Heather asked me for a blurb for this book last May. I warned her that I almost never do blurbs because, well, I suck at them. She sent me the book and that evening I emailed her thusly:
Take your pick. Or chose none at all:
“A beguiling evocation of small-town life, and death.”
“The perfect book club book.”
“This goes right on the Christmas list for every member of my family.”
Picked it up at the post office this afternoon, came home, sat down, read it in one sitting. I want to move to Haines, and I want you to write my obituary, too.
Dana