid shirts with a breast pocket, where
he tucked the white handkerchiefs he used to wipe the sweat from
his forehead and neck. His daddy had been the first pastor of
Christ the King Baptist Church, and he was hoping his grandson,
Harley Boy, would take the pulpit when he retired.
Brother Harley was great friends with my Great-Aunt Belle.
Often on quiet summer nights, you could hear his belly laugh echo
all through the valley when he sat on Belle's porch, drinking beer
and sharing gossip. His tiny, sharp-eyed wife, Ida Louise, didn't
join him at Belle's. Folks sometimes wondered, quietly over their
laundry lines, just why Brother Harley spent so much time with a
rich widow and so little time at home. "But"--Loreen would sigh
to my mother, her head bobbing earnestly--"knowing Ida's temper,
maybe it ain't such a wonder as all that."
Aunt Belle--Arabella was her Christian name--was born and
bred in the Coal River Valley, the eldest of the three Lee sisters. My
grandmother, Araminta, was the youngest. Arathena, Bobby Lee's
grandmother, was the middle child.
When she was nineteen, Belle caught the eye of a much older
and very wealthy man. Mason Martin owned a chain of drugstores
in East Virginia, West Virginia, and Kentucky. He'd come to the
valley to look into property, before deciding the community was
too small to support a drugstore. He left without a store but with a
beautiful young wife. The couple settled int.
- Is there a villain in the story? Who is the villain? Is there anything that makes his or her actions understandable? Is that character redeemable?