Jacqueline Sheehan| Fiction
Beryl and I, when on a road trip together, particularly enjoyed stopping in small, dusty, used-book stores in little tiny towns that had only a used-book store and a bakery. I realized I had not done this since he died. I had road time on my 14-day Alaska trip, and I made a stop.
I was looking for a particular book, which the shop didn’t have, so I perused the tables and saw Lost & Found on display. I expected it to be a sweet little read, and, well, it was. It was a NY Times bestseller, but not a literary giant. It is about a woman, Rocky, whose husband dies suddenly, and Lloyd, the injured dog she adopts who helps her heal. It is also imbued with a mystery, archery, a woman with synesthesia, a teenager with anorexia, and a former-minister-turned-public-works-director, all living year-round on tiny Peak’s Island, Maine.
The first time we really hear Lloyd’s perspective, the big black Lab, is about half-way in. He is watching Rocky sleep. Rocky thought she was waking Lloyd at 4:50 AM every morning, "the hour of the distressed." This paragraph simply blew me away.
“He fell through the waking and let himself wash away, perilously so. There, there she was, rushing through houses, opening any door, searching. A wave of acrid smoke caught him, with a flavor of desperation. She would be willing to do anything to find the one she hunted. Here is what he needed to know, she tracked a dead one. Now he understood. This was where she spent her nights. Only sickness will result from this journey of hers. He followed her all night, not needing to hide himself because she had eyes for nothing but her precious dead one. He left her weeping in the dust and could finally stay no more. He pulled himself out of the dream, back to his furred body, next to her in bed. He rose from the bed, walked to her side and whined in alarm until she opened her eyes.” (pg 125)