I am a firm believer that good stories aren’t defined by their popularity on the best sellers’ list. There are so many underrated novels and authors out there simply because most readers aren’t adventurous enough to wander deeper inside the labyrinths of their favourite bookshops. The most specia...
Cassie was on her bed, going through the weekly letters June had sent her over the last four years. June hadn’t missed a week—except for when one of them was visiting the other—and all the envelopes bore the postmark “St. Jude.” Cassie reopened a few of them, trying not to be overwhelmed by the s...
In the midmorning light, they turned abruptly north, shooting past the Great Salt Lake, where the light fell crisply from the open sky. Willa traced the curves and bends of the roadbed in the atlas and glanced at her father. His eyes were trained on the road. “Dad?” she as...
Clover was quiet when I knocked. A sour-looking Indo opened the door an inch. “What’s that?” she asked, suspiciously pointing to the baker’s bag I’d resisted overnight. “Cookies!” I said cheerfully, realizing I’d missed the smoky scent of Indo and her house. The sweets gained me entry. Indo moved...