PRESS FOR THE SECOND BOOK IN THE LUCKY SERIES, AGAIN THE THEMES ARE STRONGLY CENTERED ON FAMILY, GENDER AND ANIMALS ALL SET WITHIN A ROADTRIP THROUGH THE SOUTHWEST!
The novel opens, as any good novel does, with a cliffhanger that leaves the reader wanting to know more about Lucky’s circumstances:
“This is going to hurt.”
“Not as much as it did to kill my dad.”
Dr. Fletcher almost drops the needle in his hand and stares at me. I smile.
“Joking. Well, not really. But what were you saying?” I smile again, trying to reassure him. I’m not sure of what.
“Care to explain?”
Lucky and Mike, best friends since childhood, travel through New Mexico and into Arizona, accompanied by Blue, a collie mix. Looking for Lucky’s newly discovered half-sister, these friends search across the Southwest, including visits to Las Cruces, Bisbee and Flagstaff. The clues they follow begin resembling something an undercover genealogist might dream up. Over the weeks Lucky unscrambles the past, one that challenges stereotypes of family, friendships, and gender and lays a few good secrets to rest.
Meanwhile Blue, being a most generous dog embarks on her own search and rescue mission, finding a needing-to-be-bottle-fed pup aptly named Peanut. It’s the two dogs–and soon Blue’s tiny kitten foundlings–that give this archetypal hero’s journey a mixture of heartbreak and comic lightness.
In her previous novel, the award-winning LUCKY SHOT, author Sarah Leamy questioned the role of identity through Lucky, her protagonist, a character whose gender is ambiguous. Leamy also examined the meaning of family and how families constantly reinvent themselves, especially after loss. LUCKY FIND continues with these characters and similar themes in more detail through the humor of all those four-legged critters that keep turning up on their road trip.
In both novels, Lucky’s journey reflects universal themes of love, loss, and self-discovery. In the end, family and friends are what matter.
The connections Lucky makes—the characters who make LUCKY FIND so memorable—are what remain:
“I looked over at the photo of my dad. Henry William Phillips. I looked at this family of mine: Chris. Mike. Susan. They were chatting about other Christmas holidays they’d had over the years, laughing at Mike’s tales of Europe, and drinking the wine for breakfast. In this warm, cozy home of mine, I realized: I’m Lucky. Lucky to be alive.”
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