“I loved being in the sun. Maybe I had more wrinkles than I would if I hadn’t spent so much of my life outdoors, but I didn’t care. It was a privilege to grow old, and not everyone got to enjoy it. I was grateful for every minute I was given.”

Diane Chamberlain’s novel is a silly summer mystery meant to be read on a beach somewhere when you want to stuff fluff between your ears. her descriptions are predictable and cliche and the chapters end with things hangers like:

“I had no way of knowing the platform would one day haunt my dreams.” and,

“No one would ever know the clues were there. Or so I thought.” and,

“I needed Shannon to tell Julie soon, for my sake if not for hers.”

yet another book pilfered from the small library in the sitting room downstairs. it keeps me up at night until it’s late enough to go to bed and i really can’t complain because i don’t have many other options. besides, fluff is like donuts: good in moderation.

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