. . .see fit to give this woman power to read between the lines, the gift of divinity, as she scrolls with studied nonchalance the men who grin at her from their little boxes. Allow her grace to skip the unshirted ones, the ones who are “just lookin’ for a lady,” the ones posed beside their cars, motorcycles, boats, lawn mowers.”
"an engrossing thriller with an alternately hapless and capable scoundrel; flight and fight, twists and turns"
- John Casey
What happens when pretending to be someone else online is no longer enough?
"On Pusher Street all the tables were taken. It felt awful to stand there without a table to protect me. . ."
"Our only home was in Minas do Leão. The house was a salmon colored, two-story cube, with windows on all four sides, which made us feel as though we knew all there was to know about our town and its people. . ."
"Esther Savaris was halfway through her senior year of high school, a pretty girl, seventeen years old and still growing. . ."