Oh please let there be a sequel! I am by no means ready for the awesomeness that is Jenny Oliver’s The Sunshine and Biscotti Club to be over. Not at all!
I picked up The Summerhouse by the Sea by Jenny Oliver at the beginning of this summer and I absolutely loved it. So naturally, I asked the author herself for further recommendations. And what she recommended was The Sunshine and Biscotti Club. I was hesitant at first because I don’t really like books with too many main characters. But yesterday, during a particularly boring period at work, I picked up my kindle and started reading. And oh my! This book is pure literary heaven!!! (Yep, there is a need for three exclamation marks!)
It follows the stories of a group of friends who have all shared a flat once upon a time. They come together when Libby calls them to Italy to help her fix up the hotel she’s inherited. What starts out as renovation duty soon turns into so much more. One by one, they let go of the past and focus on the present and each other. There is laughter and there is pain. There is skinny-dipping in the dark sea. Marital problems and new relationships. But most of all, there is friendship.
I honestly didn’t think, I’d enjoy the book. But oh was I wrong! Jenny Oliver managed to tell the story of each individual without it being boring or confusing. She dipped into the past, but it was never too much. There were no 10 page summaries of what had happened before the story started. The flashbacks were there, but they weren’t too much.
Writing a good review is really hard when there is literally nothing to complain about. The Sunshine and Biscotti Club is amazing. And I think the reason that’s the case is because it is so real. The characters come alive and they become your friends. I could see Dex messing with Jessica. I was there when Eve finally found herself. When Jessica and Bruno swam into the dark, I was the creep swimming right behind them. I witnessed Libby letting go and just being herself. I sat beside them, as Miles forgave Jessica. And I was proud when Jimmy finally grew up. These people became my friends and it breaks my heart that I have to let them go now that the book is finished.
So please, Jenny Oliver. If you ever read this, please let there be a sequel. I’m begging you. This story and these people are too amazing to be forgotten. People need to hear their stories. And I’ll be the first one to buy book number two. I promise.