
BOOK QUOTE:
"The day before she died, my mother did something inexplicable. She took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She squinted against the bright sunlight, making sure of our isolation."
— from the novel SINFUL FOLK
Published on October 19, 2014 07:00