I’d like to suggest a few alternate titles for this marvelous novel by Delia Owens.
This book is like a tent made of the very best material and ingenious design, packing a whole dwelling down into a piece of art I am going to take with me and set up and live in again.
They’re more rare than rolling three straight roulette bets, but once in a while, like on New Year’s Day, 1995 on the North Sea, one pounces.
I was a surfer in a former life. Or I will become a surfer in a future life.