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"The sky was deeper, stronger blue; it had finally lost the sad, bruised look of faded linen that has been washed too many times." -VF, MRS. MARCH

She stepped, with determination, into the freezing air, which slammed into her like a wave.-VF, MRS. MARCH

Satisfied, she pulled the stopper and the water circled down the drain, taking Kiki with it. -VF
MRS. MARCH

The devil had gotten inside her that night in Cadiz, she with surprising aplomb, and somehow he was working his way into her home, like the cockroaches, through some imperceptible gap. He'd found the opening, and soon he would get in. -VF MRS. MARCH

Already loving it. A nice break from MRS.MARCH just because it's taking a dark turn...

Wild read. Engrossing and methodical in canter of prose and slow thriller build that's gripping, and hard to forget.

This book will be one to devour quickly.

Loving this book. Realistic dialogue that rolls off the tongue. I could see how some might not like it as well as LOVE STORY, but I am loving the character development of Oliver and how he is moving on with his life, two years after Jenny died. M

Then she ran off at a spread. Even Jesse Owens would have have envied. -ES

"We wended homeword in the balmy New York evening. Just the two of us. Because our wives...were not in town." -ES

"People think they know the mystery of living in your skin. They don't. There's no one knows except the person who carts it around her own self." -Colum McCann

...and I will take it with me now wherever I go, to Zacapa, or the nursing home, or any other place I happen to find. -CM

swept right back in...

I got a knuckle-duster in my sock.
-CM

--Like a bunny hop? CM

They told me Corrigan smashed all the bones in his chest when he hit the steering wheel. I thought, Well at least in heaven hi Spanish chick'll be able to reach in and grab his heart. -CM

Well, he looks rather calm. His Body, that is. He looks calm. - CM

The pole was fifty-five pounds, half the weight of a woman. She moved on his skin like water. - CM

A blue dawn stretched in the room. C M

The dapple of light on the water. -CM

There is something that happens to the mind in moments of terror. Perhaps we figure it's the last we'll ever have and we record it for the rest of our long journey. We take perfect snapshots, an album to despair over. We trim the edges and put them in plastic. We tuck the scrapbook away to take out in our ruined lives. -CM