Where the Crawdads Sing

by Delia Owens

Ma had told her older sisters to watch out for them; if you look tempting, men turn into predators.

His dad had told him many times that the definition of a real man is one who cries without shame, reads poetry with his heart, feels opera in his soul, and does what’s necessary to defend a woman.

But being completely alone was a feeling so vast it echoed,

“You know, I could teach you to read.”

Needing people ended in hurt.

Love, Tate. P.S. I’m glad you can read this note!

“It is time, at last, for us to be fair to the Marsh Girl.”

There, laid out carefully on cotton, was the shell necklace Chase had worn until the night he died.