Her hippie upbringing came back into her life in way she never imagined. Not that anyone would suspect that an uptight control freak like Sage Ingram could have come from such a liberal background. Certainly not husband Ted. At first Sage had wanted to tell him but where would she start? “Remember that image of the naked little girl in the Woodstock movie? That was me!” The past’s the past and now she’s up to her neck with
the present, running a business and raising a troubled teenage stepdaughter. Her past reasserts itself when she receives a call and learns that her estranged father has been dead for 35 years.
Sage reconnects with her hippie roots when she returns to Upstate New York to bury her dad. She visits the defunct commune which dredges up memories of pot smoking, drug taking and the communes’ cash crop: marijuana. She remembers better aspects: eating homegrown food, playing with pig bladder balloons, and falling asleep to folk songs.
She makes a disturbing discovery when she finds a lighter that belonged to Trip, another commune member, in her father’s personal effects. Trip was a Vietnam Veteran who became her mother’s lover. How did her father end up with his lighter?
My novel, Hippie’s Child is 80,000 words, and was inspired by my childhood spent in the heart of the commune scene in upstate New York. Anyone curious about what commune life was like for a hippie’s child will enjoy Sage’s journey of self discovery.
You've got an interesting idea here but it's buried in unfocused, chronological blather. A hook does not have to begin with the first event of the book or even a description of the heroine. Start with the interesting stuff: her father, estranged from her for 35 years, dies and she's in charge of burying the old fart. You don't need to tell us she was a hippie child overtly; you can show us by what you talk about.
And "journey of self disccovery" is never ever something I want to see in a query letter, but that may just be me.