A tender portrait of childhood's last golden days, set against the sun-baked California coast in 1898. Steenie Calthorp is twelve years old, motherless, and increasingly aware that her father's eyesight is failing and with it the life she knows. She spends her days on Santa Felisa ranch with Sutro Vives, an old caballero whose weathered wisdom and dry humor become her窗口 to understanding both the landscape and the bittersweet truths of growing up. Their bond is the novel's heart: playful, tender, increasingly shadowed by what approaches. Evelyn Raymond writes with quiet devastation about what it means to be young and already mourning the world you know. This is a book about the end of innocence, about learning that the people and places we love will change or vanish, rendered with a sensitivity that feels remarkably ahead of its time. It endures because it captures something universal: the particular grief of childhood's final summer, when you finally understand that nothing gold can stay.
