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When fifty-year-old Lucas Palmer falls out of a rowboat into northern California’s Russian River, he initiates rapid and mysterious changes in the life of his unhappy daughter Wendy. While the comatose Lucas conducts a searching inventory of his past, he must also negotiate the peace in a ludicrous battle between his two after-life guides. Meanwhile Wendy gets an unexpected makeover — and learns secrets of her own past that shake her very foundations. When the parallel and mystically linked stories of Love After Life converge in a gripping conclusion, every reader will be left with a new appreciation of the staying power of love and the hidden reserves of the human spirit.
Lucas felt like a kite — lighter than air, soaring upward in a carefree, sensually zigzagging pattern, unexpectedly released from every kind of weight he’d ever known: the weight of his body, the weight of his worries, the weight of waiting on life to come across with something really good and long denied. The world was dropping beneath him like a landscape seen from a glass elevator. In fact, when he looked down he seemed to be peering through a wide, oblong lens suspended in space; all around the lens was a cloudy and infinite fog. Lucas wanted to ask someone about this peculiar circumstance, but he seemed to be alone.
At about sixty feet above terra firma the joyride slowed to a stop, and Lucas took the opportunity to survey the scene beneath him in detail. Of course he’d looked at natural topographies from the sky many times before in his career, aboard slow-flying planes and helicopters. But somehow his perception had never been so clear, so untrammeled by — what? By his own mind, Lucas realized abruptly; never before had his mind been so free of anxieties, anticipations, and both petty and large resentments that he was able to see like this, with such startling acuity. His whole being felt transparent, beatific. The piece of the world that he could see through the lens was startlingly beautiful.
Something odd was going on down below, Lucas noted in his happy dispassion. For some reason his daughter Wendy was doing a jumping dance at the end of the pier where he had left her a while ago — leaping, waving her arms, emitting a wild yelp with every other hop. Lucas was afraid she might lose her balance and topple in the water, and she’d always been terribly afraid of the water...