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Sunday, July 22, 2012

On the Island by Tracey Garvis Graves

On the Island by Tracey Garvis Graves
Published By: Plume / Penguin Publishing
Release Date: July 10, 2012
Format: Paperback - 336 pages / Kindle - 596 KB / Nook - 640 KB
ISBN: 1466363215
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Chick Lit / Women's Fiction

About The Author: 

Tracey Garvis-Graves is the author of On the Island and Covet. She lives in a suburb of Des Moines, Iowa with her husband, two children, and hyper dog Chloe. She blogs at using colorful language and a snarky sense of humor to write about pop culture, silly television shows, and her suburban neighborhood.

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Disclaimer: I received a copy of the book from the author / publisher in exchange for my honest review and participation in a virtual book tour event hosted by AToMR Book Blog Tours and Plume / Penguin Publishing.

Book Description:

Get swept away this summer with the fiction phenomenon of the season, On The Island, on sale July 10, 2012!

Anna Emerson is a thirty-year-old English teacher desperately in need of adventure. Beautiful and energetic, she has become worn down by the cold Chicago winters and a relationship that's going nowhere. Needing escape and possibly adventure, she jumps at the chance to spend the summer on a tropical island tutoring sixteen-year-old T.J.

T.J. Callahan has no desire to go anywhere, not that anyone asked him. His cancer is in remission and he wants to get back to his normal life. But his parents are insisting he spend the summer in the Maldives, catching up on all the school he missed last year, instead of his social life.

When the unlikely pair board a private plane headed to the Callahan's summer home, they have no idea their lives are about to change forever. As they fly over the Maldives' twelve hundred islands, the unthinkable happens. Their pilot has a heart attack mid-air and their plane crashes in shark-infested waters. Somehow, they make it to shore alive, but only to discover that they're stranded on an uninhabited island with little aside from the clothes on their backs.

At first, their only thought is survival. But as the days turn to weeks, and then months, the castaways encounter many obstacles, including violent tropical storms, the many dangers lurking in the sea, and the looming possibility that T.J.'s cancer could return.

Their bond grows along with their passing birthdays, and Anna begins to wonder if the biggest challenge of all might be living with a boy who is gradually becoming a man.

Book Excerpt:

                                                  Chapter 1
Anna June 2001

I was thirty years old when the seaplane T.J. Callahan and I were traveling on crash-landed in the Indian Ocean. T.J. was sixteen, and three months into remission from Hodgkin’s lymphoma. The pilot’s name was Mick, but he died before we hit the water.

My boyfriend, John, drove me to the airport even though he was third on my list, below my mom and my sister, Sarah, of the people I wanted to take me. We fought the crowd, each of us pulling a large, wheeled suitcase, and I wondered if everyone in Chicago had decided to fly somewhere that day. When we finally reached the US Airways counter, the ticket agent smiled, tagged my luggage, and handed me a boarding pass.

“Thank you, Miss Emerson. I’ve checked you all the way through to Malé. Have a safe trip.”

I slipped the boarding pass into my purse and turned to say good-bye to John. “Thanks for driving me.”

“I’ll walk with you, Anna.”

“You don’t have to,” I said, shaking my head.

He flinched. “I want to.”

We shuffled along in silence, following the throng of slow-moving passengers. At the gate John asked, “What’s he look like?”

“Skinny and bald.”

I scanned the crowd and smiled when I spotted T.J. because short brown hair now covered his head. I waved, and he acknowledged me with a nod while the boy sitting next to him elbowed him in the ribs.

“Who’s the other kid?” John asked.

“I think it’s his friend Ben.”

Slouched in their seats, they were dressed in the style favored by most sixteen-year-old boys: long, baggy athletic shorts, T-shirts, and untied tennis shoes. A navy blue backpack sat on the floor at T.J.’s feet.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” John asked. He shoved his hands in his back pockets and stared down at the worn airport carpeting.

Well, one of us has to do something. “Yes.”

“Please don’t make any final decisions until you get back.”

I didn’t point out the irony in his request. “I said I wouldn’t.”

There was really only one option, though. I just chose to postpone it until the end of the summer.

John put his arms around my waist and kissed me, several seconds longer than he should have in such a public place. Embarrassed, I pulled away. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed T.J. and Ben watching it all.

“I love you,” he said.

I nodded. “I know.”

Resigned, he picked up my carry-on bag and placed the strap on my shoulder. “Have a safe flight. Call me when you get there.”


John left and I watched until the crowd enveloped him, then smoothed the front of my skirt and walked over to the boys. They looked down as I approached.

“Hi, T.J. You look great. Are you ready to go?”

His brown eyes briefly met mine. “Yeah, sure.” He had gained weight and his face wasn’t as pale. He had braces on his teeth, which I hadn’t noticed before, and a small scar on his chin.

“Hi. I’m Anna,” I said to the boy sitting next to T.J. “You must be Ben. How was your party?”

He glanced at T.J., confused. “Uh, it was okay.”

I pulled out my cell phone and looked at the time. “I’ll be right back, T.J. I want to check on our flight.”

As I walked away I heard Ben say, “Dude, your babysitter is smokin’ hot.” 

“She’s my tutor, asshole.”

The words rolled off me. I taught at a high school and considered occasional comments from hormone-riddled boys a fairly benign occupational hazard. 

After confirming we were still on schedule, I returned and sat in the empty chair next to T.J. “Did Ben leave?”

“Yeah. His mom got tired of circling the airport. He wouldn’t let her come in with us.”

“Do you want to get something to eat?” 

He shook his head. “I’m not hungry.”

We sat in awkward silence until it was time to board the plane. T.J. followed me down the narrow aisle to our first-class seats. “Do you want the window?” I asked.

T.J. shrugged. “Sure. Thanks.”

I stepped to the side and waited until he sat down, then buckled in next to him. He took a portable CD player out of his backpack and put the headphones on, his subtle way of letting me know he wasn’t interested in having a conversation. I pulled a book out of my carry-on bag, the pilot lifted off, and we left Chicago behind.

 * * *

Things started to go wrong in Germany. It should have taken a little over eighteen hours to fly from Chicago to Malé—the capital city of the Maldives—but after mechanical problems and weather delays we ended up spending the rest of the day and half the night at Frankfurt International Airport waiting for the airline to reroute us. T.J. and I sat on hard plastic chairs at 3:00 a.m. after finally being confirmed on the next flight out. He rubbed his eyes.

I pointed to a row of empty seats. “Lie down if you want.”

“I’m okay,” he said, stifling a yawn.

“We aren’t leaving for several hours. You should try to sleep.”

“Aren’t you tired?”

I was exhausted, but T.J. probably needed the rest more than I did. “I’m fine. You go ahead.”

“Are you sure?”


“Okay.” He smiled faintly. “Thanks.” He stretched out on the chairs and fell asleep immediately.

I stared out the window and watched the planes land and take off again, their red lights blinking in the night sky. The frigid air-conditioning raised goose bumps on my arms, and I shivered in my skirt and sleeveless blouse. In a nearby restroom, I changed into the jeans and long-sleeved T-shirt I’d packed in my carry-on bag, then bought a cup of coffee. When I sat back down next to T.J., I opened my book and read, waking him three hours later when they called our flight.

There were more delays after we arrived in Sri Lanka—this time due to a shortage of flight crew—and by the time we landed at Malé International Airport in the Maldives, the Callahans’ summer rental still two hours away by seaplane, I had been awake for thirty hours. My temples throbbed and my eyes, gritty and aching, burned. When they said they had no reservation for us, I blinked back tears.

“But I have the confirmation number,” I said to the ticket agent, sliding the scrap of paper across the counter. “I updated our reservation before we left Sri Lanka. Two seats. T.J. Callahan and Anna Emerson. Will you please look again?”

The ticket agent checked the computer. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Your names are not on the list. The seaplane is full.”

“What about the next flight?”

“It will be dark soon. Seaplanes don’t fly after sunset.” Noticing my stricken expression, he gave me a sympathetic look, tapped his keyboard, and picked up the phone. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you.”

T.J. and I walked to a small gift shop, and I bought two bottles of water. “Do you want one?”

“No thanks.”

“Why don’t you put it in your backpack,” I said, handing it to him. “You might want it later.”

I dug a bottle of Tylenol out of my purse, shook two into my hand, and swallowed them with some water. We sat down on a bench, and I called T.J.’s mom, Jane, and told her not to expect us until morning.

“There’s a chance they’ll find us a flight, but I don’t think we’ll get out tonight. The seaplanes don’t fly after dark, so we may have to spend the night at the airport.”

“I’m sorry, Anna. You must be exhausted,” she said.

“It’s okay, really. We’ll be there tomorrow for sure.” I covered the phone with my hand. “Do you want to talk to your mom?” T.J. made a face and shook his head.

I noticed the ticket agent waving at me. He was smiling. “Jane, listen I think we might—” and then my cell phone dropped the call. I put the phone back in my purse and approached the counter, holding my breath.

“One of the charter pilots can fly you to the island,” the ticket agent said. “The passengers he was supposed to take are delayed in Sri Lanka and won’t get here until tomorrow morning.”

I exhaled and smiled. “That’s wonderful. Thank you for finding us a flight. I really appreciate it.” I tried to call T.J.’s parents again, but my cell phone roamed without connecting. Hopefully I’d get a signal when we arrived on the island. “Ready, T.J.?”

 “Yeah,” he said, grabbing his backpack.

A minibus dropped us off at the air taxi terminal. The agent checked us in at the counter, and we walked outside.

The Maldives climate reminded me of the steam room at my gym. Immediately, beads of sweat broke out on my forehead and the back of my neck. My jeans and long-sleeved T-shirt trapped the hot, humid air against my skin, and I wished I had changed back into something cooler. 

Is it this sweltering all the time? 

An airport employee stood on the dock next to a seaplane that bobbed gently on the water’s surface. He beckoned to us. When T.J. and I reached him, he opened the door and we ducked our heads and boarded the plane. The pilot was sitting in his seat, and he smiled at us around a mouthful of cheeseburger. 

“Hi, I’m Mick.” He finished chewing and swallowed. “Hope you don’t mind if I finish my dinner.” He appeared to be in his late fifties and was so overweight he barely fit in the pilot’s seat. He wore cargo shorts and the largest tie-dye T-shirt I had ever seen. His feet were bare. Sweat dotted his upper lip and forehead. He ate the last bite of his cheeseburger and wiped his face with a napkin. 

“I’m Anna and this is T.J.,” I said, smiling and reaching out to shake his hand. “Of course we don’t mind.” 

The DHC-6 Twin Otter seated ten and smelled like airplane fuel and mildew. T.J. buckled himself in and stared out the window. I sat down across the aisle from him, shoved my purse and carry-on under the seat, and rubbed my eyes. Mick started the engines. The noise drowned out his voice, but when he turned his head to the side his lips moved as he communicated with someone on his radio headset. He motored away from the dock, picked up speed, and we were airborne. 

I cursed my inability to sleep on airplanes. I’d always envied those who passed out the minute the plane took off and didn’t wake until the wheels touched down on the runway. I tried to doze, but the sunlight streaming through the seaplane’s windows, and my confused body clock, made drifting off impossible. When I gave up and opened my eyes, I caught T.J. staring at me. If the look on his face and the heat on mine was any indication, it embarrassed us both. He turned away, shoved his backpack under his head, and fell asleep a few minutes later. 

Restless, I unbuckled my seat belt and went to ask Mick how long it would be until we landed. 

“Maybe another hour or so.” He motioned toward the copilot’s seat. “Sit down if you want.” 

I sat down and buckled my seat belt. Shielding my eyes against the sun, I took in the breathtaking view. The sky, cloudless and cobalt above. The Indian Ocean, a swirl of mint green and turquoise blue below. 

Mick rubbed the center of his chest with his fist and reached for a roll of antacids. He put one in his mouth. “Heartburn. That’s what I get for eating cheeseburgers. But they taste so much better than a damn salad, you know?” He laughed, and I nodded my head in agreement. 

“So, where are you two from?” 


“What do you do there in Chicago?” He popped another antacid into his mouth. 

“I teach tenth-grade English.”

“Ah, summers off.” 

“Well, not for me. I usually tutor students in the summer.” I motioned toward T.J. “His parents hired me to help him catch up with his class. He had Hodgkin’s lymphoma and he missed a lot of school.”

“I thought you looked way too young to be his mom.” 

I smiled. “His parents and sisters flew down a few days ago.” 

I wasn’t able to leave as early as the Callahans because the public high school where I taught let out for summer break a few days later than the private high school T.J. attended. When T.J. found out, he convinced his parents to let him stay behind in Chicago for the weekend and fly down with me instead. Jane Callahan had called to see if it was all right. 

“His friend Ben is having a party. He really wants to go. Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked. 

“Not at all,” I said. “It will give us a chance to get to know each other.” 

I’d only met T.J. once, when I interviewed with his parents. It would take a while for him to warm up to me; it always did when I worked with a new student, especially a teenage boy. 

Mick’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “How long are you staying?” 

“For the summer. They rented a house on the island.” 

So he’s okay now?” 

“Yes. His parents said he was pretty sick for a while, but he’s been in remission for a few months.”

“Nice location for a summer job.” 

I grinned. “It beats the library.” 

We flew in silence for a while. “Are there really twelve hundred islands down there?” I asked. I’d only counted three or four, scattered across the water like giant puzzle pieces. I waited for his answer. “Mick?” 

“What? Oh, yes, give or take a few. Only about two hundred are inhabited, but I expect that to change with all the development going on. There’s a new hotel or resort opening every month.” He chuckled. “Everybody wants a piece of paradise.” 

Mick rubbed his chest again and took his left arm off the control yoke, stretching it out in front of him. I noticed his pained expression and the light sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine. I’ve just never had heartburn this bad before.” He put two more antacids in his mouth and crumpled the empty wrapper. 

An uneasy feeling washed over me. “Do you want to call someone? If you show me how to use the radio I can call for you.” 

“No, I’ll be fine once these antacids start working.” He took a deep breath and smiled at me. “Thank you, though.” 

He seemed okay for a while, but ten minutes later he took his right hand off the yoke and rubbed his left shoulder. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. His breathing sounded shallow, and he shifted in his seat as if he couldn’t find a comfortable position. My uneasy feeling blossomed into sheer panic. 

T.J. woke up. “Anna,” he said, loud enough for me to hear him over the engines. I turned around. “Are we almost there?” 

I unbuckled and went back to sit beside T.J. Not wanting to shout, I pulled him closer and said, “Listen, I’m pretty sure Mick’s having a heart attack. He has chest pains and he looks awful, but he’s blaming it on heartburn.” 

“What! Are you serious?” 

I nodded. “My dad survived a major heart attack last year, so I know what to watch for. I think he’s scared to admit there’s something wrong.” 

“What about us? Can he still fly the plane?” 

“I don’t know.” 

T.J. and I approached the cockpit. Mick had both fists pressed against his chest and his eyes were closed. His headset sat askew and his face had taken on a grayish cast. 

I crouched down next to his seat, fear rippling through me. “Mick.” My tone was urgent. “We need to call for help.” 

He nodded. “I’m going to put us down on the water first and then one of you will have to get on the radio,” he gasped, trying to get the words out. “Put on life jackets. They’re in the storage compartment by the door. Then get in your seats and buckle in.” He grimaced in pain. “Go!” 

My heart thundered in my chest and adrenaline flooded my body. We rushed to the storage compartment and rifled through it. 

“Why do we have to put on life jackets, Anna? The plane has floats, right?” 

Because he’s afraid he might not get us out of the air in time. 

“I don’t know, maybe it’s standard operating procedure. We’re landing in the middle of the ocean.” I found the life jackets wedged between a cylinder-shaped container that said LIFE RAFT and several blankets. “Here,” I said, handing one to T.J. and putting mine on. We sat down and fastened our seat belts, my hands shaking so badly it took me two tries. 

“If he loses consciousness I’ll need to start CPR immediately. You’ll have to figure out the radio, T.J., okay?”

He nodded, his eyes wide. “I can do that.” 

I gripped the armrests of my seat and watched out the window, the rolling surface of the ocean growing closer. But then instead of slowing we picked up speed, descending at a steep angle. I glanced toward the front of the plane. Mick was slumped over the yoke, not moving. I unbuckled my seat belt and lunged into the aisle.

“Anna,” T.J. yelled. The hem of my T-shirt slipped through his grasp. 

Before I could reach the cockpit, Mick jerked backward in his seat, his hands still on the yoke, as a massive spasm racked his chest. The nose of the plane pulled up sharply and we hit the water tail first, skipping erratically across the waves. The tip of a wing caught the surface and the plane cartwheeled out of control. 

The impact knocked me off my feet, as if someone had tied a rope around my ankles and yanked it hard. The sound of shattering glass filled my ears, and I had the sensation of flying followed by searing pain as the plane broke apart.

I plunged into the ocean, seawater pouring down my throat. I was completely disoriented, but the buoyancy of my life jacket lifted me slowly upward. My head broke the surface, and I coughed uncontrollably, trying to get the air in and the water out. 

T.J.! Oh God, where is T.J.? 

I pictured him trapped in his seat, unable to get his seat belt unbuckled, and I scanned the water frantically, squinting in the sun and screaming his name. Just when I thought he had certainly drowned, he surfaced, choking and sputtering.  

I swam toward him, tasting blood, my head throbbing so hard I thought it might explode. When I reached T.J., I grabbed his hand and tried to tell him how happy I was that he made it, but my words wouldn’t come out right and I drifted in and out of a hazy fog. 

T.J. yelled at me to wake up. I remember high waves and swallowing more water, and then I remember nothing at all.

My Book Review:

Anna Emerson is a thirty year old high school English teacher, who has been hired to tutor sixteen year old T.J. Callahan during the summer at the family's summer rental in the Maldive Islands. T.J. is in remission from Hodgkin's Lymphoma, and needs to catch up on his school work that he missed while he had been out of school.

T.J.'s parents and sister have flown down to the islands a few days ahead of him and Anna. What should have been an eighteen hour flight from Chicago to Male, the capital city of the Maldive Islands, is anything but smooth ...

On the last leg of their trip from Male International Airport to their island retreat (the Maldive Islands has 1,200 islands), Anna and T.J. find out that they don't have a reservation on the last seaplane departing for the day. Even after Anna insists that she has confirmed their reservation, the ticket agent claims that the plane is full and their names are not listed on the reservation list. Thinking that they will have to spend the night at the airport, Anna calls T.J.'s mom, Jane, and lets her know that their arrival will be delayed a day. But at the last minute, the ticket agent tells them that Mick, a charter pilot will fly them to their island on his seaplane. While flying over the ocean with a two hour flight, Mick thinks he has a bad case of heartburn, but he suffers a fatal heart attack and the seaplane crashes into the Indian Ocean.

Anna and T.J. are adrift in the ocean overnight and the current carries them towards an uninhabited island, where they swim ashore. Stranded, neither are prepared for what lies ahead ...

This is the story of their survival on the uninhabited island, and the bond that grew between them as the days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months, months turn to years.

On the Island is a hauntingly beautiful story of two people's survival and the bond that is formed while stranded on an uninhabited island. The author weaves an enchanting storyline that will pull at your heartstrings. Told in the first person narrative with alternating perspectives of Anna and T.J., the reader will get to know the characters through their intense and intimate emotions, interactions, and chemistry. You can't help but embrace Anna and T.J.'s story, it is one of those stories that draw you in from the start and stays with you as you turn the pages.

Rich in vivid details and descriptions of the Maldive Islands, the author easily transports the reader to the beautiful paradise setting. The description of their adventure and survival on the island is intriguing, from the highs to the lows, the challenges and struggles, the friendship and love, the reader will feel the gamut of emotions as if they were on a roller coaster ride.

The author has created a wonderful pair of characters in Anna and T.J. They are a realistic, strong, emotional and tenderhearted couple, who will sneak into your heart as their intimate story of survival and love unfolds before you. I loved how their bond strengthened them and gradually developed into a beautiful relationship that is so intimate and built on the trust, friendship and love that was borne from their stranding on the island over a lengthy period of time.

On the Island is a poignant story that is deeply moving and will stay with you long after the last page is read. Kudos to author Tracey Garvis Graves on a wonderful debut novel. I look forward to reading more of her novels in the future.


* Virtual Book Promotional Tour *

Thank you for participating in the On the Island Event! This week in addition to reviews and posts, select blogs are hosting a word from the author's favorite quotes in the book as a Scavenger Hunt! There is one quote from Anna and one from T.J. Visit each stop this week to find the hidden words (they will be numbered for order) and after July 22nd, submit your answer to the quotes here! Random winners for books and swag will be chosen and notified by July 29th.

Also, the week of July 23-27, there will be even more events and chances to win the book and swag!

* Monday, July 23 at 8:00 pm CST - Chat with the author Tracey Garvis Graves! We will be chatting with the author on Savor Chats: Come join us! (You can sign in with Twitter or Facebook)

* Each day look at #ontheisland on Twitter for random shout outs to win books and swag!

* On the Island was released in bookstores on Tuesday, July 10th! If you see the book in stores or 'in the wild' take a picture. Please tweet it and use hash tag #ontheisland. Or you can post it to Facebook! Please submit Twitter and Facebook links of your post / tweet here! All entries need to be submitted by July 29th.

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