Every one of Valerie Sherrard’s books have delighted me, and what impresses me the most is that she’s able to write such masterfully absorbing stories in so many different genres and forms.
Driftwood is unlike anything she has written before. The seemingly simple narrative of a boy on summer vacation at a campground by the sea turns out to be a series of linked stories wrapped together, commenting and reflecting on each other. Every single person in this novel changes for the better in an unexpected way. By the last page I was openly weeping. I don’t want to give the story away. Suffice it to say that you’ll be drawn into Driftwood by the simple and engaging story, but you’ll have a deeper appreciation of the world around you by the time you reach the end. Bravo Valerie!
