Death on Tuckernuck
Francine Mathews
"He hadn’t expected Ash that Saturday morning, hurrying down the weathered wooden pier in her rope-soled wedges and skinny jeans, a slouchy silk sweater slipping down to reveal one perfect shoulder."
"He hadn’t expected Ash that Saturday morning, hurrying down the weathered wooden pier in her rope-soled wedges and skinny jeans, a slouchy silk sweater slipping down to reveal one perfect shoulder."
"Throughout his life, Linden has always thought of literature as something more than a distraction; in fact more like something inexcusably necessary."
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