“I’ve built a grand castle with turrets and towers. And parapets, arrow slits, keeps, and a moat. I’ve battled the seagulls and land crabs for hours; The coastline is littered with seaweed I smote.”
Owen Suskind was a normal toddler as he approached his third birthday. Then, without warning, he vanished, lost in the depths of his own head.
What could be better than books and the beach? How about books and the people who wrote them, near the beach.
In her first novel in 12 years, Susan Minot explores the darkness and wonder of human experience. Thirty Girls, published this year, follows the stories of two women from vastly different cultures and backgrounds.
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