While Violet's family frames this as her being from a long line of survivors, Violet considers her family cursed. Legend has it that her ancestor was the sole survivor of a shipwreck that happened near the shores of Lyric. Violet's great-great-great-grandparents founded the town, and her family has spent many summers there.

Sam is sent to a treatment center, and Violet is sent to the small seaside town of Lyric, Maine, to stay with her uncle. Her brother, Sam, has attempted suicide, she has turned to drinking and sex to numb herself, and her parents have no idea how to help either of their kids. In THE LAST TRUE POETS OF THE SEA, Violet Larkin's family is in turmoil. Characters swear, including 'f-k' and 's-t.' Honesty, friendship, and family dynamics are important to the story, which offer some more good discussion topics for families. There are a few descriptive make-out scenes. Sex and attraction are central to the story, both in terms of being used as a way to escape problems and to connect with someone you love. Most of the drinking and drug use is shown in flashback, but the teens in Lyric do drink a few times. Her family has a long history there, and she spends the summer making new friends, grappling with sexual attraction, and learning about her family's history. After her brother's suicide attempt and her own off-the-rails drinking and sexual behavior, New Yorker Violet Larkin is sent to the small town of Lyric, Maine, for the summer. The story is a modern take on William Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, with a shipwreck and love triangle featuring prominently. In that moment, we were the last true poets of the sea, and what mattered more than anything else was our quest.Parents need to know that Julia Drake's The Last True Poets of the Sea is a coming-of-age story about a teen girl coping with her own and her brother's emotional issues. That night, it didn't matter what had come before and what was going to come after. Same had brought the latest printout of the script with him. We all collapsed into stifled giggles, then put out the fire and trekked down to the beach to stage an impromtu, perfectly imperfect reading of Cousteau! by cell-phone light. 'To angry, reluctant chaperones,' Mariah stage-whispered. 'Please can you keep it down!' yelled a voice from inside the kayakers' tent. To whiskey and blow jobs and cunnilingus, birth control, treasure, no treasure, sleeping bags, bug spray, headphones, and crosswords.

Our voices overlapped and were indistinguishable. To the rest of the Lyric passengers whose bones has been picked clean by fish.

We kept toasting: To Fidelia and Ransome. “To the wreck hunters,' Orion said, raising his water bottle, 'And to whale songs.'

The last true poets