Title: The Island Keepers
Author Name: Kristopher Quentin
Publication Date & Length: January 4, 2015 – 280 pages
They could hardly have been less alike.
David is striking, smooth, charismatic, blond with an ice melting smile, and possesses an unmistakable gift as a fiction writer. Wyatt is as plain as paper, short by comparison, mildly hairy, white as a ghost, graceless, a celebrated oil painter. He is single and he is out. David, raised a strict evangelical fundamentalist, is embarrassed by his own virginity. Both men are sent to Puffin Island and, David’s heart struggles with his imbedded childhood dogma and lethally homophobic parents, propelling him to establish an unthinkable bond of love with Wyatt, and, when the unthinkable happens, and Wyatt is left alone, he has no option but to move forward because there is a lot at stake. He turns to the unlikeliest of characters to fill the void, a person who will teach him an important lesson; that love is all about choice, and on making a decision, he must sacrifice a need that had been created by his past with David.
I enjoyed this unusual book. I can’t say much about the plot without spoiling the story, but I liked the premise – two men charged with caring for an island of disputed sovereignty.
David and Wyatt are both attractive men. Their characters become more defined and more developed as the story progresses, but I have a hard time marrying David’s casual bigotry at the start with the man he later becomes. At times David and Wyatt’s voices sound much older than early twenties.
A great deal happens very quickly in this story. This makes for an exciting read complete with an international diplomatic incident, an arrest and court appearance, hospital stays and much more. However, this isn’t a long book and I felt the main narrative sometimes buckled under the weight of the ‘and thens’ and the introduction of more characters.
Ultimately, I enjoyed this book but I’m still not completely sure of its purpose, or even its genre. A little bit of everything, possibly.
Kristopher Quentin has been writing for decades. He is a broadcast journalist by trade, a man up at 3:45 every weekday morning for a stint on the news desk; a little earlier on weekends to write fiction in his man cave. An upstate New Yorker by birth, he now lives in the most rural area of far northern Maine, USA, on 54-acres of land: wooded, lawns, driveways, and a few buildings including his four thousand square foot home which he calls the white house; because it is. His property is home to moose, deer, rabbits, raccoons, porcupines, fox, weasels, black bears, and one Bard owl. He loves reading gay romances among other forms of fiction; non-fiction; and memoirs most of which he considers to be fictional. Travelling, dining out, boat riding are among his passions; that and flying his own single engine airplane when he was younger.