The Pleasure Was Mine

You know you've read a good book when you feel a sense of desertion once you finish the last page. The characters have become your friends, and now they won't be telling you any more about their lives. I just finished one of those books.

The Pleasure Was Mine by Tommy Hays is an easy read, rich with characters and scenery. Hays lives in Asheville, NC, so he's very familiar with the Blue Ridge Mountains and Greenville, SC where the story takes place.

As the main character, Prate Marshbanks' demeanor brings to my mind similar characteristics of my father-in-law. I can just see him trying to be gruff and austere, when in reality, his heart is as soft and pure as gold. Prate's wife, Irene, who is the love of his life, is newly diagnosed with Alzheimer's as we meet them both.

In short order, we are introduced to Prate's and Irene's son, Newell, who is no stranger to tragedy. His wife and unborn child had been killed in an automobile accident leaving him to raise their son, Jackson, who was 5 at the time. The story begins 4 years later when Newell, a successful artist, has an opportunity for a fellowship at a nearby college for the summer, and he needs for Jackson to stay with his curmudgeonly grandfather for the duration.

That summer is a time of healing for all three fathers and sons. Watching this take place gives the reader an insight into the human heart and its capacity for love. Hays adeptly interweaves the hurts with successes and wit as the family, along with their neighbor, come to accept their fates, their needs, and their strengths. Irene, despite her illness, turns out to be the catalyst.

This is such a good read. It will give you pause to realize how precious are those we love. It will serve as a reminder to enjoy and appreciate them while we have them. It will do both of these things without being morose or sad. While missing the new friends you've made, you will also share their hope and anticipation for a happy future.