I don’t think you can be a bigger fan of AirBnB than I am.

Vacations mean not only new roads, new restaurants, new photos in the camera, but playing house in somebody else’s totally clean and decorated home. My house is never all-the-way clean, just keep-up clean. And as for decorated, ha-ha, not my gift.

I was in this blissful state just weeks ago, enjoying somebody else’s towels and soaps and balcony, and wondering what it might be like to put a property together, then let strangers use it.

Well, wonder no more. I opened up my latest read, High Season by Judy Blundell, just in time to catch its protagonist, forty-something Ruthie, fluffing the pillows for the final time before her summer tenants arrive. “Ruthie knew how to create a house that looked lived-in, but lightly. When her summer tenants walked through the door, they breathed in peace and lemons.”

Ruthie’s teenage daughter resents having to pack up and move away Every. Single Summer. “Summer Bummer,” she calls it.

“Why don’t we get rid of the house?” suggests Ruthie’s ex-husband, Mike. These two are in the middle of a friendly divorce. He comes to the house often to fix a pipe or a front step. They just haven’t gotten around to the lawyers and the paperwork yet.

And Ruthie won’t sell. They need to rent the house to keep the house. To pay off the loans they got to fix the house.

Yeah, they’re overextended. But then, so is every other character in this story. This is Long Island, after all, and the price of everything from waterfront property to organic milk is outta sight. Ruthie can never pay for it all on her museum-director salary.

Ruthie’s house sits in the picturesque village of Orient, way out on the fingernail point of the island. Around the south side, you have the Hamptons — mansions, movie stars, filthy rich movers and shakers and art collectors. Real estate prices in Orient are already jumping up like bar graphs as people who can’t quite pay Hampton prices look for the next best thing.

So if Ruthie and Mike can keep up with this summer rental game, until it looks like the right time to sell, perhaps she can muddle along until then.

By the end of the first chapter, savvy readers might wonder if she can muddle along. Something isn’t right at the museum. Ruthie picks up odd cues from the women on her board. But smart-cookie Ruthie ought to know which board members are her friend and which aren’t, right?

Blundell’s book offers up a rollicking cast of characters, everybody from socialites who weep over their 1-percenter problems to bad-boy surfer types to low-level clerks hiding their trailer-park roots.

Some cow patties, easily skipped.

What a fun book!

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