10/08/2026
My grandpa called our house on Fire Island the Hotel House. Glass on both sides, both floors. Window, door, window, door, so you could see straight through it end to end.
Gorgeous view of the bay. Kind of terrifying at night, because with the lights on, anyone outside could see every late-night snack and every argument about whose turn it was to do the dishes.
This was the BEST house when it rained. I'd sit on the second floor and watch the storm come across the bay from the Long Island side, curled up with a book.
Lucy Foley cuts the power on a wedding party stranded off the Irish coast. Over in Alice Feeney's book it's the tide instead. One family, sealed off on a Cornish island for 8 hours.
So if you're looking for the kind of book where the weather is the reason nobody can reach you, I've got 9 for you 👇