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Did I really read so many books in 2019? Once again, the year is a blur.
My goal was to read more non-fiction, so there are 26 non-fictions (starred) on this list.
I taught some new courses this year, and that meant more work-related reading: Lab Girl by Hope Jahren, Dopesick by Beth Macy, Handling the Truth by Beth Kephart, The Memoir Project by Marion Roach Smith, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson, Well-Read Black Girl by Glory Edim, Fun Home: A Family Tragi-Comic by Alison Bechdel, Heating & Cooling by Beth Ann Fennelly, The Book of Unknown Americans by Cristina Henriquez.
And then there were the books that stomped on my heart, broke it into a million pieces and put most of them together again: The Heart’s Invisible Furies by John Boyne, Go Went Gone by Jenny Erpenbeck, Bear Town by Fredrik Backman, Circe by Madeline Miller, The Dreamers by Karen Thompson Walker, Rules of Civility by Amor Towles, Tin Man by Sarah Winman, Commonwealth by Ann Patchett
Some weird but wonderful books: A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki, Eileen by Ottessa Moshfegh
Some that kept me up all night: Dear Wife by Kimberly Belle, Until the Day I Die by Emily Carpenter, Woman on the Edge by Samantha M. Bailey, The Lost Man by Jane Harper
And some books that stand out as damn good reads, not mentioned previously: The Chaperone by Laura Moriarty, The Wolf Wants in by Laura McHugh, The Last Romantics by Tara Conklin, Normal People by Sally Rooney
110. The Woman in the Window – A.J. Finn
109. The Story Hour – Thrity Umrigar
108. The Lost Man – Jane Harper
107. Searching for Sylvie Lee – Jean Kwok
106. Commonwealth – Ann Patchett
105. The Bookwoman of Troublesome Creek – Kim Michele Richardson
104. Sunburn – Laura Lippman
103. Sycamore – Bryn Chancellor
102. Normal People – Sally Rooney
101. The Crime Writer – Jill Dawson
100. Behind Every Lie – Christina McDonald
99. Freshwater – Akwaeke Emezi
98. The Book of Essie – Meghan MacLean Weir
97. Bearskin – James A. McLaughlin
96. His Bloody Project – Graeme Macrae Burney
95. After the Flood – Kassandra Montag
94. The Farm – Joanne Ramos
93. Tin Man – Sarah Winman
92. The Ruin – Dervla McTiernan
91. The Female of the Species – Mindy McGinnis
90. Eileen – Ottessa Moshfegh
89. The Brutal Telling – Louise Penny
88. Only Love Can Break Your Heart – Ed Tarkington
87. The Tattooist of Auschwitz – Heather Morris
86. The Night Tiger – Yangsze Choo
85. The House We Grew Up In – Lisa Jewell
84. *When We Were the Kennedys – Monica Wood
83. The Night Child – Anna Quinn
82. Rules of Civility – Amor Towles
81. *The Seven Sins of Memory – Daniel L. Schacter
80. The Dolls House: M.J. Arlidge
79. *Heating & Cooling – Beth Ann Fennelly
78. When Mockingbirds Sing – Billy Coffey
77. Close Your Eyes, Hold Hands – Chris Bohjalian
76. Where You Once Belonged – Kent Haruf
75. The Last Romantics – Tara Conklin
74. *Heart Berries – Terese Marie Mailhot
73. A Matter of Chance – Julie Maloney
72. *Coming Clean – Kimberly Rae Miller
71. Calling Me Home – Julie Kibler
70. *Fun Home: A Family Tragi-Comic – Alison Bechdel
69. *Well-Read Black Girl – Glory Edim
68. The Mothers – Brit Bennett
67. Piecing Me Together – Renee Watson
66. *Let’s Pretend this Never Happened – Jenny Lawson
65. The Book of Unknown Americans – Cristina Henriquez
64. The Book of M – Peng Shepherd
63. *The Memoir Project – Marion Roach Smith
62. Woman on the Edge – Samantha Stroh Bailey
61. *Handling the Truth: On the Writing of Memoir – Beth Kephart
60. I Am Watching You: Theresa Driscoll
59. *Dreamland: The True Tale of America’s Opiate Epidemic – Sam Quinones
58. Watch Me Disappear – Janelle Brown
57. *Searching for Sunday – Rachel Held Evans
56. The Impossible Lives of Greta Wells – Andrew Sean Greer
55. Kindred – Octavia Butler
54. *Dopesick: Dealers, Doctors, and the Drug Company that Addicted America – Beth Macy
53. Dear Wife – Kimberly Belle
52. Layover – David Bell
51. Descent – Tim Johnston
50. *Once You Go In: A Memoir of Radical Faith – Carly Gelsinger
49. Circe – Madeline Miller
48. *Shortest Way Home – Pete Buttigieg
47. *The Dark Heart: A True Story of Greed, Murder, and an Unlikely Investigator – Joakim Palmkvist
46. Within and Without – Deborah Maroulis
45. The Dreamers – Karen Thompson Walker
44. Sadie – Courtney Summers
43. I’ll Never Tell – Catherine McKenzie
42. The Marsh King’s Daughter – Karen Dionne
41. The Girl Who Played with Fire (reread) _ Stieg Larsson
40. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (reread) – Steig Larsson
39. The Girl who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest (reread) – Steig Larsson
38. *In the Country We Love – Diane Guerrero
37. The Night Before – Wendy Walker
36. *People Who Eat Darkness – Richard Lloyd Parry
35. In West Mills – De’Shawn Charles Winslow
34. I know This Much is True – Wally Lamb
33. *Inheritance – Dani Shapiro
32. The Salt House – Lisa Duffy
31. The Wolf Wants In – Laura McHugh
30. Bear Town – Fredrik Backman
29. The Loyal Wife – Natalie Barelli
28. Before She Was Found – Heather Gudenkauf
27. Missing Molly – Natalie Barelli
26. Silver Sparrow – Tayari Jones
25. The Mother-In-Law – Sally Hepworth
24. Beautiful Bad – Annie Ward
23. *Charged: Overzealous Prosecutors, the Quest for Mercy, and the Fight to Transform Criminal Justice in America – Emily Bazelon
22. Saving Meghan – D.J. Palmer
21. Until the Day I Die – Emily Carpenter
20. Go Went Gone – Jenny Erpenbeck
19. An Old Betrayal – Charles Finch
18. The Cottingly Secret – Hazel Gaynor
17. *The Worst Hard Time: The Untold Story of Those Who Survived the Great American Dust Bowl – Timothy Egan
16. Woman 99 – Greer McAllister
15. *Anne Perry and the Murder of the Century – Peter Graham
14. The Chaperone – Laura Moriarty
13. The Winter Sister- Megan Collins
12. *The Radium Girls – Kate Moore
11. The Night Olivia Fell – Christina McDonald
10. My Dear Hamilton – Stephanie Dray
9. *A Death in White Bear Lake – Barry Siegel
8. True Places – Sonja Yoerg
7. A Tale for the Time Being – Ruth Ozeki
6. An Anonymous Girl – Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen
5. *The Lost City of the Monkey God – Douglas Preston
4. Daisy Jones & The Six – Taylor Jenkins Reid
3. *Lab Girl – Hope Jahren
2. The Fever – Megan Abbott
1. The Heart’s Invisible Furies – John Boyne
Update: I’m no longer at home alone. In fact, as you’re reading this, whenever it is, I’m surrounded by my loyal Dobermans and protected my advanced security system that uses facial recognition software to identify you from a mile away.
Who doesn’t love Forensic Files?
I’ve watched it, in one iteration or another, on one channel or another, for most of my life. Sometimes I forget it’s there, specifically in the era of Netflix and the ID Channel and My Favorite Murder and endless reruns of Law & Order: SVU. But then, flipping channels idly on a Friday night when my husband is out of town and all my friends have better, more interesting things to do (that presumably don’t include watching decades-old, sometimes cheesy reenactments of crimes)—I discovered it again.
It might not be the best idea to watch true crime when alone at night—a thought I’ve had remarkably often throughout the years when I find myself doing just that.
And yet, I’ve set the house alarm. My 8-lb. rat terrier with the surprisingly vicious bark is at the window, surveying the street for me. I’m wearing comfortable clothes and—even though I’m lounging on the chaise—a pair of running shoes, because should something happen, I’m going to be ready. My phone is charged and within arm’s reach. I know what I would use as a weapon should someone appear in the window.
And, honestly? I probably have Forensic Files to thank for all this preparation.
I complain a lot about being alone at night, even though it happens rarely. I don’t sleep well, I don’t like being the sole person responsible for letting the beagle with the small bladder out one last time late at night, I don’t like that I have to sleep with the light in the other room on just in case.
But still, there’s something nice about doing one’s own thing, whatever that is. Stretching out just one more day between showers. Wearing the same sweatpants as yesterday. Getting up and dancing during commercials (which conveniently happen every four minutes or so on FF.)
So I’ve decided to spend the night toggling between books. (Surprise!) I’m reading Anne Perry and the Murder of the Century, which is somewhat blowing my mind, and rereading Evicted: Poverty and Profit in the American City, a book I’m teaching this spring—both of which are arguably true crime. And in the background is the calm narration of Forensic Files, where no matter how badly things are going, voices are never raised.
You see, there’s always a person in control of the narrative—sometimes a detective in a suitcoat and tie, sometimes a lab technician, talking about the science.
It’s very relaxing.
When I’m home alone, I’m more annoyed by the presence of my neighbors. Or maybe it’s just that I’m more aware of them, three houses away, gathered on their porch at the tail end of one of the warmest days in months. They don’t so much talk to each other as stand very close and yell things at each other. In all the years they’ve lived there—five? No, it must be more—I’ve never had a single conversation with them. I’ve called Animal Control on their dogs, which occasionally escape, run loose, and try to bite people biking past. I’ve called the police department about their weapons-grade fireworks, which are deployed randomly anytime between the middle of June and the end of July, and then again in the week surrounding New Year’s Eve.
Once, the female resident took a tire iron to her boyfriend’s Camaro, smashing the windows and denting the doors and hood. I was sorry to have missed that (it was reported to me excitedly by another neighbor), but the evidence was there for weeks—the crumpled and sad-looking Camaro parked at their curb, before it (and apparently the relationship) could be patched up.
So now I wonder, Forensic Files on mute, the neighbors’ voices rising to the level of what could be an argument, whether I should fear these neighbors who don’t even make eye contact me when I pass a few times each day, or whether I should thank them—is it possible their volatility is somehow keeping other criminals at bay?
There was a time, years ago, when our house was broken into—two doors busted through, two laptops stolen (one containing sixty pages of novel-writing that had not been backed up…), one beagle left cowering under the table when the alarm began to shriek.
Worse, in my mind at least, was realizing that I’d talked to the thieves the day before, when they were in the backyard of the house next to mine, a house that was currently on the market and was frequently trafficked by realtors and prospective buyers. My beagle, hearing their voices, bayed at the fence. I got him by the collar and dragged him inside, apologizing to the soon-to-be-thieves, and then I got in my car and drove away. The next day, at exactly the same time, our house was broken into.
The beauty of Forensic Files—which is also the beauty of the ID Channel, and true crime blogs—is that you don’t get to be naïve. You don’t get to sit comfortably in your home at night. You don’t walk casually down the street even in broad daylight, even on your own street. Instead, you’re a hawk. What was that sound? Just the neighbors yelling or something else? Why did the motion sensor light in the backyard go off—a cat, a Peeping Tom? Why is that dude sitting in his car across the street? And--shit--did he see me looking out the window at him?
I have friends who are very dear and lovely people who don’t get it at all, this true crime obsession. They are relatively unimpressed with my knowledge of forensic science--yo, let’s get his DNA from that cup he tossed in the trash, I literally think every time I’m at Starbucks—and are puzzled by what might look like paranoia, but feels quite reassuring to me.
It’s better to know what’s out there, isn’t it? Or at least, it’s better on nights like these.
Eventually, the neighbors go inside to yell at each other, the dude in the car across the street drives away, and a new episode of Forensic Files starts—this time the woman appears to have poisoned (I suspect the husband from the second sentence), and look, now there’s a whole other thing to worry about.
For 2018, I set myself a reading goal, tracked by Goodreads to keep me accountable: 65 books.
Maybe I aimed too low, or maybe I listened to a whole lot of audiobooks on my commute or while I was weeding in the backyard or during the four weeks I spent with my leg elevated and in a giant brace from my crotch to my ankle, but my grand total for 2018 is 103 books.
Not saying this is some kind of record—I follow people on Goodreads who seem to read a book or two a day, and THIS IS THE LIFE I ASPIRE TO, but it was a lot for me.
(Also, I set myself a goal to read more non-fiction, and there are 23 non-fiction books on this list—not bad. I put an asterisk next to those titles.)
So what did I read in 2018? Fortunately, due to the magic of the internets, I have a complete list (presented here in reverse chronological order with annotations).
Currently reading: Lab Girl by Hope Jahren and The Heart’s Invisible Furies by John Boyne
103. Picnic at Hanging Rock by Joan Lindsey
102. The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah (My second read, after The Nightingale, by KH and I’m convinced she’s just a darn good storyteller.)
101. Then She Was Gone by Lisa Jewell (I’ll read anything she writes.)
100. Visitation Street by Ivy Pochada
99. The Magpie Murders by Anthony Horowitz
98. The Twelve-Mile Straight by Eleanor Henderson
97. The Last Mrs. Parrish by Liv Constantine
96. Cut and Run by Mary Burton
95. In-Between Days by Andrew Porter
94. November Road by Lou Berney (I have a writer crush on Lou Berney. Shhh.)
92. The Sixth Extinction* by Elizabeth Kolbert
91. The Good Goodbye by Carla Buckley (Gripping—a surprise for me.)
90. Simon vs. the Homosapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli
89. Salvage the Bones by Jesmyn Ward (A family on the brink of Katrina. Heartbreaking.)
88. A Death in the Small Hours by Charles Finch
87. True Crime Addict* by James Renne (File under: A cautionary tale.)
86. Maybe in Another Life by Taylor Jenkins Reid
85. Half Moon Bay by Alice LaPlante
84. A Well-Behaved Woman by Therese Anne Fowler (Historical fiction from the author of one of my favorite historical fictions ever, Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald.)
83. Burial Rites by Hannah Kent
82. Blind Your Ponies by Stanley Gordon West (Please immediately buy this for all the sports-loving or small-town loving—or both—people in your life. Thank you.)
81. The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily J. Danforth (Recommended by a friend who grew up in Miles City. Such a good story.)
80. The Girl Who Wrote in Silk by Kelli Estes
79. Her Secret Son by Hannah Mary McKinnon (Coming soon! Don’t miss this one.)
78. The Alice Network by Kate Quinn (I somehow don’t read a lot of historical fiction, but this had me captivated from the first page.)
77. A Little Bird Told Me by Marianne Holmes
76. What I Was by Meg Rosoff (Brief but devastating coming of age book.)
75. Trust Me by Hank Philippi Ryan
74. The Third Wife by Lisa Jewell
73. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier (And now I know why that’s a classic.)
72. Less by Andrew Sean Greer (Omg. Loved it.)
71. Clock Without Hands by Carson McCullers (One of my all-time favorite books is The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by CM.)
70. Bring Me Back by B.A. Paris
69. Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows by Balli Kaur Jaswal (A surprise hit for me. Charming.)
68. Providence by Caroline Kepnes (Love Lovecraft? This is for you.)
67. Black Water by Louise Doughty
66. Love and Ruin by Paula McLain (What if we didn’t think of Hemingway’s wives as Hemingway’s wives, but recognized them for their own accomplishments? Martha Gelhorn was an amazing woman.)
65. Bluebird, Bluebird by Attica Locke
64. Everything that Follows by Meg Little Reilly
63. Sin & Syntax* by Constance Hale (If you love a good grammar joke, this is for you.)
62. Three Days Missing by Kimberly Belle (Intense thriller, well-developed characters.)
61. The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead (Powerful in every way.)
60. An Excess Male by Maggie Shen King (Gets the originality award, for sure. In a China where the one-child policy has created a nation of excess males, women take on multiple husbands.)
59. Educated* by Tara Westover (Like the rest of the world, I recommend this one.)
58. After the Eclipse: A Mother’s Murder, a Daughter’s Search* by Sarah Perry
57. Killers of the Flower Moon* by David Grann (Just… wow. Revealed a segment of American history of which I have been completely ignorant, and I thought I was aware of how horribly we treated native people.)
56. Fates and Furies by Lauren Groff
55. Tracks* by Robyn Davidson
54. The Search for the Green River Killer* by Carlton Smith
53. The Murder Stone by Louise Penny (Depending on who you ask, I either stole this book from a charming hotel in Wales or I traded one of my husband’s books for it. Ultimately unimportant. Another winner from Louise Penny!)
52. Snow Blind by Ragnar Jonasson (I bought this at a little shop in Reykjavik. Made me glad I wasn’t visiting in the winter.)
51. This is How it Always Is by Laurie Frankel (Just do yourself a favor and read it.)
50. Ohio by Stephen Markley (Fantastic characterization, somewhat depressing. As an Ohio native, I had to tune in.)
49. Evicted* by Matthew Desmond (I ended up respecting the heck of out of this book and the research that went into it, and I’m teaching it this semester, too.)
48. Idaho by Emily Ruskovich
47. Lying in Wait by Liz Nugent (Love a messed-up family and things buried in the backyard? This is your story!)
46. A Burial at Sea by Charles Finch (I remember that I listened to this whilst painting my hallway. It’s a lovely shade of gray.)
45. Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
44. My Brilliant Friend by Elena Ferrante (Late to the party on this one, but I enjoyed it.)
43. The Hemingses of Monticello* by Annette Gordon-Reed (It literally took me months to read this book, especially because I kept going to the footnotes and then to lesser scholarly sources like Wikipedia to get more.)
42. The Rules Do Not Apply* by Ariel Levy
41. A Stranger in Mayfair by Charles Finch
40. Not that I Could Tell by Jessica Strawser
39. Every Note Played by Lisa Genova (Powerful look at living with/caring for a person with ALS.)
38. Dispatches from Pluto* by Richard Grant (There was a moment in this book when the author and his girlfriend are spending their first night in their new/old house miles from anything on the Mississippi delta where this was a legit nightmare.)
37. Birds of Wonder by Cynthia Robinson
36. The Brightest Sun by Adrienne Benson
35. Tangerine by Christina Mangan (Worth the hype? I say yes.)
34. The Ice House by Laura Lee Smith (I’m calling this the most surprising book on my list, because I actually picked it up and abandoned it for some time before giving it another go, and oh. That characterization. It’s so good.)
33. The Fleet Street Murders by Charles Finch
32. Men We Reaped* by Jesmyn Ward (Holy heartbreak. What in the world are we doing to our young black men?)
31. Beautifully Cruel* by M. Williams Phelps
30. My Name is Venus Black by Heather Lloyd
29. I Liked My Life by Abby Fabiaschi (I was mad at the narrator for the first 85% of the book, and then thought the whole thing was genius.)
28. Gods of Howl Mountain by Taylor Brown. (Just a damn good story. Brown did an amazing job with the setting here, and at the end, I felt like I knew this place like the back of my hand.)
27. I’ll Be Gone in the Dark* by Michelle McNamara (Hands down the most anticipated book of the year for me, and one that sent me down an online rabbit hole to find everything I could about the East Area Rapist who by the way was caught shortly after this book’s release.)
26. Nomadland* by Jessica Bruder (Fascinating and horrifying. Note to self: start putting more money toward retirement. Also: Don’t get sick. Don’t lose home. Don’t work for Amazon.)
25. A Beautiful Blue Death by Charles Finch
24. The Flight Attendant by Chris Bohjalian (So good. Bohjalian’s morally compromised narrator had me cringing at times, but in a good way. Not sure how that makes sense… so just go ahead and read the book.)
23. The Queen of Hearts by Kimmery Martin (I like my medical dramas with smart and successful women, and if you do, too, here’s your book.)
22. Girl at the End of the World* by Elizabeth Esther
21. The Partly Cloudy Patriot* by Sarah Vowell
20. The Woman in the Water by Charles Finch
19. Rust & Stardust by T. Greenwood (Did you know Lolita was based on a true story? Wowza.)
18. The Michigan Murders* by Edward Keyes (The cover of this book is the most ridiculous thing ever, and for an unknown reason the author changed the name of real people including the murderer, which can clearly be googled… but I was still hooked on the story.)
17. The September Society by Charles Finch (Love affair with Charles Finch/Charles Lennox, MP and detective, began in 2018 and will continue in 2019.)
16. Far From the Tree by Robin Benway (Young adult! I loved it.)
15. Six Stories by Matt Wesolowski
14. An American Marriage by Tayari Jones (So good.)
13. Man’s Search for Meaning* by Viktor E. Frankel
12. Force of Nature by Jane Harper (A disappointment for me after The Dry, but rooting for #3.)
11. Just Mercy* by Bryan Stevenson (Want to get really mad? Read this book. Have a friend who thinks racism is dead? Buy her this book.)
10. Elmet by Fiona Mozley
9. Dare Me by Megan Abbott (Wowza.)
8. Population 485* by Michael Perry (A couple friends of mine have recommended Perry for years, and I’m a slug for not getting to him sooner. Small town but universal, quirky and big-hearted.)
7. Grist Mill Road by Christopher J. Yates (Disturbing. Good.)
6. Why Be Happy When You Could be Normal?* by Jeannette Winterson
5. The Fact of a Body: A Murder and a Memoir* by Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich (This book was everything. Is it weird that it reminded me of a true crime podcast? Or that I hold true crime podcasts to the standard of TFOAB?)
4. Anatomy of a Scandal by Sarah Vaughan
3. How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia by Mohsin Hamid
2. The Dry by Jane Harper. (OMG. Loved this. Lent it to Mom & sis immediately afterwards.)
1. The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid. (This was the first time I’d read anything by TJR, and boy did I fall hard. I read another later in 2018, and have an ARC of Daisy Jones and the Six in the hopper.)
It was a little rough going last night. I had a hard time with the rereading/editing. The prose is much more refined here, the dialogue sharper, but the things that nagged at me were big things: too repetitive, too unlikeable, and I found myself bogged down in those adjustments.
Which is okay—I tell myself today, looking at things more objectively, out of the moment. This is the work that needs to be done. And if it was slow-going and I didn’t accomplish everything I planned, so what? This writing retreat gets to be whatever it wants to be.
I wrote until about 10 a.m., then decided to take a shower, just to clear my head more than anything else. I don’t intend to set foot outside again until checkout time tomorrow at 11 a.m., so it’s not like anyone will see me.
And then, in the shower, it hit me.
It was just a line: It began with… and suddenly I was rewriting the whole first section of the book in my head. All those parts that nagged at me, those well-articulated but somehow wooden scenes. They needed to be condensed, written almost like microfiction—four short, snappy vignettes.
There was no time to blow dry my hair. I put back on the clothes I had just shucked off and ran into the other room for my laptop. It began with Simon’s headache…
The result, two hours later, was the kind of math that might make sense to no one but a writer. I condensed thirty-nine pages of prose into six pages and the result is a very little sort of miracle. The story starts sooner, doesn’t get bogged down in scenes that contain one flashback after another. Basically, the introduction gets out of the way in service of the story. And even though the new beginning needs a close editing eye and a few select details may need to creep back in—it’s good.
It’s funny—this piece nagged at me for a long time. And it was the opening part of the book, so I saw it every time I double-clicked on the file. I’d workshopped the opening with my writing group, did a sort of beta-test on some unsuspecting readers, sent it to my agent, and even though it felt like there wasn’t much enthusiasm, I didn’t get a specific sense of what was wrong.
Now I know.
It just needed to be scrapped.
At 1:32 p.m., the rain started. And how.
And for some reason, this made me horribly homesick. Three days is a good amount of time for me—four days without much contact with the rest of the world is a bit too much. How did Annie Dillard do all that time in the cabin, with nothing but Rimbaud and a dying moth? I text Will, who reports that he has picked up our dogs from their spa stay with my parents. (They tend to get a little spoiled there, what with all the dog walking and lap-sitting and ball-throwing.) They’re at home now, the three of them, and I’m still here, and it’s raining, and dammit, I just have to do this.
Rewritten, revised opening chapters—13,545 words.
One more morning, and it’s back to real life.
Paula Treick DeBoard