Heart Song (THE LOGAN FAMILY)

9780671534721 - Heart Song (Logan Family) by V.C. Andrews

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But instead he turned back to me. My heart began to thump. Was this the moment I had been waiting for? Neither of them had ever told me that.

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Brothers and sister I should say, for Jacob was there, too. When I was little and I used to play with them, I didn't realize Haille had been adopted by the Logans. As far as I knew, she had always been there, part of that family. And then one day, I think I was about nine or ten, something like that, Jacob told me. He just blurted it out like kids do. He said something like Haille's not really our sister. He continued, "At the time I thought he said 'wave.

No one has a better lock on the door to their closet of skeletons than the Logans, especially Olivia Logan. I hated saying anything bad about her, especially since she was no longer here to defend herself. He just glanced out the window again then said, "I like Olivia. She and I have a healthy respect for one another when we see each other, but she is like the dowager queen of Provincetown.

There's no one with bluer blood. Haille was never impressed with all that. In a sense you're right. The truth is I think she hated not knowing where she came from, hated who Olivia wanted her to be. You can be yourself, and anyone who can be an individual these days is lucky, especially if he can make a living at the same time. Speaking of which, I've got to go into town to get some supplies," he added and stood. I'll be back in a few hours. How could he be so cold about it? If he was my father, why didn't he just admit it?

Was he afraid I would ask to move in with him? Was he afraid he would have to provide for me? Maybe, just as he said, I was better off not knowing. I could create my father out of my own imagination and make him perfect. He would have no skeletons in his closet and no sins to weigh on both of us.

He could be like some mythical god, who sailed in on a cloud of sea mist and strolled confidently into Provincetown and when he saw Mommy and she saw him they fell in love instantly and spent warm nights on the beach. One day, he was just gone and then I was born. Now that I was here, one day or one night I would be on the beach and my mythical father would appear and tell me everything was all right.

I wasn't an orphan and I had a destiny. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough? I cleaned up and took Ulysses for his afternoon walk. The clouds had broken up and the sky had become a quilt with deep, large patches of blue.

The breeze was still strong, making my hair dance around my face. The breakers were high and sparkling, and once again I turned to the sea for answers. I was so lost in my own thoughts and the surf was so loud, I didn't hear the horn or the shouts until I turned to took back at the house and saw that Cary had driven up in his truck and was waving wildly from the top of a dune. I waved back and started toward him. My father decided to come in early, so I thought I'd take a ride over to see how you were doing.

Cary knelt and patted Ulysses, but kept his eyes on me. I thought he was going to say something at lunch today, but -- " "But? I wish I could get him to tell me more. Cary laughed and stood up, reaching out to help me climb up the knoll. His eyes washed over my face. When I started to moan, he quickly added, "but that's cute.

I'm too old to be cute," I snapped, pulling my hand from his as I started for the house. Suddenly I felt like screaming at everyone and everything. The blood that had rushed into my cheeks warmed my face. I couldn't explain why I was suddenly so angry. Maybe I wasn't angry; maybe I was just afraid, afraid that no one would ever take me and my questions tions seriously. Cary seized my arm at the elbow and I spun around.

I'll just come right out and ask him. I'm not afraid of him," he bragged. Maybe I shouldn't have let you talk me into coming back to the Cape in the first place. I had no one in Sewell, either, except my best friend Alice Morgan. But I could't live with her. Her mother couldn't understand how a daughter of hers would befriend someone raised in a trailer park. This is where you belong," Cary insisted. I've got a grandmother who wishes I would wash out to sea so I don't embarrass her, an uncle, your father, who thinks I'm the daughter of Satan; a man who could be my father but is unwilling to tell me -- " "I care about you," he said.

I believed Cary, but somehow it wasn't the same. I needed someone to love me the way my daddy did. Of course this thought made me feel guilty, as if I were trying to replace him in my heart. But wasn't that exactly what I was doing? You clean his house, see his things. Are there any hints, clues? Let me look at it," he said. My heart began to pound. Let me just look," he said.

I looked toward the dune road and thought about Cary's plan. Kenneth had said he would be away for hours. Even though it's usually a mess, he would know if something had been moved an inch. We walked to the studio, pausing momentarily to look into the fish pond. He calls him Shell. He saw the block of marble and asked about it immediately. I explained the artistic vision just the way Kenneth had explained it to me, but Cary squeezed his eyebrows toward each other, smirked, and asked, "How can you see anything in a block of marble? He again and then went to the closet door. For a few minutes, he studied the lock and the hasp.

It would be easy to unscrew them, take off the hasp, leave the lock in place, and open the door.

I could do it in five minutes," he claimed. I started to shake my head. It's easier than finding seaweed on the beach. He seized my wrist.

No one has a right to keep that under lock and key, do they? I thought a moment. I looked at the lock again. Maybe there was nothing behind this door. Maybe it was just filled with some of his vases or statues, but Cary was right. I would always wonder. He smiled and put the screwdriver to work.

In minutes, just as he had predicted, the hasp came free of the wall and with it, the lock. He folded his knife and turned the handle. He opened the door. It was a deeper closet than I had anticipated. Apparently, no one had been in it for a long time. There were cobwebs across the doorway. Cary cleared them out of our way and we stepped into the closet. We saw an easel on the right, a carton filled with brushes, and another carton filled with carving tools beside it. There was an artist's smock hanging from a hook on the wall above the cartons. He found a string and pulled it to turn on a single, naked bulb dangling from the ceiling.

Heart Song (THE LOGAN FAMILY)

The illumination washed away the shadows and revealed a pile of canvases under a white sheet. The sheet was caked with dust. Cary curiously lifted one edge and gazed under it, but I had been hoping we would find a box of letters from Mommy or a diary, something I could read to discover information. I'll hold this up. You pull one out," he instructed. He's going to know. Ulysses stood in the doorway behind us, watching, and to me it was as if he were wondering why I had betrayed his master.

As it came out, I stepped closer.

First, we saw a pair of legs and then, as more and more of the canvas was revealed, we saw it was a naked woman sprawled on a beach blanket. The picture was done in a most realistic style; it was practically a photograph. Cary got so excited, he dropped the sheet entirely and used both hands to lift the canvas and place it on the floor. We both stared down, neither of us able to speak, for we both recognized the woman.

She couldn't be mistaken. It was Mommy, and the picture was done when she was much younger, perhaps in her late teens.

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Instead, he reached in and pulled out the next canvas. This, too, was of Mommy, only in this one, she was standing, completely naked, gazing at the ocean. It had been drawn and painted very precisely. I recalled the small birthmark just below her left hip. Cary said nothing as he continued to look at the other paintings. Here's one on a boat. She could have been a Playboy centerfold. Suddenly, the small room had become stifling and I couldn't breathe. I rushed out and threw myself onto the settee. Cary put everything back the way it was and shut off the closet light.

My tears were freely carving wet lines down my cheeks. Cary hurried to replace the hasp on the door, and after he had tightened the last screw, he came to me. I raised my eyes and wiped the tears away, a pit of bitterness growing inside me. Those paintings are so explicit they belong in one of those magazines.

No wonder he's keeping them behind a locked door. I got up and charged out of the studio, my arms folded, my head down. Cary hurried behind, but I kept walking. I just don't know what to say. I was just as surprised as you were. That must mean something," Cary continued. She never told me anything so I can only guess.

That I went spying in his closet? It just might slip out one day. We can talk about it all later, if you want. Quickly, before I realized what he was going to do, Cary reached out and put his arms around me to draw me closer and hug me. Then he got into his truck and started the engine. He smiled and waved as he backed it up and drove away. Ulysses and I stood watching the truck bounce over the dune road until it disappeared from sight.

I returned to the house to do some cleaning, and nearly an hour and a half later, I heard the sound of Kenneth's jeep and the quick honking of its horn. Curious, I came out of the house, dust rag still in hand, and watched as Kenneth drove his jeep faster than usual down the dune toward the house. He shut off the engine and leaped over the driver's-side door without even bothering to open it. From where I stood I could see that he had a small package under his arm. I had never seen him so excited. He pulled me along, around the corner of the house and back toward the studio.

He thrust open the door but stopped after we entered.

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We were facing the block of marble. He stood in the doorway, still holding my hand and staring at the marble block. Then he nodded and said, "Yes, yes, yes. It finally came to me. It happened as I was on my way back home. I was thinking about you. I did as he instructed and watched him pace around the block, as I'd seen him do a hundred times before. Except this time there was a peculiar light shining in his eyes.

I want to catch that transition, that birth from the water, which I will call, The Birth of Neptune's Daughter! I had never seen Kenneth's face filled with more excitement. His eyes were positively luminous. Melody Logan was as alone as a solitary gull, with only the wild Atlantic wind to lift her spirits When Melody Logan's mother died in a car accident, Melody lost the last shred of family she had ever known.

She was practically a stranger to the Logans, her wealthy relatives on Cape Cod, where she now drifted on a sea of dark secrets. In the eyes of gentle Aunt Sara, Me Melody Logan was as alone as a solitary gull, with only the wild Atlantic wind to lift her spirits In the eyes of gentle Aunt Sara, Melody was a replacement for her dead daughter, while for Uncle Jacob she was a reminder of the family's shameful past. Only good-hearted Cary seemed to care, and since it was revealed that she and Cary weren't truly cousins, the affection that had always surged between them now crested in thrilling waves.

But Melody knew she could never truly echo Cary's loving promises until she discovered her own buried identity. Despite Grandma Olivia's dagger-like threats, Melody sought out Belinda, a mysterious, half-crazy woman who was her real grandmother. Belinda gave Melody hope — and a glimmer of the pearls of truth she knew were hidden in the shifting Cape Cod sands. Somehow, someday, the story of her past would be her hard-won treasure, to be savored in a world of sunshine and happiness Paperback , pages. Published May 1st by Pocket Books first published United States of America.

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See 1 question about Heart Song…. Lists with This Book. Nov 30, Lexy rated it really liked it. I thought this book was a very good book except it was kind of slow. Oct 14, Kathi Olsen rated it liked it Shelves: An author my mom loved and left me a couple in her library after she died. I've read a couple of Andrews' books that were pretty good, but did not enjoy this as much. A young girl trying to find the secrets of her family and who her father was.

Most of the new family she didn't know about are not very friendly to her, but she finds some that give her good support and love. Apr 21, Kim Smiley rated it it was amazing. So far, this book is as good as "Melody. We pick up in the summer, Melody and Cary are out of school for the summer. Melody takes a job with artist Kenneth, who she believes may be her bio Dad. This book shows the growth of the character of Melody. She becomes very independent, headstrong and determined to find out all the secrets that her now deceased mother took to her grave. Who is her father? Througout the book there are hints of a So far, this book is as good as "Melody.

Througout the book there are hints of a blossoming relationship between Melody and Cary, as well as hateful relationships she forms with members of the Logan family. The book ends on a cliffhanger. I won't ruin it, but I am eager to read the third book in the series, Unfinished Symphony. Jan 26, Darcia Scates rated it did not like it Shelves: I've heard this theme before. Ruby and Flowers in the Attic had a similar theme.

However, those were much better than this series. The Flowers series seemed fresh, and the Ruby series was incredible. However, I could not see the characters in the Logan series. This was too generic, I couldn't understand how someone could fall in love with their own sister. Then, years later, after her death, fall in love with another blood relative. There are hundreds of kids at school o Kissing cousins.

There are hundreds of kids at school one can easily fall in love with. This book was too unbelievable. I would say do not waste your time. Logan has been written before, and it was not a fresh idea. Although I didn't grow up with a brother, there's no way if someone is sleeping in separate bedrooms a romance will develop. Small towns are not that small where you would have to fall in love with someone in your own household.

Utterly horrific, please put the book down in the book store and pick up a Sidney Sheldon book, or the Ruby, Flowers in the Attic series. Heart Song by V. Andrews is the second book of the Melody series which I am enjoying. This second book is about Melody's search for her natural father, her romance with Cary, modeling for Kenneth and meeting her real grandmother that does not sit well with Olivia. Melody learns more family secrets and stands up to Olivia. It has a shocking ending that left me hanging, eager to read the next book of the series.

This series sort of reminds of Belva Plain's family sagas. There is a lot of intera Heart Song by V. There is a lot of interaction among the characters which makes for an interesting read. I liked this book as well as the first, Melody. Aug 11, Kristina added it. When i got done with the book i want to throw it in to a fire for wasting my time. My grandma insist the author is good but this was not a book worth even looking at. Dec 09, Fari Khan rated it did not like it.

The book was a huge disappointment. I have read Heaven,Ruby, My sweet Audrina etc. I liked them all but I hate this book, I wanted to throw this away. May 06, Becky rated it really liked it.

I pretty much guessed what would happen, but it was a fun quick read. I love the Cary character. Sep 11, Sarah rated it liked it. Not as good as the older series, but then again maybe I was just getting older and discovering real good books. Jun 26, Deja rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: Since then, readers have been captivated by more than forty novels in the Virginia Andrews' series.

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