. . .In the trashy, ginormous shopping center she tries on discount jeans, poses like a pin-up girl for Nick and me, bursts into a tango with the smiling salesgirl. Through the gardens near the Royal Palace she literally smells roses, chats up tourists. When Nick asks her to walk across a long footbridge that stretches over a busy intersection again and again and again so he can shoot various angles of it, she is happy to oblige.”
"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. . ."